Ugh, just visited the first of the four rehabs I've made inquiries at. Why do I always feel dirty like I've just talked to the slickest of used car salesmen afterwards? Every time I would ask what the bottom line would be…"Think of it as an investment in the rest of your life." Fuck you, it's my money, it's going to cost a lot and I have a fucking right to know. It's this part of rehab that makes me cynical about the treatment industry. They really might care (they might not) but damn, do they want your money in the worst way.
This first place is out of the question. I have to commit to living in a sober living house immediately upon discharge (which I concede is not a bad idea where I'm at), but I'm not paying through the nose to break a lease. Also they'd cold turkey me off benzos and that scares the shit out of me. At least they were upfront about it.
EDIT: This was weird: when I told them that unless I fell of the wagon again before intake, I would not need detox. The guy hemmed and hawed and finally he said, "well that's something you'd have to talk to our psychiatrist about." They'd detox someone who's detoxed? W-T-F?????
EDIT: The admissions guy kept calling benzos a narcotic. What a dumbfuck, especially for a former junkie himself. I called him out on it and explained to him controlled substance≠narcotic. If that's the knowledgeability of the people working there…NO THANK YOU