Sorry. Do to a situation beyond our control we must cancell this meeting. We will be back at this location on 3-14-09. We will meet at the Eastern Probation Office on 3-7-09.
If you were needing a meeting give Lloyd a call instead. 412-861-6757. It's not the same but for this weekend it's all we got!
Meeting at Alliance Office for 2-28-09 cancelled.
Posted by:Lloyd Woodward--Thursday, February 26, 2009
Losing Your Teenager and Gaining an Adult - Part 4 of 6 Written by Lori (reprinted from 2-26-08)
Posted by:Ken Sutton--Thursday, February 26, 2009
I am a mother in a Middle-America, double income family that consists of my husband of 30 years, my daughter age 27 and my son age 21. I grew up in the inner city where I met my future husband in high school; we married after college and moved to the suburbs to start our family. This is the story of my son's drug addiction that started in his teenage years told in six parts.
I describe the events leading to my realization that I had lost my teenager to drugs and the steps I took to cope with that realization, get my son help, and rebuild my family with our new adult son in drug recovery. I am offering my story to help raise the awareness of the teen drug problem, to help destroy the stereotype of the drug addiction as being an inner city issue, and to share some of the lessons I have learned with the hope that they may benefit you and your family.
“My so-called guidance that I inflicted upon my son was really enabling his addiction, because I was there to save him from the harsh reality of recovery. I didn’t understand that the road into and through recovery is brutal. … and most of all; I didn’t want to believe that it had to be me that brought this bottom (of the road) to him. “
Part Four (click here for part three)
As parents we still hope for that relationship with our teenager and we continue to try to force it to happen. However, we come to a point where we realize that it will never be.
So as parents, we eventually come to the end. The end of hoping that we can salvage our child’s teen years; The end of hoping that there is a chance that we can still be their parent as they are a teenager. There comes an end to the chance of having a relationship with our teenage child. Regardless of how much we need our teenager, they will never be. And the longer we hang onto our teenager, the longer we trap them and ourselves into an existence of co-dependency and manipulation.
In many ways dealing with the loss of our relationship with our teenager is like dealing with a death. We must take the time to mourn this, so that we can move on and allow our teenager to move on. And we must look for our own inspiration so that we can to continue to support our now emerging adult child.
There are many sources of strength and support, including God, support groups, other parents, etc. I often find that lyrics in music provide surprising wisdom. There is a song by Martina McBride called, “In My Daughter’s Eyes”, and piece of it is as follows:
Everything becomes a little clearer
I realize what life is all about
It's hangin' on when your heart
has had enough
It's giving more when you feel like giving up
I realize what life is all about
It's hangin' on when your heart
has had enough
It's giving more when you feel like giving up
And this is kinda what we do. We keep hanging in there for the sake of our drug-addicted kid. We do realize that it is not about us. It is about us supporting them. It is about us doing what is necessary for the benefit of our child’s recovery, regardless of our needs. It is about us allowing our teenager to proceed into recovery so that they can begin a new life, where they can start to realize new dreams
And our teenager is struggling with what they have lost. Our teenager must come to terms with this, for they have lost their teen years and all the events of those years. Our child gave them to drugs. And this really does hurt them more than it hurts us. So we must hang in there when our heart has had enough.
We must also trust that our drug-addicted teenager will emerge as an adult in drug recovery when we feel like giving up all hope. We must trust in something, in order to let go of our teenager, so they can let go of their teen years; To begin to come to terms with what they have lost, and begin to heal; to gain strength; to move into adulthood and into drug recovery.
Now we must look to the future and support our children in their recovery. I am convinced that true recovery does not start until they assume responsibility for it themselves. And we as their parents must allow them the freedom to accept this responsibility. We must give them the freedom that they need to pull themselves up from the ashes of their teen years and move forward as an adult
However, this is just too hard. We still want to be there for them, to give them guidance and direct their recovery. But the reality is, we need this more for ourselves, than any other reality that we are truly effective in guiding their recovery.
There have been many times when I did not understand the actions of my son’s counselors when he was in placement, and I felt the need to intervene. Surely these people do not know what they are doing! However, I always stopped myself and asked the question, “Whatever I did, Did it ever work?” And regardless of how much I want to believe that I really did know what was best for my son, the answer to this question was always a resonating, “No!”
