Bluefornow
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Having "the gene," or how many of you come from a family with history of addiction?
Hello, I'm new to posting here (but not to reading other posts) and will soon do the stand-up thing and introduce myself in the standard intro thread.
For now, I need to... Vent, I suppose is the only word.
question: how many of you come from a family in which others besides yourself, if applicable, have struggled with or dealt with addiction? Say, a parent, sibling, etc.
I'm sorry if I'm just launching into an off topic here, it's 4:30 where I am and I don't imagine sleep is in my future.
My father has always worried that myself or my siblings would exhibit signs of having "the gene," as he called it--- addiction, specifically to opiate substances.
Always knew that some shit went down before and most likely during my birth and childhood. Mom always seemed clean, but both parents were (and are) punk fringe sorts who did a LOT of living in their early lives. My dad went to rehab when I was a kid and ended up having a mental breakdown, going missing, and winding up committed to a psych hospital for a few months. After that he was on methadone for years and is now (ironically) a chronic pain patient taking a legal script for serious pain meds (3 spine surgeries, metal plates). Usually, he manages this well enough, no where near living the lifestyle he did when I was a child.
Recently, due to reasons too complex to go into right now (money, medical issues, etc), he ran out early. Almost 3 weeks early. This has not happened in years.
Before I go into this further, and possibly alienate any of you for outing another persons addiction-related dirty laundry instead of my own, I'll say now that I am an opiate/h user. More on that in a minute.
He is currently lying on the couch wailing, has been for hours. I have seen withdrawal many times when I was a kid up until recently, with him and with friends. We have a close-knit family, and as I am "functional" (my family does not know of my history), I have stayed with him and paid the bills plus most of his mortgage monthly, for about a year. I stayed with him when he was sick in the hospital for months from unrelated health problems, and I'm staying with him through this. Ive tried to get him something to help him, tried to find a way to tide him over... Gotten burned at every turn. Lost money, mine and his.
He has another 10 days or so of this, until he can refill... Already experiencing what seems like auditory hallucinations, raving, angry, can't sleep, etc.
I'm sitting here listening, trying to help, be here, offer anything I can. I can't do a damn thing to help him, I know, but has anyone else watched a loved one experience the agony of withdrawal?
As to the genetic addiction thing... Pretty much every person on his side of my family has an addictive history. Most are dead. My mom's side is also full of alcoholics.
I don't know about my siblings, for the most part ive gotten the impressions they're straight and always have been.. Both have fine, normal lives.
I myself was straight until about 2 years ago. I did some small crap, Adderall and continued my smoking routine, then I started in on tabs. At first, not much, things were cool. Made me a little ragey occasionally, but mostly I felt good and industrious. Cut to me having a stressful period, hadn't done anything in awhile, was with some friends, one of whom was at the time supping h on a really minor level. I wanted a high, nothing around, bright idea! So-and-so has h right now. I snort it. Only get a little off of it, so the next day I decide to do it again. Get talked into/talk myself into shooting. Withing about a week, using frequenty in relatively small amounts. Progresses to a binge type thing, a couple days wthout, followed by several of daily using. Somehow, I hide this from my family.
Here's the thing; It fucked me up. Not in a good way. It felt great, but from day one my body flipped out. I was fine without, NEVER experienced withdrawal. Not once, even when I was using steadily in much larger amounts with people who experienced withdrawal immediately after running out. But when I actually used, it kicked my ass. Throwing up EVERY time I used, usually starting right after the rush faded. I still felt great, and usually didn't mind being sick. I woud throw up for hours, and after the high wore off, I'd be cool again.
At one point, I came into a little bit of money, and started using every day, sometimes twice, for a couple weeks. Quit cold turkey once the money ran out and experienced no problems. I've continued using off and on, and the periods between using have become longer in the past fee months. I don't "jones," I never did. I crave the ritual a lot, and think about using more than I actually am able to, but for the most part, I live my life as if I never touch the stuff. When I do it, I'll binge, but then I'm square. Ive never been sick, or "needed" it, or had any issues other than wantingto get fucked up from time to time.
At one point, I was doing more and more and more, and never got to a place that seemed to fit, or to really take hold... Lucky, maybe. I'm below 5'4" and always been around 90lbs, and during the time when I was using the most, I was down 10lbs from that, so I would've thought that under normal circumstances this shit would hit me HARD.
I'm not stupid enough to think that if I keep using, I'll be unchained prefer, though. It's just astounding to me that most of my family, father especially, are RULED by this addiction, and have been in one shape or form for their entire lives. Many of my friends are also life-long addicts, moving from one substance to another over time. They're governed by the addiction, and I love the effect of opiates, and other drugs, but I can generally take it or leave it when it comes to kicking anything I've ever used.
I'm sorry if this seemed random, or rambling. I'm stuck here, with someone I love, who is in AGONY and I cannot help them, and ive been muddled about my thoughts of my drug history and my addiction-steeped childhood for a long time. I just wondered if anyone else has had similar experiences...
