As I mentioned before, I had to go to group meetings once a week, and it was saturday morning at 9am or tuesday morning at 5:30am. I was going to the tuesday meetings for a while, but upon being on 65-70mg for months and months, I found that I couldn't make the tuesday meetings anymore. I actually was requiring ALOT more sleep when I really got that methadone built up in me. I would sleep anytime I was bored. If I had 10 minutes to kill, like waiting for the bus or something, I would be able to fall asleep at will right there on the bench. I would often go home after work, fuck around on bluelight/video games for an hour, then eat dinner, then watch some TV then pass out around 9.30-10pm, and then I would never be able to get out of bed before 7am, often closer to 8.30am. So the methadone was requiring me to sleep 9 hours at the minimum, and more like 10-11 hours to feel somewhat "normal".
So then, I had to go to saturday meetings. And Welderman, you're right, there is always SOMEONE there who has all the answers and usually monopolizes the group discussion. I remember that everyone in the group complained about everything, but I suppose that's the point of the meetings, to be able to vent and voice your complaints and stresses, but anytime anyone in the group complained about the clinic and the "rules", the counselor would always say
"Remember guys, you came to US! It's YOU who came to us because a little powder was kicking your ass so much that you came to US and said 'make it stop'"
We also had mostly all guy meetings, but it wasn't a requirement. Sometimes there was a girl or two in the meeting and she would say that she preferred to go to the guy meetings, so that was cool that the clinic allowed that. I was tempted to go to a mostly womens meeting, but I decided against it.
In the end, the clinic did help me somewhat, but the whole idea of "withholding medication" because of stupid technicalities or drug tests just utterly disgusted me. I still think it's cruel.
If you couldn't pay for your medication, they started you on "feetox" where it was a very fast taper until you got your money right. Like tapering down to zero within weeks.
Since I was sleeping so much and feeling kinda depressed, I started to experiment with other drugs and that meant no take homes which meant huge chunks of time were going towards the clinic getting dosed in the morning, the meetings, the drug tests. I felt like it was all so stupid. I was depressed so I took drugs. Since i took drugs, the clinic made my life more depressing so I took more drugs.
I wasn't happy because I missed all that time I used to have! I cherish the hours between 10pm and 2am, and often will blaze, chill on bluelight, it's like "my time", but then I felt the methadone and the clinic were robbing me of that time, so I made a decision to taper as quickly as a I could in Feb 2013 and get off the shit, I didn't care if I went back on heroin, because even though so much time was dedicated to scheming, plotting, scoring, driving, copping, etc at least I ENJOYED that. And on heroin, I actually need LESS sleep, which is why I think it is so addictive to me. Overtime, those extra hours being asleep (being depressed) or those extra hours being awake and enjoying yourself (being high) add up, and in the long run, it's like extra YEARS of time.
I don't blame my counselor, I blame the clinic rules and I blame myself also for fuckin around with other drugs. But when my counselor asked in group why I was fucking around with other drugs (including dope), I told him I was depressed and felt emotionally shitty most of the time. Physically I was OK, but very heavy all the time, always tired. I felt like a zombie on methadone. The counselors solution to my "relapse" on dope was to increase my methadone dosage, because he felt that 70mg wasn't holding me. I felt like it was "holding me" just fine, actually too much. I shot the dope even though I didn't even really feel it. It was all a mental thing, but I couldn't stop myself from doing it. The mental craving was so powerful. The needle fetish was definitely present.
I truly felt like, if I had take home privileges earlier I would've treated treatment a lot more seriously, because I felt like I was on too high of a dose for most of the time I was there, and I could've tapered on my own terms. If you want a dosage change, you have to get it approved by the doctor, which can take weeks. Everything has to be planned to a T at my clinic.
It baffled me how bureaucratic it all was. I know my body better than any of those fuckers, if I didn't feel right on that DAY, and I need a dosage adjustment, I need to make an appointment for a month down the road? WHAT?
Addicts have very little patience for certain things. If an addict doesn't feel "right", he will seek out a "fix". He won't have the patience to "make an appointment for 3 weeks away" to discuss it.
So, it took me until I believe June 2013 to get down to zero, tapering at 10mg every other week until 30mg, then by 5mg, then once I got to 15mg, I just stopped going. I was doing heroin pretty much the whole time. So much for treatment using that methadone clinic.
I really felt like I was wearing the liquid handcuffs.
Suboxone is what I'm on now. I can switch between dope and sub a lot more easily than with the methadone clinic always testing me and whatnot.