Since he started his drug use at the age of 13 until he was forced into placement by the courts at 17; what I was doing was not working. In fact, it helped the addiction process to continue. And if I feel guilty about anything today, it is the length of time it took for me to realize that I was not effective in dealing with my son’s addiction. And the longer I believed that I was, the further he sank into this pit of heroin. Maybe if I acted sooner, maybe if I didn’t wait so long, maybe if I had listened earlier, maybe his addiction would not have developed as deep as it did.
That is a regret that haunts me every day. My so-called guidance that I inflicted upon my son was really enabling his addiction, because I was there to save him from the harsh reality of recovery. I didn’t understand that the road into and through recovery is brutal. Nor did I understand how necessary it is for an addict to walk this road into order to reach the other side. And I certainly didn’t understand the actions that were necessary to force him to the bottom of this road, and most of all; I didn’t want to believe that it had to be me that brought this bottom to him. I ran from that responsibility for years; shifted it to others, while I continued to believe that he would ‘see-the-light’ and calmly accept recovery. But these demons of addiction that occupy our children; These demons never seek recovery. And as long as we appease them, these demons will continue to stay and play.
So we are not wiser than our children’s drug counselors, or wiser than the recovering addicts in NA. We are not wiser than all the experts that are addressing our child’s drug issues. They can help our children more than we can.
So, we must accept the fact that there will always be a piece of our child’s life where we do not fit, because we are not a drug addict and we will never understand that piece of their lives. We must let go and allow them to move on. We must allow them the space to be able to assume responsibility for their own recovery and allow them to seek advice of others, and it may not be us. And even more so, we may not be involved and we may never know.
End of Part 4 - Come Back Next week for Part 5
A brief preview from next week:
“And I tried, to the exclusion of my marriage, my daughter, my career, my friends, and everything else around until the exclusions included my health. But I could not fix this. … And the more I tried to fix it the more we all sank into the co-dependency of manipulation and enabling. “
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Transfer of Power from PO to Parent
Posted by:Lloyd Woodward--Sunday, February 22, 2009
Is it possible for the Parent to benefit from the power that the PO has? Can the parent actually become more powerful by allying themselves with the PO? It may sound like a harebrained question at first, but to become more powerful as a parent keep the following tenets in mind:
1. Keep no secrets with your teen regarding his success following his Conditions of Probation. Sometimes it seems like the right thing to say, "if you do that again, I'm telling your Probation Officer." However, this implies that you will keep some things secret. Secrets keep us sick.
When your teen accuses you like this: "I tired of you threatening me with my PO!" reply "I talk to your PO all the time! Do you expect me to keep things secret from him? I won't do that. I am not here to keep secrets for you."
2. Have frequent and regular contacts with your teen's Probation Officer and /or attend Parent Survival Skills Training regularly, which is sponsored by Juvenile Probation. Make sure your teen knows that you have regular contact with Probation.
3. Play an active role in your teen's hearings. It is good for your teen to see that you stand up in Court, tell the truth, and if appropriate ask that the Court hold your teen accountable.
4. Take an active role in disciplining your teen. Don't leave it up to the Probation Department unless it is a very serious infraction and the consequences are automatic. Take the lead. Hold your teen accountable without the PO's help when possible, but always report openly to the PO about what has occurred. Suggest discipline (such as a week-end in the sanction unit) that you think will work and don't be afraid to ask the PO to be stricter than he planned to be. If your teen sees that you are using the Probation Officer as a tool he will glimpse that you are the agent of power, and the power will flow from the PO to you. On the other hand, taking a passive role in discipline insures that only the PO will receive the power and not the parent. Practice phrases such as, "I spoke with your PO, and he agrees with me that we need to blah blah blah."
As we say in group: If you want the power take the blame: if you take the blame you get the credit.
In other words, be the bad guy. Don't try to make the PO out to be the bad guy and you have no influence. You do have influence, that is to say that you do have power. Don't deny that you have power.
Role-plays from 2-7-09 Part-Three. "Mom, you're a fake!"
Posted by:Lloyd Woodward--Thursday, February 19, 2009
As I mentioned in Part-One and in Part-Two the role-plays we did in group were designed to heighten awareness. Therefore, when I played each teenager I was not trying to say what I thought they might say. I was trying to say what I thought the Teen would say if he were being brutally honest. The next one is an 17 year-old teen in placement. Actually, in this role-play, the teen might say a lot of this to the Mom. It fits the description of "brutally honest" but in this case, she might say a lot of it openly to her mother and not just be thinking it.
