Yes, my daughter did.
She started at age 12 using drugs and, according to her, smoked pot, drank, used meth, ADHD medications that she crushed into a pillcrusher and snorted alone and with cocaine, then took downers so she could sleep. She tried HEROIN a few times, which terrifies me, but did NOT get addicted to it, thank God. Once she saw a "friend" with track marks up and down her arms and they made her sick. She thought, "That will be me one day." She tried to quit. Her "friends" wouldn't let her, even threatening her with physical force if she did.
We didn't know any of this, but we knew she was smoking pot a lot in our house so we finally told her she had to leave when we came home early from a vacation and she was hosting a vibrant pot party with lots of seedy looking people and paraphernalia. She begged us not to do it, but we packed her bags and told her to leave that night. She said she had nowhere to go and we said we didn't care....her young siblings could not see this over and over again. She was unwilling to go to rehab or counseling. We knew she was resourceful and would find somebody to mooch off of. She stole a lot back then too. Forgot that part. There are no homeless shelters around us. She would have to rely on her drug cronies to put her up. It was very frightening for us to do this and we all cried, but she had burned her bridges and even then refused rehab.
Daughter was lucky. She had a totally straight arrow brother, who adored her at the time (he doesn't anymore, but that's a new thread) and when she called him begging him to help her, he drove all the way up from Illinois to get her, but handed her a list of rules before he took her from us, one being if she even smoked one cigarette in his house, she was out. She went with him with a strict list of rules, no transportation, and he expected her to get a job, pay rent and clean up around the house. He gave her his basement to live in.
Away from her WIsconsin drug "friends" she quit almost right away, on her own. She got a job at Subway. She walked to and from work and paid rent. Eventually, she was promoted to manager (she is a very smart young woman when not abusing her brain with drugs). She kept the house clean for the guys. She cooked for them. She quit everything, including cigarettes, which she now can't stand to be around. She met her boyfriend that she still has ten years later, she went back to school. She got a job at that college. She got all A's and won a trip to Austria with another group of students who got very high grades. This was related to her major which was Culinary Arts, Pastry Chef. She bought a house with her boyfriend. She turned into, according to her, "a boring housewife, when I'm home." She works six days a week, sometimes ten hours a day.
She drinks maybe once or twice a year. That's it. She is not in any trouble at all anymore. All her body piercings are gone. She can't have them at work. She is a pastry chef and also teaches Baking I twice a week at the college. Her boyfriend is a computer geek.
I thought Daughter was going to die or end up in jail. By age seventeen she had been on probation twice, which didn't seem to phaze her, she crept out of her bedroom window to run around town at all hours, she was in a car when a "cohort" robbed a liquor store and was very fortunate not to be charged as an accomplice. She was a mental basketcase. The cops came to our house a lot. She pulled a knife on herself once and put it to her neck. I called 911 and the cops handcuffed her, put her in their car and took her to a psychiatric hospital. I was crying as I hadn't wanted her cuffed, but they said it was for th eir and her protection. She was yelling, "I hate you! I will NEVER speak to you again!" She was there for two weeks. She didn't stop using drugs. While she was gone, we searched her room and found several butcher knives under her mattress. Did I forgot to mention she was also a cutter?
Do you really think we honestly had any real hope that things would ever change? We didn't. I don't think I slept all night at peace for years.
Keep the Faith. There is always hope. I never dreamed this particular child would get to where she is now. But it happened. in my opinion the key isn't how many rehabs they go to, although rehab is always a good thing. but it won't keep a person clean. The key is something has to happen (in my daughter's case she decided to start her long road of quitting after she saw her friend with the track marks up and down her arms, but it ook a while for her to do it). Still...that did scare her. The person HAS to want to quit or it won't happen. But it CAN happen if it happened to us.