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Hes homeless, injured and theres a warrant for him
What am I suposed to do?? Let him suffer and maybe die?? Hes got a broken tooth and scratches all over him. He's insane - finding trinkets on the street that are magical to him - and he failed to appear in court Friday, and so there's a warrant for him. His mom saw him Sunday and said he's dirty, injured and behaving very oddly. He called me at 4am Sunday morning and said he was hitch hiking to Boulder, but he told his parents he had been in Denver since dawn. I am so worried about him, he is out of his mind. I'm sure hes drinking all the time - or as much as he can afford to. Its cold out, its dangerous living on the streets, and he needs help. I dont know what to do. I'm not prepared for the worst.
he thinks he can come home..
so A-exbf calls me from detox yesterday and says he is getting out on tuesday, but they haven't been able to place anyone into any programs or holdings because everything is full. He doesn't have insurance so he can't afford to pay for one. I asked him why he even called and he said he wanted to hear my voice cause he misses me. He said he was sorry (pretty much the same story I heard last time he was in detox) and I told him I have heard all that before. He said he was selfish and I agreed, especially since he was calling because HE wanted to hear my voice....I didn't want to hear his! I told him he was not allowed to come to my house, that I didn't trust him and I don't want him there and his response was that he would be living on the streets of Boston then...and my response was that it wasn't my problem anymore. I gave him his last chance about 2 months ago after detox and he continued to lie and use behind my back, not pay his child support for 3 weeks and got high instead and then ended up finding my checks and stealing from me again. I know he is going to show up at my door sometime on tuesday and beg to stay with me and threaten to kill himself or say he is going to be a junkie on the street because he has nothing left. I am praying I have the strength to say NO and stand my ground. His family has dis-owned him and I was his last resort last time, but not this time. I can't keep letting him back in, with him knowing that he can get away with it and then go to detox and keep coming back. I can't believe he though he could come home.
Feel like I was slapped in the face!
hi everyone!
well, this is my first post on here so here it goes.
The reason i found this is because i was looking for help. I have a father who is a on and off again alcoholic, and now i am pretty sure he is drinking all over again. I should mention my parents are divorced and his moods are totally the signs of an alcoholic! I also have a drug addicted brother who is now living on the streets doing heroine everyday. I have not spoken to him in about 2 months, and i honestly dont want to. he hurt me so bad, not to mention he stole 1000 dollars from me. he has hurt my mom so badly.
anyway the reason i need help right now is that I just started college and I met this really nice, cute guy. We were dating for about a month and then overnight, not kidding he changed. I knew he hung out with this girl on my floor, they were friends. He also had a lot going on with deaths, and problems like that. he talked to me about it all, and we talked like every single day, wayy more than once a day! anyway, he comes in after i didnt talk to him for a day with this girl who i thought was his "friend" and he totally ignores me and i can tell he is drunk, and this girl is totally wacked out, I know she is on drugs. He actually told me.
So, the next day i have a talk with him I am pissed. then he tells me he was a drug addict. WAIT A MINUTE! i know that with my background some crazy way i am addicted to addicts because i know that personality. so i feel like ugh..i cannot even explain it. I really liked this guy, and he said he was so so sorry he really liked me and he knows that he will either go one way (like back on drugs) or the other. I told him everything about my brother and I said that i cannot help him, he needs to do it himself and i will be his friend.
So, later that SAME DAY i see him wacked out with the girl and I am done now. Have not talked to him since, only thing is I see him everywhere. we go to a small school so he sees me too! i have everyone on my side but now he is with this girl who lives on my floor! it sucks. i still have feelings for him, why? I don't know. He is just getting worse I already see it, he is now smoking weed and God knows what else everyday with this girl. It is so sad to see this happen again and I already have enough with my dad and brother being addicts i don't need a boyfriend who is one too.
What should I do? Its really hard to talk with him, he knows how i feel and he knows he hurt me and "broke up" with me in the wrong way. I just need some insight on how to get over him!!! I am better that having a druggie who will only bring me down?
well, this is my first post on here so here it goes.