Teen: Mom, you can fool all of these people but you don't fool me.
Mom: Oh.
Teen: You act so different now that you're trying to impress my PO and the staff here, but I know you; you're just faking.
Mom: I'm trying to change.
Teen: You won't change. When I finally get home, you'll see- you won't act all perfect parent when it's just you and me- and for that matter, why don't you just stop fronting right now? You'll never change and you know it.
Mom: Things are going to be different when...
Teen: [Interrupting] Oh sure, sure, you'll be this super-tough bitch when I get home? Ha ha. You couldn't control me before and you won't be able to control me later either. And all this stuff you're learning in your "group"? Oh please, don't make me sick- I know you're going to be just every bit as easy for me to manipulate as ever- you know why?
Mom: Why is that?
Teen: I'm smarter than you. Way smarter than you and you know it. Mom: We'll see.
Teen: Oh don't worry Mom, I still love you, ridiculous as you are trying to impress my PO with how tuff-love you are. Just do me a favor OK?
Mom: What?
Teen: I get it that you have to pretend to be this other parent when my PO and my counselor are around, but when it's just you and me? Please let's don't pretend. Just be yourself. There's nothing wrong with just being yourself.
Mom: I'm trying to change!
Teen: YOU don't have to change. I have to change and I am. There's nothing wrong with you. You talk to much maybe, but they want you to think that it's your fault I'm an addict. It's not your fault- you are alright as a Mom; you love me and you try to help me- you know, you bring me stuff that I need in here. Stuff that I can't get for myself. And I like that. I love you for looking out for me. I depend on you Mom. I need you to be yourself. Please! Be the Mom I need and love, not the stupid fake Mom they want you to be. They're trying to brainwash you! Hello! I can see right through their little plans. They aren't so smart. You should be able to see right though them too.
Of course it's one thing to heighten awareness but what should a parent follow-up with? Well the first business order is to admit the truth, if any, of what your teen is saying. Second, similarly but somewhat different, is to accept that your teen actually believes the things he is saying, even when it is not the truth.
The tendency for denial is strong in parenting in general (Not my child!) and especially strong when Chemical Dependency strikes a family. Even though we may no longer deny that our child has a problem we may continue to deny the extent of the changes that this disease has caused in our teenager. So, the first order of business is just to take a couple of deep breaths and admit that your situation is formidable, not hopeless by a long shot, but formidable.
Next, it's time for some verbal Jujitsu.
Jujutsu (柔術 jūjutsu?) 
listen (help·info), literally meaning the "art of softness", or "way of yielding" is a collective name for Japanese martial art styles including unarmed and armed techniques. Jujutsu evolved among the samurai of feudal Japan as a method for defeating an armed and armored opponent without weapons. Due to the ineffectiveness of striking against an armored opponent, the most efficient methods for neutralizing an enemy took the form of pins, joint locks, and throws. These techniques were developed around the principle of using an attacker's energy against him, rather than directly opposing it.
For example, in the last case scenario with the 17 year-old girl in placement. The mother does not have to be defensive. There is much to agree with the girl about. In fact, what the girl is saying is this: "I see that you are changing, it's hard to change, don't change, you can't change."
Mom: You know, you are right about a lot of this.
Teen: I know I'm right. You bet your ass I'm right, Mom how many other times have you tried to change who you are?
Mom: Yes, and it is very hard to change.
Teen: You can't. You really just want them to think you're this great parent.
Mom: Yes, I need their support. Your Probation Officer and your counselor are helping me.
Teen: Some help! With help from them we don't need enemies.
Mom: Another thing you said is important too. It's one thing for me to try to change while you're in here, but it's going to be my biggest challenge to not go back to my enabling role with you once you're released from here. I'm going to need a lot of help.
Teen: Stop talking that way. I told you! Your just a fake! That's not really who you are.
Mom: Yes, as I go through this, sometimes it feels like I'm a fake.
Teen: Well stop it.
Mom: When you first make changes, it doesn't feel real at first. Like I said, change is hard.
Teen: Just stop being a fake. I like the way you were before.
Mom: Well, yes, I'm sure you liked me before and nothing has changed about how much I love you. That part will never change.
Teen: I love you too Mom. It's so hard for me in here.
