I feel that my understanding of addiction was very limited when I was younger. When I was growing up the internet wasn't such an integral and widely used forum for information. Everyone knew that coke, crack and heroin were very dangerous and potentially addicting. Especially heroin and CRACK(our DARE officer was very emphatic about this last one after all it was the 80's). I knew about LSD because of the 60's and the Beatles and what not but not that many people really knew what ecstasy was except that it had a very enticing name.
So I tried all the drugs except for the crack and heroin. I controlled my usage...... I didn't fiend for any of the drugs and I was always able to control my usage. I was always very proud and haughty because I could start or stop any drug when I wanted. Then along came pharmaceuticals. I honestly didn't even know what an opiate was except for opium, morphine or heroin(at this point and time nobody really talked that much about the medicines in the cabinet) and I certainly didn't understand what physical addiction was because all drugs were addictive and made you into a slave or so the DARE officer says.
When I tried these Oxycontin things that some people were doing I liked the warm relaxed feeling that it gave me but I never once thought that the feeling was so spectacular that I wouldn't be able to stop using it whenever I wanted. I never really gave it much thought because I had used all these dangerous illegal drugs that we were all warned about and this actually felt mild in comparison. So I started using it almost everyday because after all it isn't that great and I would never choose this feeling over living a full and productive life. I could stop whenever I wanted. Then after taking Extremely large doses for about a year my best friend who was my main source went out of town and I couldn't get them for a few days. I was suddenly turned onto a whole world of hell that I never knew was possible. When my friend got back a had a pill and the symptoms immediately went away. What the hell I thought. Did not having these pills make me feel that horrible? I actually felt like I was dying from malaria, mono or some strange disease. At this time I was taking around 300-500mg a day because nobody knew what they were and they were dirt cheap.
I was completely shocked when I started to find out the truth of what I had done. I tried so much to quit but I couldn't function without them. I would fail university lose my scholarship and have to return back home to the little ghetto I grew up in. This thought was worse than death so I just decided to tolerate the habit until the end of school. I didn't know that my brain was so neurologically altered that life as I knew it was never going to be the same. Well anyone who has spent anytime on bluelight knows how this story turns out. Over 15 years later and I am now a heroin addict. I had already switched over to heroin around 2000ish because by then the prices had already gone up enough that I could no longer afford my astronomical habit. I didn't have the slightest idea of what addiction really was nor did I ever believe that this simple medication was basically heroin in a pill. I just thought addiction was that you loved the feeling so much that you would lie or steal because you couldn't dream of living without it.
Early on in my heroin addiction I did some terrible things so I wouldn't have to be sick. My

girlfriend

and one of my first true loves had just died

next to me in bed and I couldn't let myself fail out of school or return to the ghetto because the ones who had to stay never made it out. I self medicated for years. I am now older, stronger and wiser and though I am still struggling with my addiction I haven't resorted to stealing or conning people for over 10yrs. I was never the kind of person who could ever have imagined myself stealing or hurting anyone for a drug in the first place but alas I am afraid I did and I will always have to live with the things I have done.
I in no way excuse any of my addict behavior I just wish that I had been better informed about the nature of addiction and drugs in general.
I believe that there is no excuse for lying, stealing or hurting others especially for decade after decade of your life. Even if one finds themselves blind sided by addiction I believe that after a certain period of time one should be able to pull it together enough to at least live by the basic principles of human morality but despite my beliefs or convictions I still have a deep sense of compassion for most addicts. I just never thought I would be one.
It's wierd because I had already tried heroin about 20 or so times when coming down from MDMA but I didn't know it was heroin because it was called Tek by all the club kids. No one knew it was heroin until it was explained to us that tek was short for monteca or the Puerto Rican slang for dope. I stopped immediately and moved on and I never once even associated the warm feeling that oxys gave me with being the same as the tek. I guess my memory was hazy from the other drugs I was using at the time and possibly because I mostly only used it for the MDMA comedown. It's funny too because being half Puerto Rican and having cousins in the dope game I probably should have known.