Family member with addiction, odd reaction to opiates (actually most substances Ive had)
Hello, I'm new to posting here (but not to reading other posts) and will soon do the stand-up thing and introduce myself in the standard intro thread.
For now, I need to... Vent, I suppose is the only word.
question: how many of you come from a family in which others besides yourself, if applicable, have struggled with or dealt with addiction? Say, a parent, sibling, etc.
I'm sorry if I'm just launching into an off topic here, it's 4:30 where I am and I don't imagine sleep is in my future.
My father has always worried that myself or my siblings would exhibit signs of having "the gene," as he called it--- addiction, specifically to opiate substances.
Always knew that some shit went down before and most likely during my birth and childhood. Mom always seemed clean, but both parents were (and are) punk fringe sorts who did a LOT of living in their early lives. My dad went to rehab when I was a kid and ended up having a mental breakdown, going missing, and winding up committed to a psych hospital for a few months. After that he was on methadone for years and is now (ironically) a chronic pain patient taking a legal script for serious pain meds (3 spine surgeries, metal plates). Usually, he manages this well enough, no where near living the lifestyle he did when I was a child.
Recently, due to reasons too complex to go into right now (money, medical issues, etc), he ran out early. Almost 3 weeks early. This has not happened in years.
Before I go into this further, and possibly alienate any of you for outing another persons addiction-related dirty laundry instead of my own, I'll say now that I am an opiate/h user. More on that in a minute.
He is currently lying on the couch wailing, has been for hours. I have seen withdrawal many times when I was a kid up until recently, with him and with friends. We have a close-knit family, and as I am "functional" (my family does not know of my history), I have stayed with him and paid the bills plus most of his mortgage monthly, for about a year. I stayed with him when he was sick in the hospital for months from unrelated health problems, and I'm staying with him through this. Ive tried to get him something to help him, tried to find a way to tide him over... Gotten burned at every turn. Lost money, mine and his.
He has another 10 days or so of this, until he can refill... Already experiencing what seems like auditory hallucinations, raving, angry, can't sleep, etc.
I'm sitting here listening, trying to help, be here, offer anything I can. I can't do a damn thing to help him, I know, but has anyone else watched a loved one experience the agony of withdrawal?
As to the genetic addiction thing... Pretty much every person on his side of my family has an addictive history. Most are dead. My mom's side is also full of alcoholics.
I don't know about my siblings, for the most part ive gotten the impressions they're straight and always have been.. Both have fine, normal lives.
I myself was straight until about 2 years ago. I did some small crap, Adderall and continued my smoking routine, then I started in on tabs. At first, not much, things were cool. Made me a little ragey occasionally, but mostly I felt good and industrious. Cut to me having a stressful period, hadn't done anything in awhile, was with some friends, one of whom was at the time supping h on a really minor level. I wanted a high, nothing around, bright idea! So-and-so has h right now. I snort it. Only get a little off of it, so the next day I decide to do it again. Get talked into/talk myself into shooting. Withing about a week, using frequenty in relatively small amounts. Progresses to a binge type thing, a couple days wthout, followed by several of daily using. Somehow, I hide this from my family.
Here's the thing; It fucked me up. Not in a good way. It felt great, but from day one my body flipped out. I was fine without, NEVER experienced withdrawal. Not once, even when I was using steadily in much larger amounts with people who experienced withdrawal immediately after running out. But when I actually used, it kicked my ass. Throwing up EVERY time I used, usually starting right after the rush faded. I still felt great, and usually didn't mind being sick. I woud throw up for hours, and after the high wore off, I'd be cool again.
At one point, I came into a little bit of money, and started using every day, sometimes twice, for a couple weeks. Quit cold turkey once the money ran out and experienced no problems. I've continued using off and on, and the periods between using have become longer in the past fee months. I don't "jones," I never did. I crave the ritual a lot, and think about using more than I actually am able to, but for the most part, I live my life as if I never touch the stuff. When I do it, I'll binge, but then I'm square. Ive never been sick, or "needed" it, or had any issues other than wantingto get fucked up from time to time.
At one point, I was doing more and more and more, and never got to a place that seemed to fit, or to really take hold... Lucky, maybe. I'm below 5'4" and always been around 90lbs, and during the time when I was using the most, I was down 10lbs from that, so I would've thought that under normal circumstances this shit would hit me HARD.
I'm not stupid enough to think that if I keep using, I'll be unchained prefer, though. It's just astounding to me that most of my family, father especially, are RULED by this addiction, and have been in one shape or form for their entire lives. Many of my friends are also life-long addicts, moving from one substance to another over time. They're governed by the addiction, and I love the effect of opiates, and other drugs, but I can generally take it or leave it when it comes to kicking anything I've ever used.
I'm sorry if this seemed random, or rambling. I'm stuck here, with someone I love, who is in AGONY and I cannot help them, and ive been muddled about my thoughts of my drug history and my addiction-steeped childhood for a long time. I just wondered if anyone else has had similar experiences...
Family member with addiction, odd reaction to opiates (actually most substances Ive had)