Hi Lisann, I'm so sorry that I didn't see this sooner. I can hear the exhaustion and the desperation in your post. I know where you are coming from. As someone mentioned above, I came to know of Bluelight because my youngest son was a member. He overdosed three weeks after his twentieth birthday, last May.
Before my son died I was exhausted, frantic, terrified and beaten down by his addiction every day of my life. Listening to the advice of others, I veered chaotically between enabling and so-called tough love until I finally learned to listen to myself. I reminded myself what I knew as a mother. What I knew was that my son was a fine human being and I vowed that there would not be one day that I ever forgot that, no matter what his addiction looked like. I knew that everything that I went through, all the anguish in its many forms, he suffered tenfold. I knew that I needed to remember who he was when he forgot and to hold onto hope when he felt it disintegrate in his hands. I knew that I could not alter or stop his path, that it was indeed his and his alone, but that I could continue to offer respect and encouragement and love. Things got a lot better once I started listening to my own heart.
The strength you need to stand by and watch as your children place themselves in harms way, suffer unspeakable harm and tempt death is more than seems bearable and yet , here you are, bearing it and even reaching out and writing about it. You are not a "drug mom". Your children are the same children you carried and nurtured and loved; and they have addictions. There is absolutely no need for you to shoulder blame, nor is there any reason to assign it to your kids. Addiction is not a choice. Neither are so many of the mental challenges that contribute to it. Everybody in the family has to accept responsibility, but blame and the shame it engenders are not only useless but often lethal.
What kind of support are you getting for yourself? Both Nar-anon and family groups through NAMI (National Alliance for Mental Illness) gave me support when I felt isolated. Talking openly to friends and acquaintances really helps. Of course there is ignorance and small-mindedness and blame, but if we don't challenge it, who will?
My son had a felony drug charge a week after his 18th birthday. I used to accompany him to court each week where he and all the other drug offenders gathered to go in before a judge and a panel of probation officers. We had to pass through heavy security and the two young police officers were surly and cold and disdainful of everyone that passed through. As we waited out in front of the courtroom with people of all ages and walks of life, everyone downcast and locked in their own private hell, I observed my son as the beautiful soul that he was. Although he was always anxious before we actually got there, it was as if the rude superiority of the security officers brought out a reserve of strength in him. He met everyone's eye, greeted them, paid them compliments or made a little joke to put people at ease. It was ironic; in my opinion the two officers had been badly brought up to know so little of compassion and yet I felt unbridled pride seeing my own son show such a wealth of it. His outer life was in shambles at that point. Still, I was never a prouder mother.
So, while I feel your anguish and your desperation, try to hold on to who you as a mother know your children to be. Remember when they were small and you watched them do something really difficult? You saw the fear and the bravery and the return of the fear and then the bravery again? It's like that.
Please feel free to PM me if you would like to talk more privately or any time you just want support.