The reason i found this is because i was looking for help. I have a father who is a on and off again alcoholic, and now i am pretty sure he is drinking all over again. I should mention my parents are divorced and his moods are totally the signs of an alcoholic! I also have a drug addicted brother who is now living on the streets doing heroine everyday. I have not spoken to him in about 2 months, and i honestly dont want to. he hurt me so bad, not to mention he stole 1000 dollars from me. he has hurt my mom so badly.
anyway the reason i need help right now is that I just started college and I met this really nice, cute guy. We were dating for about a month and then overnight, not kidding he changed. I knew he hung out with this girl on my floor, they were friends. He also had a lot going on with deaths, and problems like that. he talked to me about it all, and we talked like every single day, wayy more than once a day! anyway, he comes in after i didnt talk to him for a day with this girl who i thought was his "friend" and he totally ignores me and i can tell he is drunk, and this girl is totally wacked out, I know she is on drugs. He actually told me.
So, the next day i have a talk with him I am pissed. then he tells me he was a drug addict. WAIT A MINUTE! i know that with my background some crazy way i am addicted to addicts because i know that personality. so i feel like ugh..i cannot even explain it. I really liked this guy, and he said he was so so sorry he really liked me and he knows that he will either go one way (like back on drugs) or the other. I told him everything about my brother and I said that i cannot help him, he needs to do it himself and i will be his friend.
So, later that SAME DAY i see him wacked out with the girl and I am done now. Have not talked to him since, only thing is I see him everywhere. we go to a small school so he sees me too! i have everyone on my side but now he is with this girl who lives on my floor! it sucks. i still have feelings for him, why? I don't know. He is just getting worse I already see it, he is now smoking weed and God knows what else everyday with this girl. It is so sad to see this happen again and I already have enough with my dad and brother being addicts i don't need a boyfriend who is one too.
What should I do? Its really hard to talk with him, he knows how i feel and he knows he hurt me and "broke up" with me in the wrong way. I just need some insight on how to get over him!!! I am better that having a druggie who will only bring me down?
mom of an addict
It has been about one month that my son has been in jail. he got arrested on a drug possesion charge and for the first time, I am not bailing him out. For the first few weeks I was relieved that he was safe and I knew where he was, because before his arrest he was living on the streets for months. He calls me every week and has some legal issues to work out before he can get into a long term facility as an alternative to incarceration. When I talked to him tonight I just got a horrible feeling that he was getting very impatient with the fact that he is still in jail and unable to manipulate his way out of trouble. Why am I feeling this way? Why dont I say to myself " he needs to be where he is and see what it is like to feel the consequences of his actions" Instead I am worried and sad and full of so many emotions I feel like I want to crawl up in a corner somewhere. What is wrong with me and why is this so painful .
My sister
I'm not sure where to post this as it is weighing heavy on my heart tonight. I am a recovering alcoholic. My baby sister is 46 years and a meth addict. She's been on some kind of drug since she was 12 years old. She's 46 now and homeless.
My brother, a recovering meth addict himself who has been clean and sober for almost 10 years called tonight. He's letting our sister sleep in a shed on the edge of his property as she has no where else to go. She's lived with him in the past but was bringing "scumbags" over to party so he asked her to leave.
As she has burned every bridge to family and friends she really is living on the streets. I haven't spoken to her in several years and that was at a funeral. She's very charming, intelligent and can be fun. But her need for drugs makes her steal anything and everything she can get her hands on.
Several years ago she was arrested and court-ordered to spend a year in the
Salvation Army Rehab. According to her, she got little addiction education but was made to work in the shop. She told me then she had no intention of getting clean and this was basically a "vacation" from drugs.
I realize there's nothing I can do for her but hold a positive thought that she would get sick and tired of that life.
Brother and I talked about getting her into some sort of rehab. I used to have a few connections and might be able to call in a few favors and wangle her a place in an inpatient facility at no cost. I offered her this in the past and she declined. So, I guess there's nothing more I can do.
If you all would be so kind to pray for her to have a moment of clarity, I would greatly appreciate it. I believe it's all that's left to do.
She had a long history of being enabled by our parents. And other addicts she hangs with.
It breaks my heart to know she's in such a bad way.
I do believe I have detached with love. But it still hurts. I think I have a degree of anger for being cheated out of relationship with her. And sadness that there's little I can do.
We have little family left. It's just me, our brother and another meth addicted sister. We have no idea where the other sister is.
Please think of us and if you are the praying sort, offer up for her.
Thank you.
