I should introduce the family. Please know that all names have been changed to protect the innocent…and the guilty. Mostly, really, to protect my daughter. I’ll call her Catherine. She’s 15, beautiful, talented, smart and athletic. Oh — and angry. Very, very angry. I can’t blame her. But I don’t know how to help her right now. But that’s another post. We’re maintaining our anonymity for Cathy. So for the purpose of this Blog, here’s the family:
Danny is my oldest boy, age 19. He is the heroin addict and has nine days to go in residential rehab. He has always been very bright and a deep thinker. He loves philosphy and physics, skating, film and music. At least that’s who he was before. I guess we’ll find out who he will become.
Allen is 17 — the middle child. I think he’s addicted to heroin too — but I’m not sure. That might sound weird but it’s the truth and I’m not doing any good here unless I tell it like it is. We have him in drug counseling, and on an opium-based substitute drug right now. He does smoke pot sometimes. The counselor says, let’s deal with one drug at a time — we have our priorities here. I agree. Allen is athletic, smart, and has a great sense of humor. He can carry on a conversation with just about anyone. He dropped out of high school, where he was failing all classes, and enrolled in community college a year early — where he is doing excellent — even in a second-year college course. Isn’t that weird that he could fail out of high school and excel in college? Not so weird I guess. Anyway, he likes to skate, cook, write and hang out with his friends. He has a job interview in the morning. Hooray!
Cathy is 15. As far as I can tell she has not tried any drugs or alcohol. She’s seen her brothers, their friends, and some of her friends go down the tubes and I think she’ll stay clean. I hope so. She’s active in school, takes a full load of classes, and from what she says right now, can’t wait to move away to college to live her life away from “this mess.” She writes songs, sings, plays sports and spends just a bit of time on the computer and cell phone. Girl talk of course.
I’m Kay. I’m 50. I’m their mom. I just now noticed that I introduce my children according to their involvement with heroin. Appropriate for this writing, I suppose. But in my head, right now, that is my reference point. I don’t like that. Anyway, I work with nonprofit organizations. I do no drugs, unless caffeine counts — or an occasional glass of wine. I’m single, but I am in a steady relationship right now with a man I’ll call Bob. I am a Christian woman, but not “religious.” If that comment makes sense to you, then you know where I’m coming from. It’s not about man-made rules — but a relationship with God. I like to write, play music, visit with friends, go camping and do Bible study. I live far from most of my immediate family and I miss them, especially now.
My kids’ dad is Mike. He is very involved in all of this, so I don’t want to leave him out. We are divorced — have been for almost a decade. But we have worked very hard to parent our children together as much as we could. Including now.
So now you know who we are. Wish I could post photos but I can’t. Use your imagination…