Grandparents Raising Children Support Group
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Until my husband and I got married, my life was boring in a very good way. I hung out with friends, traveled, worked and spent lots of time with family. The biggest drama in my life was a 3am phone call that someone close to us had passed away.
Then Pinky started drugging at 14. Since then we've been introduced to the world of truant officers, police, courts, rehabs, social workers, and all kinds of underworld activities that I'd only read about.
My friends have no idea what "this life" is like. Sometimes I feel soiled by it. Then I try to remember that I have a perspective on the world that most people do not.
When they talk on-so-loftily about how we should pass out clean needles and 25-cent crack pipes (yes, they're doing that in Canada), I am horrified. When I see a baby given back to his or her druggie "mother" I am horrified. We all have an understanding of these issues that most of the world does not, and cannot.
But what frosts me is when I share my perspective, I can tell that many people think I'm cold-hearted and lacking in compassion. These people still live in their safe, secure bubble, where it's easy for them to pontificate on what should be done. "Legalize drugs!" they say, as if that will solve the problem. If legalization were the solution, then why don't all of us go out and buy pipes, needles and pills and give them to the bios? It's the same thing.
Sometimes I still long for my old life, but then I think "I could be one of those smug people, who are about to unleash all sorts of drama and hell on our entire society." That's when I'm glad that I know what's really going on.
YIKES!
NOTHING since.
Our eldest asked if she could be dead, and we reassured her that we would know.
I'm sure Pinky's busy doing something. And as long as she isn't bothering us, I'm happy.