Love,
Lenina
My brother, a recovering meth addict himself who has been clean and sober for almost 10 years called tonight. He's letting our sister sleep in a shed on the edge of his property as she has no where else to go. She's lived with him in the past but was bringing "scumbags" over to party so he asked her to leave.
As she has burned every bridge to family and friends she really is living on the streets. I haven't spoken to her in several years and that was at a funeral. She's very charming, intelligent and can be fun. But her need for drugs makes her steal anything and everything she can get her hands on.
Several years ago she was arrested and court-ordered to spend a year in the
Salvation Army Rehab. According to her, she got little addiction education but was made to work in the shop. She told me then she had no intention of getting clean and this was basically a "vacation" from drugs.
I realize there's nothing I can do for her but hold a positive thought that she would get sick and tired of that life.
Brother and I talked about getting her into some sort of rehab. I used to have a few connections and might be able to call in a few favors and wangle her a place in an inpatient facility at no cost. I offered her this in the past and she declined. So, I guess there's nothing more I can do.
If you all would be so kind to pray for her to have a moment of clarity, I would greatly appreciate it. I believe it's all that's left to do.
She had a long history of being enabled by our parents. And other addicts she hangs with.
It breaks my heart to know she's in such a bad way.
I do believe I have detached with love. But it still hurts. I think I have a degree of anger for being cheated out of relationship with her. And sadness that there's little I can do.
We have little family left. It's just me, our brother and another meth addicted sister. We have no idea where the other sister is.
Please think of us and if you are the praying sort, offer up for her.
Thank you.
Love,
Lenina
Working the steps: #3
Working the steps: #3
This is a little exercise I learned in my program of AA. Whenever I'm up against one of life's obstacles I re-word the steps to fit the obstacle. Then I work the steps just like I do for my addiction.
3- Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood him.
"... as we understood him"
I do _not_ understand my Higher Power. I've heard some people say in meets that if they could understand their HP, it would not be a power much higher than a drunk. I look at the world and there is _so_ much that does not make sense to me. The world is not happening the way I would have it happen, if I were the HP.
Then I have to remember that when all I was responsible for was my own life I did a spectacularly poor job of managing it. If I were in charge of the whole world it would be a catastrophe.
So instead of looking at the whole world, I look at just my own life. There are a long series of fortunate co-incidences that have saved my skin time and again. Starting with all the times I should have died at the hands of my abusive parents, all the times I should have died when living on the streets as a runaway, the times I should have died as a drunk living in a dumpster, and yes, the seven vists to the ICU I've had in the last 3 years.
I am living in Las Vegas, and this town is all about luck. If a guy were to walk into a grocery store, buy a lotery ticken and win a gazillion bucks that would be huge luck. If the same guy walks into the seam store the next week and wins _again_.... it's a little creepy. If the same guy keeps winning again, and again, and again.... there comes a point when I have to admit that the game is rigged.
I have had the most incredible run of "luck" in my life. Again, and again, and again. Every one of those trips to the ICU I get doctors shaking their heads at my being alive, never mind being able to get up, walk and after a few weeks go back to work. How is it that every time in my life I have been in need there has been somebody there to help me thru? Every time I come up against some challenge I hear words of wisdom in my meets, or a stranger takes me aside and shares _his_ similar experience?
What other explanation is there for my life? The game is rigged in my favor, there's just no way to deny it anymore. I don't know _why_ it's rigged, but I have no doubt that it.
"...our will and our lives over to the care... "
That little phrase covers _everything_ I had been messing up for years. Clearly, I had no control over my will and my life. Honestly, it would be hard to find anybody who could have messed it up even more. I still try to manage it; I get angry at the docs and decide to skip my meds. That works oh so well * lol *
Nobody could mess it more than what I have done, so turning it over to _anybody_ would have to be an improvement.
"Made a decision..."
No. For me it has not been a "decision". It has been an "admission". My life has _never_ been under my control. I just fantasized that it was. I am not the one who kept me alive thru all those hospital visits. I am not the one that got me sober, not the one who protected me from my insane family of origin. The HP has been running the show all along, I've just been too stubborn to admit it.
I have no decisions to make, I just have to quit being in denial.
Since I am not in control of my life, I can stop worrying about dying. That's like worrying about sunrise. It's going to happen anyway, might as well go and enjoy the stars in the night sky until the sun does come up. Worrying just keeps my head down and I never get to see the stars.