Mom: Oh honey, it's hard for me to see you in here.
Teen: Get me out of here! I've learned my lesson.
Mom: I know you've learned a lot already.
Teen: Then do it.
Mom: No
Teen: Oh you make me so mad.
Mom: Yes, I know I make you mad. And as I learn how not to enable you, you're going to be feeling that.
FREE RESOURCES AVAILABLE TO HELP PARENTS RECONNECT WITH THEIR TEENS!
Posted by:Lloyd Woodward--Thursday, February 19, 2009
The National Youth Anti-Drug Media Campaign has some excellent articles for parents. These are free for the download or you can order articles, posters, etc to be sent to you for free. Click here to see available resources. You have to really click around to appreciate all the various articles available. One that I particularly liked is "Online Exposure: Teens at Risk and Parents Disconnected." This is an E-guide for parents featuring Everything you need to know about social networking, net lingo, and viral video to better understand your teen's online habits. For example, I did not know that the following are lingo that teens use on line:
Lingo to Warn of Parent Monitoring
POS Parent Over Shoulder
PIR Parent In Room
P911 Parent Alert
PAW Parents Are Watching
PAL Parents Are Listening
Top 50 Internet Acronyms Parents should know
You can also use their search function at the top of the website to look up specific drugs or specific words that interest you.
Also, they have some very good stuff on the connection between marijuana and depression.
Role-plays from 2-7-09 PSST Part-Two. (I'm not that into bringing guys home to meet my mother!)
Posted by:Lloyd Woodward--Tuesday, February 17, 2009
As I mentioned in Part-One. The role-plays we did in group were designed to heighten awareness. Therefore, when I played each teenager I was not trying to say what I thought they might say. I was trying to say what I thought the Teen would say if he were being brutally honest. The next one is an 18 year-old teen.
Daughter: Mom, I'm so happy to be living back home.
Mom: I missed you. It's great to have you back.
Daughter: Oh you are the coolest Mom!
Daughter: And I'm so glad you didn't try some power-trip on me because I replapsed. You understand that relapse is part of recovery. I learned my lesson.
Mom: Well I hope so.
Daughter: Yeah, and you know, I'm glad you just gave me back my cell phone without a hassel- you know I need it- thanks Mom.
Mom: Well, we're going to talk about that...
Daughter: No, trust me - I like it that we don't have to have some "big talk." You trust me. You know I know how to handle myself and all. I'm really glad you kept my PO out of it. He doesn't understand like you do. All he knows is stuff he read in books, but you understand better what I'm going through.
Mom: He helped us a lot.
Daughter: Oh yeah, I needed his help once before, but not now. Like, I'm so happy you didn't sit me down and make me agree to some stupid contract- that's what I thought you would do- and really Mom, what's the point? I'm either going to get it right this time or I'm not, but no stupid contract that our PO comes up with is going to make a difference. And I'd have told you that I was going to follow a stupid contract, but really, I probably would have been lying.
Mom: We are going to have a contract, I meant to tell you that.
Daughter: What? Oh sure, like I'm going to follow some dumb contract! I'm almost 19. I'm not doing that.
Mom: Well you have to.
Daughter: How you figure?
Mom: I expect you to follow a contract if you're going to live here.
Daughter: Like what would be in it that I'm not doing now?
Mom: For one thing I don't want you going out with anybody I haven't met.
Daughter: You want to meet my new friend? He's not my Boyfriend. Why do you want to meet him?
Mom: I just do.
Daughter: Well I don't want you to. Just forget that. I'm not that into bringing home guys to meet you, that's all.
Mom: Well, if you plan to continue to live here- get into it!
Daughter: No way!
Mom: If you want to live here- you will.
Daughter: What? Are you going to throw me out just because I won't bring home my new friend?
Mom: Yes.
Daughter: Ha ha Mom. Get real. As long as I'm clean, and working, you are not going to throw me out. I don't know why you say idiotic things like that.
Mom: I mean it.
Daughter: Sure you do. Like I mean it when I say I'm going to be on American Idol. I kinda mean it - or I mean that I wish I could do it- but I know I'm not really ever going to do that.
Mom: You think you know me pretty well.
Daughter: Mom, apparently I know you better than you know you. But not to worry Mom. I won't let you down this time- I can stay clean this time- hey, relapse is part of recovery and I had to have at least one- I think it's made me a better person. Don't you?
