Families & Friends Of Addicts Support Group
Addiction affects more than just the individual. This community is dedicated to the families and friends of individuals suffering from any form of addiction. Mental health professionals are increasingly considering alcoholism and addiction as diseases that flourish in and are enabled by family systems. Family members react to the addicted person with particular behavioral...
Every few weeks I find a little orange balloon in my son's pocket or his room and I'm trying to figure out what it means.
I read somewhere that balloons could indicate nitrous oxide inhalants. I also heard that it could be used to deliver heroin.
On the other hand, I found a small bag of similar yellow balloons in his car the other day along with silly string, bottlecaps and other "toy" type items, so there's at least some possibility that it was innocent.
My husband asked Trevor about the balloons in his car and he said they used them for water balloon fights. There's no chance that this is true because these are way too small.
Now this morning I found a little orange balloon in his pocket after he went to someone's 18th birthday party. We turned it inside out and there appears to be some sort of white residue on the inside.
I don't want to assume this is heroin, but I'm not sure of the other possibilities. Any ideas?
I read somewhere that balloons could indicate nitrous oxide inhalants. I also heard that it could be used to deliver heroin.
On the other hand, I found a small bag of similar yellow balloons in his car the other day along with silly string, bottlecaps and other "toy" type items, so there's at least some possibility that it was innocent.
My husband asked Trevor about the balloons in his car and he said they used them for water balloon fights. There's no chance that this is true because these are way too small.
Now this morning I found a little orange balloon in his pocket after he went to someone's 18th birthday party. We turned it inside out and there appears to be some sort of white residue on the inside.
I don't want to assume this is heroin, but I'm not sure of the other possibilities. Any ideas?
Given that this is your child. drug testing is one solution that will ease your mind. You can have the test perform at a nearby client, or buy an over the counter drug test. Even if the test is positive, you son may still deny any drug usage and blame the test for inadequacies.
Hugs to you.
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I also found a cut up straw on my kitchen floor and three more in the car, with a mirror. So, it's clear he was using something.
IF you love me let me fall all by myself. Don't try to spread a net out
to catch me, don't throw a pillow under my ass to cushion the pain so
I don't have to feel it, don't stand in the place I am going to land so
that you can break the fall, (allowing yourself to get hurt instead of
me)
Let me fall as far down as my addiction is going to take me, let me
walk the valley alone all by myself, let me reach the bottom of the
pit....trust that there is a bottom there somewhere even if you can't see
it. The sooner you stop saving me from myself, stop rescuing me,
trying to fix my broken-ness, trying to understand me to a fault,
enabling me.....The sooner you allow me to feel the loss and
consequences, the burden of my addiction on my shoulders and not
yours....the sooner I will arrive....and on time....just right where I need
to be...me, alone all by myself in the rubble of the lifestyle I lead...resist
the urge to pull me out because that will only put me back at square
one.
If I am allowed to stay at the bottom and live there for awhile, I am
free to get sick of it on my own, free to begin to want out, free to look
for a way out, and free to plan how I will climb back up to the top. In
the beginning as I start to climb out....I just might slide back down, but
don't worry I might have to hit bottom a couple more times before I
make it out safe and sound.
Don't you see?? Don't you know?? You can't do this for me...I have to
do it for myself, but if you are always breaking the fall how am I ever
supposed to feel the pain that is part of the driving force to want to
get well. It is my burden to carry, not yours.
I know you love me and that you mean well and a lot of what you do
is because you don't know what to do and you act from your heart and
from knowledge of what is best for me....but if you truly love me, let
me go my own way, make my own choices be they bad or good.
Don't clip my wings before I can learn to fly....nudge me out of your
safety net....trust the process and pray for me.....that one day I will not
only fly, but maybe even soar.
I hope this helps.
Julie