I was desperate for answers when teen addiction barged into my home and heart. “Why did my child use drugs to the point of chemical dependency? How can I make my child better? Why, oh universe, is my child singled out for this horror?” Guilt, shame and finger-pointing were the keynotes of my questions.
I didn’t have any answers. In fact, I was not asking the right questions. To begin my own recovery, I needed to ask, “What are the risk factors for addiction? What is my role in the family disease? and How can I support—and be supported by–other families who are shamed and isolated by their child’s chemical dependency?”
Asking the right questions helped me get my bearings. I began to understand addiction as a brain disease, rather than a disease of will power or character. I began to explore my role as a Blue Chip enabler. I read many, many books on addiction and learned how to sever my sick attachment to my child and to forge instead a healthy relationship with him. I transformed my guilt into action, reaching out to other families who were voyaging through the dark Land of Addiction. And so this blog was born.
At the end of the day, I didn’t have all the answers. I still don’t. But I’m asking the right questions, without judgment or guilt, and they help me stay on the path of compassion, understanding, and healthy boundaries.
The Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA)
When a child is in the throes of addiction, Mom or Dad often becomes the punching bag, figuratively and sometimes even literally. They yell at us when they get in trouble, they blame us for their mistakes. “It’s all your fault!” is a common refrain in the homes of addicts and alcoholics. As a very backhanded compliment, young addicts tend to lash out and blame the parent who is the safest, the softest, and the most tolerant. They may also blame and attack the parent they feel they have disappointed the most, as that sense of failure creates overwhelming, explosive anxiety.
A while ago, I read about a book called “Dear Me, a Letter to my 16-Year Old Self.”
At the peak of a child’s chemical dependency, one of my friends and her husband bought a camper so they could retreat into the wild and walk on pine needles instead of eggshells. Other friends have kicked their kids out of their homes but permitted them to sleep in the yard or in the garage, a safe outpost that (in theory) spares the rest of the home from the insanity. A mom friend asked me if she should move away from her family’s hometown with her daughter in tow after her daughter left rehab. Or maybe she should send her daughter away instead?
While waiting at the vet one day, I picked up an enlightening book called What Dogs Teach Us: Life’s Lessons Learned from Our Best Friends by Glen Dromgoole. I skimmed through the book and found that many of these life lessons apply to man and beast alike. Consider:
Working the steps has offered powerful tools against addiction or alcoholism ever since they were invented by Bill Wilson more than 60 years ago. Cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT) can also be a powerful ally in the quest for recovery. Turns out, “
I found my first glimmer of hope when I finally mustered the strength to tell my son, “Choose rehab, or choose a life without your family. “ My hope did NOT arise from his response (which was three days in coming) but in the fact that I finally knew in my heart of hearts that things wouldn’t change unless we changed…and I garnered the strength and conviction to draw that line in the sand.
Recent tragedies in our nation are stark reminders that life is precious and fleeting. At the same time, it is important to seize life’s joys in spite of the worry and sorry that lies can lie so close to the surface when our children’s health is at stake. But what happens if we find ourselves clenching grief or loss—or the fear of loss–so tightly that we cannot embrace happiness or joy?
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