Disclaimer: These are never exactly the way they happened in group. I never thought of that stuff about American Idol till right now but it fits. This role-play is inspired by the one we did in group. Have an idea or question after readin this? Leave a comment. If you are thinking it, other people are thinking it too. Thanks very much to the parent who provided this scenario.
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Recovery... KEEPING THE PROMISE, March 27, 2009 @Omni William Penn Hotel Pittsburgh.
Posted by:Lloyd Woodward--Sunday, February 15, 2009
A behavioral health recovery-focused conference sponsored by Community Care. This conference, intended for individuals interested in behavioral health issues including consumers and their families, providers, administrative and clinical staff from county and state agencies, and other behavioral health stakeholders, will look at the future of mental health services in a recovery-focused environment.
Featured speakers include Raymond Cho, MD, Assistant Professor, Psychiatry and Psychology, University of Pittsburgh, and Patricia Valentine, Deputy Director, Allegheny County Department of Human Services, Office of Behavioral Health. Workshops in three tracks (Treatment, Outcomes, and Leadership and Development) will focus on topics such as recovery-oriented treatment plans, ways to move recovery-oriented services forward, developing a support system, and peer support.
Click here to download a copy of the brochure and registration page.
Losing Your Teenager and Gaining an Adult - Part 3 of 6 Written by Lori (Reprinted from 2-12-08)
Posted by:Ken Sutton--Thursday, February 12, 2009
I am a mother in a Middle-America, double income family that consists of my husband of 30 years, my daughter age 27 and my son age 21. I grew up in the inner city where I met my future husband in high school; we married after college and moved to the suburbs to start our family. This is the story of my son's drug addiction that started in his teenage years told in six parts.
I describe the events leading to my realization that I had lost my teenager to drugs and the steps I took to cope with that realization, get my son help, and rebuild my family with our new adult son in drug recovery. I am offering my story to help raise the awareness of the teen drug problem, to help destroy the stereotype of the drug addiction as being an inner city issue, and to share some of the lessons I have learned with the hope that they may benefit you and your family.
“So my son is a drug addict. He will hopefully always be an addict living in drug recovery, but he will always be a drug addict. He hopefully will never again be an actively-using drug addict, but he will never be a used-to-be drug addict. He will always be a drug addict and I must accept that. “
Part Three (click here for part 2)
There are many memories that we have never shared with our teenager, high school memories, memories about their friends, and friends that never were. However, I think some memories are harder than others. My son played hockey, and for me those memories are the ones I miss the most.
I think it will always be hard to accept these missing hockey memories. Some of the other missing memories will eventually be replaced with new ones. My son’s high school commencement that never happened will hopefully be replaced with his university commencement, and I can get his “senior” pictures then. Maybe even have that party. But there will always be a void where the hockey memories should have been. A few weeks ago my son was discussing other possibilities for universities, and one had a hockey team. And before I could catch myself I heard my words say to him…“Maybe you can play hockey again?”
And he reiterated over and over again, “Mom, my hockey is over. I will never play again. You must accept that……I had too!”
Yes, he had too. He had to let go of his teen years, of his dreams that drugs had stolen from him. His drug addiction didn’t allow him to be a teenager and he had to accept that he could not recapture those teen years. They were gone forever. My son will never experience being teenager and I will never share those years with him. They belong to his past now and he gave them away to drugs.
So regardless of how hard things are for us parents to accept those years that are lost, it is harder for our children. I once asked my son about the years he spent doing drugs and if he considered writing down some of his memories so that others could understand. He said that he couldn’t, because he can’t remember much. And after a few days of thinking about this comment, I began to realize how sad this statement is, so very sad. His teen years, that should have been some of the best of his life, can be capsulated in the simple statement, “I can’t remember much.” At the young age of 21, his drug use represents about 40% of his life, of which he has little to no memory. His teen years that should have cultivated his future, his dreams, and his adulthood were lost, because he can’t remember much. And it will be this statement that will paint his reflections of his teen years forever, “I can’t Mom, because I don’t remember much.”
As his mother, this is too much to take in; That his teen years to him are almost non-existent. In recent weeks, he and I have talked about all that we have missed and his comments indicate how he didn’t know much at the time either. He didn’t know that it was his birthday, that his why he wasn’t home. He didn’t know that it was Christmas, and that is why he still left for the day. He often didn’t know what day it was, in fact, I know there were times he didn’t know what month it was. That is how he will remember his teen years and it won’t be much.
