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Feb 22, 2005 18:53

I was raised by tie-dyed wolves in the wilds of Northern CA, my hippy mother moved me and my brother to a bluff by the ocean to live in a teepee and be 'as one' with nature, it was very cold and damp among the elements- it wasn't long before we moved into a real house. My brother and I were barely cared for; we were given concepts and culture in ( Read more... )

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Re: : ) hi there ( : jchl February 27 2005, 07:53:23 UTC

Thanks for your comments... I wish I could tell you that there was some magic for your friend, but probably the best thing is to let it get bad, so your friend is really ready for deep changes. A lot of times friends think they are helping by 'rescuing' friends in that situation. Rescue attempts have to require work and the willingness to change on the part of the ill person, otherwise they don't tend to work. I had a friend that didn't make it off the streets after I cleaned up. We stayed friends, because I wouldn't let him borrow $$ or stay with me. I was happy to help him check into rehab or go to the hospital for treatment. I knew he was sick and I didn't look down on him anymore than I would look down on a diabetic. A lot of times people look at drug addiction/alcoholism as willful misbehavior. Like a person decides that they are going to be strung out when they grow up, or that a kid decides that the streets are better than their happy stable home with their loving family. Of course we know that isn't true, but we still tend to see choices, because we hate the idea that people aren't given the same advantages in life.

I would love to give myself credit for an excellent character or strength of will, but that was not the case. There was a series of events that met with my willingness to clean up at the right time. Of course I've had to put a lot of work in since then, but that initial willingness had NEVER been there before. I could not fathom living my life without drugs or booze, it was way too painful. But that moment or window of opportunity opened up and I walked through it to the other side. I am very, very, lucky and I am certainly not the bravest or the best because I survived. But for the grace of God, there go I.

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