Never caught with drugs or paraphernalia while living with parents, however - was searched multiple times and got in trouble for things written in notes and journals and such.
Age 19- roommate moved out due to me being on meth - although almost never home at the time. He wrote my mother an email to tell her about me "trying to kill myself" with it, or something like that. So, one day she comes and gets me and confronts me, denied it, and she threatened to drug test me. She didn't do it, though. That day was kinda low grade strung out-ish feeling. Another time, during a crash while sleeping a month or so later, she comes over with my aunt! My roommates at the time had to do a quick "clear away the bongs" and such before they came in and my aunt bursts into my room with a big English accent, "Hello!" Awkward. After they left, noticed that something had not actually been put away. Not sure if it was seen.
After quitting meth, lived with her for over a year. After that (and prior) was honest if she asked about drug use. If not living with her, didn't think it was a big deal. However, that is no longer the case because of what "it" is.
Age 25- Waking up in the hospital to my mother sitting by my bed, not very happy. Had OD'd on heroin the day before (first IV attempt - stupidly took a second shot within half an hour, used to psychedelics and dissociatives so wondered, "What else can this do?" Nothing really, just kill you.) She hadn't heard from me in a few days, hadn't returned her calls, which isn't always abnormal, but guess she had read something about a suburban heroin epidemic and overdoses and something just clicked in her head. So she went to grill my roommates and they admitted to it. Stupid, they could have said, "she's in jail" as being put in jail for driving on a suspended license was not at all uncommon back then. Told her something about it being the first time (not exactly true, first time was years prior and had been smoking it a few times a week for a couple of months, but that was the first time IV) and wanting to try it and having a roommate's friend do it for me... Ha a month later was dating that guy and pretty sure she put it together it was the same person. Oops.
Moved to Vegas (with him) about five months later, and two Christmases later, went down to Phoenix to visit. Did the whole cooking shots (pre making) while she was sleeping. They were in my pocket the next day, and after noticing they were mostly squirted out, moved them into my sunglasses case. Put that in my jacket pocket, and took off my jacket in the computer room. Left for a phone call, and after coming back, the case was on the desk. Shit. After visiting family friends, she had a "talk" with me. Gave some bullshit story about my bf being on methadone pain management (true) and low on pills, and scared he was going to use illegal drugs in my absence, so took those with me so he couldn't, and hadn't yet disposed of it. (She also had found a cooker and thought it was something people smoke crack out of??? Said it was trash I found on my bus seat.) Ha but there was liquid left in one of them. (Had already been freaking out about the other shots being gone and trying to figure out how to get by without any money.) She flipped out about well what if a cop had pulled her over and found it, or police finding it in her house, how dare you not think of that! How silly, what cop would have pulled over and searched a 59 year old woman driving her 27 year old daughter to the suburbs in a fucking minivan, and why would police suddenly search her house for no reason? Anyway, a friend picked me up that night with another friend and went to a couple's house (who were out of town) he was staying at with some junkie-dealer guy. They did the "gas" scam at a gas station and got me a dime, which was some sub-par shit that didn't do much at all. Tried calling my mom to have her drive me to the bus station. She wouldn't, and also was not allowed back at her house. Took a Xanax and went to sleep. Then went to some other apartment with everyone, and got to watch everyone else get high. My bf called, my mom called him for questioning, he told her it was ketamine and to "admit" it to her. So then when she called, gave a "confession" about old needles with a little left in one but not enough to do anything, and this major "plan" to get more while in Phoenix, but it was too expensive to get. Was eventually given a Suboxone, but was given it in powder form to snort. Nasty. Threw up a couple times probably from that, and then slowly got better. Wrote my mom a long note, for some reason including that she needed to quit being bitter about my dad and the divorce from years prior (ha, such an ass, my sister brought that up to me about a year ago, bitching about me being "hurtful") and had my friend drop me off at the bus station that night and got the fuck out of there, and didn't return until October of last year, for one day, to a friend's house, heavily planned with backups and double my dope requirement, for a friend's memorial.
Summer 2011- a friend in New York, ex best friend, texted me asking, "are you still having problems with drugs?" (around New Year's while on Suboxone, wrote him some extended email about detoxing and getting my life back or whatever.) Answered in the affirmative and was given some lecture, didn't take it seriously. So a week later, he said he'd called my family. Not really responding to him, the next day he said he gave them my livejournal as well (followed by me deleting years of material. Funny, had gotten a feeling about getting rid of it early that morning, but chalked it up to being "paranoid.") Oh and they're on their way now to drug test you (which wasn't true, but for months was on edge and had clean pee handy.) When my mom and sister called me, of course denied it, "Oh sorry, got really drunk last night and wanting attention and craving drugs and got in so much trouble with friends, waking up to all of these worried texts! Don't even remember the conversations!" But then heard that someone else had also called about the same thing. "Guess people are talking amongst themselves. Soooo sorry!" The whole thing was a major cause for concern, because a year prior, about six months after the needle thing, and a drunk suicidal call to my mother, and my aunt seeing major cuts on my arm, my dad said it was time to get help, or no more help with rent (since moving here, he paid it between my gaps in employment and student loans up until last summer.) This was my "one chance" and better not fuck it up. He took me to a drug treatment center and a counseling center for evaluation and sat in on my long history of everything, so of course had to leave out the heroin part and substituted "gambling" for heroin. He said choose one, so picked counseling, which also included a referral to go get diagnosed and put on medication. (Bipolar, Abilify - no longer taking it, long story.) So since that was my last chance, this could have gotten me cut off and made homeless. My mom said something about being supportive if you want help, but you can't live here. Luckily, the homeless thing didn't happen, was sort of able to straighten it out. Most of them probably didn't buy the drunk story, but obviously wasn't going to admit to a damn thing.
So now no one really talks about it, apart from the occasional "if you got clean" comment from my sister, but they're pretty aware to varying degrees about me being on it or at least have been on it. With my family, that's really the best thing to hope for in this situation, leaving me alone about it basically bc there's nothing they can do. But my brother's coming up at the end of this month to have me meet my niece and nephew for the first time. Hopefully it's cold that weekend, certainly don't want uncomfortable direct questions about anything.