What little my son will remember about his teen years will be of his drug use; For he spent his time with his drugs. He didn't spend time with the family. And he didn't spend time with me. It was drugs that he shared his life with. It wasn't me. It was drugs that influenced him. It certainly wasn't me. It was drugs that had a relationship with my teenage son … and it most certainly wasn't me! It was drugs that stole away my little boy, and they claimed his teen years. Now those years are over and we will never have them back. I will never have a relationship with my teenage son. He is gone. But what is truer is that my teenage son wasn’t really ever here, he never really was, and he never will be.
And I really do know why I picture my son as 9 years old. It was at that age where his height still placed him just below my chin. So when I hugged him, he was a good fit against my body and I would rest my chin on the top of his head while I teased him that he wasn’t permitted to grown any more, so that I could hug him like this forever. And he would laugh and say he would try, just for me. I always wanted to be able to submerge him into my arms where I believed I could protect him and keep him safe. I wouldn’t let anything hurt my son.
But I did. I did not or could not protect him from drugs and they claimed my teenager. And I certainly could not save him, no matter how hard I tried to protect his life. I wanted so much to believe that I could reclaim his teen years and give them back to him on a sliver platter as if the drug use never happened. And I failed at that too. I did allow something to hurt him. To hurt him very badly, and I still want to grab my little boy, hold him close and make it all go away. To turn back time and take those demons of drug addiction from him; To give him back his teen years and those dreams that he lost. If only I could change it so he was no longer an addict, like the drugs never existed. But I can’t now and I couldn’t stop it then. I was never able to stop it.
So my son is a drug addict. He will hopefully always be an addict living in drug recovery, but he will always be a drug addict. He hopefully will never again be an actively-using drug addict, but he will never be a used-to-be drug addict. He will always be a drug addict and I must accept that. He is not that 9 year-old little boy anymore. I will never be able to re-do those years and I would never have been able to stop this from happening. I cannot take this cross from him, and he must bear it for a lifetime. And I must deal with the void in my arms that my 9-year-old son has left, and accept the reality that this is all that remains of my teenage son.
End of Part 3. Come back next week for Part 4.
A brief preview of next week:
“My so-called guidance that I inflicted upon my son was really enabling his addiction, because I was there to save him from the harsh reality of recovery. I didn’t understand that the road into and through recovery is brutal. … and most of all; I didn’t want to believe that it had to be me that brought this bottom (of the road) to him. “
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Role-plays from 2-7-09 PSST designed to heighten awareness rather than skills. Part-One
Posted by:Lloyd Woodward--Monday, February 09, 2009
We took a break after the brief updates. When we returned I challenged each family to allow me to role-play their teen while they played the parents. This time our goal was to heighten awareness. I asked people to hold off on comments or questions until I had role-played each family. We had eight parents representing six families.
I explained to everyone that I was not going to necessarily say the things that their teen would say. Instead, I was attempting to say what their teen would say if he were being honest. As it turned out, this is what teens might say if they were brutally honest. You might think of this as a "what if your teen really sees things this way" role-play!
Sometimes I feel that even though we have come a long way with our teens we still suffer from some denial. We still have trouble seeing the naked truth, the way it really is without the benefit of the doubt that we always give our teenagers.
At this point I expect some of you readers are asking, "How would you know what our teens are really thinking? Can you read their minds?" Well no, of course I can't read minds. However, I can read behavior. Paying attention to behavior is a better way to read people than paying attention to what they say. Still, I would be the first to admit that I can be wrong. Even if I am off a bit on one or two of the teens, I can present a side of things that a parent should consider.
One parent said this to me after the exercise: "As you were going around the room role-playing with the other families, it's real easy to see what's going on with the other families. The tough thing is to see what's going on in my family." Yes, when it comes to our own families, we have blinders on. When it comes to other families we see clearly. What we hope is that we can see our own situation in other peoples.
18 yr-old son: You guys need to stop.
Father: Stop what?
18 yr-old son: Stop trying to wake me up for school.
Mother: You need your education- you're almost graduated.
18 yr-old son: Yeah, but I don't care about school- I don't really need an education.
Father: You need to finish school because we say you need to finish school.
18 yr-old son: Well I'm not going to do it.
