Okay, I'm not sure I can sit by and watch my 18 year old son slowly kill himself. We discovered a few years ago that he had been smoking pot, we drug tested him and that was the only thing that came up. He had been smoking at a friend's house whose parents actually let the kids smoke there so they wouldn't get into trouble outside. We then put the brakes on that relationship since back then he was way too young to drive and we live in an area where walking to some friends houses just isn't possible. Then this particular friend moved closer to our house and needless to say they started hanging out again. I found this out when I was driving down the street and saw my son duck behind a car. I drove over and called him from my cell asking where he was. Of course he lied and said he was somewhere else. I told him he had about 5 seconds to come and get in the car or things would be really embarrassing. He came out and we went home. My husband I agreed on a punishment and stuck to it. He was great for quite a while. Actually staying in on his own, playing Xbox with other kids online, going to baseball games with us. Things seemed pretty normal. Once he started high school things went bad quickly. He had a curfew and he did always stick to it with some exceptions, parties and such. If we went out we always made it a point to be in before him. One Friday evening we went out for a late dinner, his curfew was 11:00 so we were home by 10:30. When we walked up to the door we found his key was still in the knob and he was passed out on the couch. When my husband lifted him up, I thought he was dying. He tried to tell us he had taken percocet but I knew it needed to be something else and was ready to call 911. My husband talked me out of it and took him to bed. It has been a nightmare ever since. Back in September of last year he overdosed on something called seroquil and xanax. An entire week of hallucinations and nightmares. Took him to the ER and they said the effect would eventually wear off but he would be sick for a few days. By the time we had gotten him home he was vomiting for at least 8 hours (not continuously), every time he would drink something. He looked at me just like he did when he was little and said "I just want to feel like myself". Although my heart was breaking, my reply was "How do you know how that feels when you're high all the time?" After that he stayed clean, he avoided his friends and was completely drug free. Now he's back with the old gang and once he turned 18 he thinks he can do anything he wants. He's totally out of control and completely disrespectful (more so than before) refusing to take a drug test and blaming me and my husband for everything that is wrong in his life. How we treat him differently than his brother. We've tried to explain, they've both been provided the same opportunities but he chose to make bad decisions which led him to where he is today. He is the only one who can change what is going wrong with his life. We've given him a month to either find a place to live or get help. Prayers to St. Rita for all that are going through this as well.