I should have known not to get too excited about GFG27, but he was doing so well having been off heroin for 8 months since his house arrest started in April. He got off house arrest, has an attorney working on his pending case (heroin possession), and started a great job a couple of months ago. He and wife have been getting along well, and are making plans to move themselves and kids out of our house and into their own apartment in March. Well, Saturday morning, his wife knocked on our bedroom door and said she thinks he has ODed. They had been out to eat and a movie (kids were staying overnight with her sister, thank goodness). She woke up about 4 a.m. and found him on the floor unresponsive. He finally came to and was able to walk, and husband and I drove them to the ER. By that time, he was talking and somewhat alert. They checked his vitals, said he'd be OK, and were going to assign him a social worker. He already has one, though, from a previous visit to a treatment center a couple of weeks ago at the insistence of his wife, who had been afraid he would relapse once he got some money. His wife is pretty familiar with heroin and OD, as her sister is currently in prison for heroin possession and had ODed several times. She was very worried about him and she had to work the next day, but kept calling me to check on him. He told her that he took two bags, and he gave her four more that she flushed. He says he doesn't remember anything up until we took him to the ER. My other son said he walked by their bedroom door on his way to the bathroom (they share a hallway) and saw his brother lying on the floor, but thought he was drunk or something so didn't mention it to anyone. This was about 2 a.m., so I guess he had been passed out for a while before daughter in law found him. GFG27 was still high yesterday and I caught him nodding off a couple of times, which is pathetic since the kids were back home in the afternoon. By the time daughter in law got off work, he seemed some better and managed to have dinner with us. We all went driving around to look at Christmas light and he seemed back to normal except looks terrible around the eyes. At dinner, husband said, "Be careful, son. We all love you too much." daughter in law had asked us yesterday if we were going to drive difficult child to the rehab center, but husband said no, he can go on his own. My mind instantly went into "let's figure this out" mode but I didn't say anything else, and husband later told me (after we had taken daughter in law to work) that difficult child is an adult and he needs to go on his own volition, and that we would drive him if he asks to go, but not if it's our idea only. I agree, of course, and husband has got the detachment thing working better than I do. I have been sharing the ideas I get from these forums with him. difficult child went to work as usual this morning. husband and I already discussed some boundary issues as in we're still going to make sure they move in the spring as planned, regardless of what condition difficult child is in. daughter in law says she doesn't want to rent an apartment with him if he's still getting high, but I told husband that she'll need to move in with one of her siblings or her dad if need be. Our daughter is moving back with us for the summer break and I'm not having her camping out in our living room again. husband and I also agreed that difficult child can't drive our vehicle anymore since he used it when he bought the drugs. Supposedly he parked a few blocks away and walked, but I don't think drug dealers would have too much trouble figuring that out if they wanted to. daughter in law told us that difficult child ratted out his dealer when he got arrested before, so they're probably not too happy with him in that part of town. I'm not really freaking out about any of this, but it's just sad and pathetic to me. I've talked to all his siblings and we're all shaking our heads at the situation. daughter in law said that he gets nervous when things are going too well for him and he self-destructs. It just seems so pointless and selfish to me. And the ironic thing is, difficult child is probably one of the nicest, most pleasant, and fun people I know. When he was milling around the house yesterday and the day before (nervously), he took out the trash three times, cleaned the kitchen, and played with his kids. When we were out looking at lights last night, he was his usual nice self with everyone. It's like he has two personalities somehow.