Father: Then we'll put you out.
18 yr-old son: Oh yeah, that'll happen.
Father: It will happen- you just watch.
18 yr-old son: Are you high?
Father: What are you talking about?
18 yr-old son: You seriously think that she [pointing at Mom] is going to let you throw me out? That's not going to happen.
Father: Really?
18 yr-old son: Really. There is no way she is going to let you throw me out. I know that. Mom
knows that. And Dad, you know that too, so why do you even say stupid things like that?
Mom: You might push us to do it.
18 yr-old son: Yeah, right, sure. Listen, you guys can't even let Lloyd sanction me at the Academy. You know you keep telling him not to do that. All I have to do is threaten to run away and you guys can't let him do that. And you never take my car off of me even though you own it. And I still have my cell phone. So, when I see you can't do anything to hold me accountable I sure as hell know that you aren't going to throw me out- so please for all our benefits- just stop it. I'm embarrassed for you both.
[silence]
18 yr-old son: See, look at it this way. You made me give up drugs. And I lost all my friends, but I gave up drugs. Now you want to control everything. Sorry! You won on the drugs thing and I got 17 months clean, but I resent that you are making me finish High School. I work. I do fine. You guys need to stop trying to wake me up - and hey, if you don't then I'm going to really start being a night mare for you in the morning. You ain't seen nothing yet!
Father: Oh I believe that!
I'm going to stop here and save the other role-plays for part-two of this post. As always, role-plays written in this blog are inspired by the ones we do in group but they are never the exact role-plays. Special thanks to the parents who provided this scenario.
Let me end this post with the following: If you have a rule you must enforce it. If for any reason it is not possible to enforce it then get rid of it.
Losing Your Teenager and Gaining an Adult - Part 2 of 6 Written by Lori (reprinted from 1-29-08)
Posted by:Ken Sutton--Wednesday, February 04, 2009
I am a mother in a Middle-America, double income family that consists of my husband of 30 years, my daughter age 27 and my son age 21. I grew up in the inner city where I met my future husband in high school; we married after college and moved to the suburbs to start our family. This is the story of my son's drug addiction that started in his teenage years told in six parts.
I describe the events leading to my realization that I had lost my teenager to drugs and the steps I took to cope with that realization, get my son help, and rebuild my family with our new adult son in drug recovery. I am offering my story to help raise the awareness of the teen drug problem, to help destroy the stereotype of the drug addiction as being an inner city issue, and to share some of the lessons I have learned with the hope that they may benefit you and your family.“And at that moment I knew it was over. … The hockey player that lived in my son’s soul had died. And my son’s dreams died with him. And that realization began to rush over me leaving a hole in my life that will never be filled. “
Part Two (click here for part one)
When dealing with a teenage drug addict, you will find many typical teenage events that never happen and many memories that will never be. And regardless of how much we try to force them to be, they still will never be. And there are still many more memories that are painful and we would rather forget.
However, there is one memory that remains very poignant in my thoughts. One very painful memory that stays with me like it happened yesterday. A memory that starts well, leads to a catastrophic event, and ends with a very painful but enlightening evening. That memory seems to never leave, remains very vivid, and sneaks in at arbitrary moments of my life.
My son’s hockey coach is a wonderful man and he cultivates a relationship among the players by taking them on social events. So this memory starts with him and the last event my son attended with the team. It was a baseball game to kick-off the new hockey season. However, my son was late and he missed his ride to the park; because he was trying to score dope, and he was successful. However on this night, one bag of heroin was not enough. He bought two, got himself to the park…late, and took it before he entered the park. He quickly began to crash. The two bags of heroin were too much for him. He collapsed, and it was obvious to the team that he was over dosing. His coach cradled him like a baby, kept him conscious, and worked him through to stability. He stayed with my son as other team fathers stayed with the other players. My son did survive this night, but it was the beginning of the end of any hope that my son will live his teen years as they were supposed to be.
And then there was the aftermath. There were two members of the hockey board that were not happy with these events and yielded many threats to the coach for their interpretation of the events; Also threats of the police and school officials to my son. The later was almost humorous at this point. As if they didn’t already know my son, or I really didn’t have them on speed dial on my cell phone already. And I almost laughed when the threat was given. But regardless, this was an ugly scene. How would my son recover from this and still play hockey?
