Starting Fresh, Deni, Leaf, Copa and Esther, thank you. Your comforting support means so much.
I know very well that we all live with the realization that it could happen to any one of us, as I lived with that realization before he passed.
My son didn’t start drugs in a big way til after high school, five years ago, where he had gotten his first taste of weed. But a lot of the reason he wasn’t able to start earlier was we sheltered him somewhat because I knew he would become a drug user if given more freedom to associate with certain people that he was attracted to. The drug users. If he had started at age 15, I don’t think he would have lived as long as he did. He was very careless and self-destructive.
If you read my earlier posts I mention that weed was his drug of choice at that point. Everything he did, though, he did to excess and it wasn’t long before he ventured into meth, telling me it was a cheap high for when weed wasn’t available or became too expensive. Almost immediately it affected his mind and he was really never the same, mentally, after that.
Recently it got much worse and he was acting on his delusions and it was getting him arrested and jailed. He was on pre-trial release at the time of his death for vandalism he had committed during a period of psychosis. I think at one point the jail offered him mental health treatment and he refused. Unfortunately, like many mentally ill people, he didn’t trust government.
I do feel fortunate that we always had a decent relationship, considering, as strange as that might seem. I had to accept that he wasn’t living the life I wished he would, but I wanted him to always know he was loved. And he did know that and always expressed his love to us. He had a good soul. He never hated us and rarely said bad things or treated us poorly. He marched to the beat of his own drum, and we kind of just had to go along with it because there was really nothing we could do to change him but we wanted to leave the door open for the day he was ready to change.
After really suffering the effects of the meth, he finally did seek treatment on his own. I was pleased that he took that step but I feel it might have come a little too late for him. He was just in such a bad way. It was painful to watch.
But I keep telling myself he is perfect now. And I truly believe that. Thank you, again, dear friends.