Last night my blood pressure was all over the place. There's a _great_ friday night meeting that I _love_ and I was just too sick to go. I got angry, I got resentful, I started to sulk, and generally made myself miserable. Then I remembered step 3, and realized that if I went to the meet _anyway_ I'd still have lousy blood pressure, and I'd be in pain the whole meeting long.
I let it go. I took some meds, got into bed and when my g/f came home from her meet we had a very nice chat. She tucked me into bed and I slept 10 hours. Today I feel much better, not all the way well but good enough. I am no longer obsessing about a meeting I missed, I am instead enjoying being alive. In fact, I may even go take a nap in a few.
Step 3 is what shows me the way to enjoy what I have, and to quit making myself miserable from obsessing on what I do _not_ have.
Mike :)
This is a little exercise I learned in my program of AA. Whenever I'm up against one of life's obstacles I re-word the steps to fit the obstacle. Then I work the steps just like I do for my addiction.
3- Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood him.
"... as we understood him"
I do _not_ understand my Higher Power. I've heard some people say in meets that if they could understand their HP, it would not be a power much higher than a drunk. I look at the world and there is _so_ much that does not make sense to me. The world is not happening the way I would have it happen, if I were the HP.
Then I have to remember that when all I was responsible for was my own life I did a spectacularly poor job of managing it. If I were in charge of the whole world it would be a catastrophe.
So instead of looking at the whole world, I look at just my own life. There are a long series of fortunate co-incidences that have saved my skin time and again. Starting with all the times I should have died at the hands of my abusive parents, all the times I should have died when living on the streets as a runaway, the times I should have died as a drunk living in a dumpster, and yes, the seven vists to the ICU I've had in the last 3 years.
I am living in Las Vegas, and this town is all about luck. If a guy were to walk into a grocery store, buy a lotery ticken and win a gazillion bucks that would be huge luck. If the same guy walks into the seam store the next week and wins _again_.... it's a little creepy. If the same guy keeps winning again, and again, and again.... there comes a point when I have to admit that the game is rigged.
I have had the most incredible run of "luck" in my life. Again, and again, and again. Every one of those trips to the ICU I get doctors shaking their heads at my being alive, never mind being able to get up, walk and after a few weeks go back to work. How is it that every time in my life I have been in need there has been somebody there to help me thru? Every time I come up against some challenge I hear words of wisdom in my meets, or a stranger takes me aside and shares _his_ similar experience?
What other explanation is there for my life? The game is rigged in my favor, there's just no way to deny it anymore. I don't know _why_ it's rigged, but I have no doubt that it.
"...our will and our lives over to the care... "
That little phrase covers _everything_ I had been messing up for years. Clearly, I had no control over my will and my life. Honestly, it would be hard to find anybody who could have messed it up even more. I still try to manage it; I get angry at the docs and decide to skip my meds. That works oh so well * lol *
Nobody could mess it more than what I have done, so turning it over to _anybody_ would have to be an improvement.
"Made a decision..."
No. For me it has not been a "decision". It has been an "admission". My life has _never_ been under my control. I just fantasized that it was. I am not the one who kept me alive thru all those hospital visits. I am not the one that got me sober, not the one who protected me from my insane family of origin. The HP has been running the show all along, I've just been too stubborn to admit it.
I have no decisions to make, I just have to quit being in denial.
Since I am not in control of my life, I can stop worrying about dying. That's like worrying about sunrise. It's going to happen anyway, might as well go and enjoy the stars in the night sky until the sun does come up. Worrying just keeps my head down and I never get to see the stars.
Last night my blood pressure was all over the place. There's a _great_ friday night meeting that I _love_ and I was just too sick to go. I got angry, I got resentful, I started to sulk, and generally made myself miserable. Then I remembered step 3, and realized that if I went to the meet _anyway_ I'd still have lousy blood pressure, and I'd be in pain the whole meeting long.
I let it go. I took some meds, got into bed and when my g/f came home from her meet we had a very nice chat. She tucked me into bed and I slept 10 hours. Today I feel much better, not all the way well but good enough. I am no longer obsessing about a meeting I missed, I am instead enjoying being alive. In fact, I may even go take a nap in a few.
Step 3 is what shows me the way to enjoy what I have, and to quit making myself miserable from obsessing on what I do _not_ have.
Mike :)