You see, that was the mode that I was still in at this point with regard to coping with my son’s addiction. I was still trying to hold his life together and minimize the damage his drug use was causing. I still believed that he was not an addict. That he would work through this experiment of his, recapture his life, and we would all live happily ever after as it was supposed to be. But this was a disaster. I had to soon realize that he was not going to recapture his life; that his teen years were not going to proceed as if his drug use never happened; That our lives are not going to be like they were supposed to be and that my son was an addict. And I would start to realize that now.
Within a couple of days, there was a parents meeting; Just a general meeting to discuss the beginning of the hockey season and start the typical planning that parents do. I received a few personal phone calls of support to ensure that I would be there, and it is the memory of this meeting that is the poignant memory that feels like yesterday.
Just about everyone was there, including most of the players. And there was excitement in everybody’s voices for the season that was about to start. When we parents started to discuss the business of the team, I could not shake the hope that maybe they really did not know my son was using drugs, but my inability to cope with their knowledge of the events was more the reality rather than any hope that they didn’t know.
The typical hockey politics begin the discussion and the event at the ballpark was soon the topic. There was no doubt the extent of their knowledge of my son’s behavior and I was overwhelmed with the shame of the stigma. How could my son have behaved in this way? And yes, I was also still in the mode of addressing my son’s problem as a behavior problem, a discipline problem, and I was still in disbelief that this was happening to my son, to my family….to me. It just wasn’t supposed to be this way! This type of coarse lifestyle just does not happen in my family.
However, at that moment it all came crashing down. There I was sitting in this kitchen with a house full of people as they openly discussed my son’s drug induced collapse at the ballpark. I was crushed with the guilt of his actions and with the ignominy that he had brought the street life of drug use into this protected world and brutally displayed it before their children.
And at that moment I knew it was over. And I ached in a manner that I never had before. My son survived yet another close call due to his drug use that night at the ballpark, but a part of my son’s life had died that night. He used to be one of the better hockey players in the region and coaches approached him. However, his drug use was pushing his hockey ability into a past tense of used-to-be, but it was this night that sealed it as a never-again. The hockey player that lived in my son’s soul had died. And my son’s dreams died with him. And that realization began to rush over me leaving a hole in my life that will never be filled. This emptiness filled me as I began to realize that I had just lost everything that was there before me in this kitchen. These people; Their friendships; These players; Their Moms; Our team; And my son’s dreams. They were no longer a part of my life. This major piece of my existence that cultivated these dreams for my son was evaporating, and I could not stop it.
But the next thing that rushed over me was the awareness of their unbelievable support. It took a while for it to sink in, but their support was elevating. They cared about my son, they were concerned for my son, and they were standing by him. When I look back on it today, they had a better understanding of this situation more so than I did. They believed he was a good kid that was sick. They knew it was not a discipline problem. They knew my son needed help. They knew he was an addict, that he had a disease. They knew more than I was willing to admit at the time. And they made me feel like I still belonged.
However, I knew that it had ended. This would be the last time I would sit with these parents as a part of this team. I would no longer be a Hockey Mom and these Hockey Moms would no longer be a part of my life. And my son would never play hockey again. I would not see my son play his last game of high school hockey, because he already had. I just didn’t notice. And there would not be a senior night for my son, because he would not be there. And neither would I. The hockey player that I knew as my son was gone, and a piece of me was leaving with him. And neither would ever return.
To this very day, years later, I still see their faces of that night like it was yesterday. I can still hear their voices; see the boys walk to and from the refrigerator, feel myself sitting in that kitchen, and seeing the interactions of the players with their parents, and wanted that so badly for me and my son. And I still can see the Mom whose kitchen it was and I can still hear her words of encouragement as I stood in the door to leave. And I still miss them all, even though the years have separated them. And still miss this hockey team, even though these players have moved onto into adulthood and this team is no longer. Surely I have not seen my son play his last game. I cannot accept that to this day, and I still wait for the next season; To get the game schedule and mark the calendar, to learn where we are going for the tournaments and schedule vacation. I still have a hard time letting this go; to accept yet another empty memory; A memory that will never be.
End of Part 2. Come back next week for Part 3
A brief preview of next week:
“So my son is a drug addict. He will hopefully always be an addict living in drug recovery, but he will always be a drug addict. He hopefully will never again be an actively-using drug addict, but he will never be a used-to-be drug addict. He will always be a drug addict and I must accept that. “
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