The Baby Photos
Sometimes discussing the emotions that are associated with having an Addict in the family helps me. These emotions seem weird if left internalized and I wonder if others feel the same way as parents of addicts.
We look back at our child’s pictures when they were infants, young toddlers, early grade school, well before the addiction entered their lives and we ponder. We look and say “What the hell happened? How did that cute young boy, dressed in the nicest clothes, end up being a heroin addict?” Hopefully we grasp the Three C’s of Al Anon and learn that we truly did not contribute to the start of our child’s addiction. However the feelings parents or loved one’s of addicts have are unique to this family disease. We can not control the occurrence of these common emotions, only how we deal with them.
When my son was actively using I would mournfully look at his old baby pictures. His mom had him dressed so wonderfully;cute bow times and Osh’Kosh B’Gosh were the fashion choices of the time. His outfits screamed “I am loved!” The pictures of him playing soccer, little league, basketball are mixed in. How could a child that was so loved opt to strap his arm off with a leather belt and jam a needle into his vein. The image haunted me until I began my own recovery.
We hear from other parents that if we had only kept our child in sports or other activities such a fate would not have occurred. However these pictures of little league and youth basketball say otherwise. The fact that many all star athletes are now addicted to pain medicines put the exclamation point on this argument.
My emotions are also stirred when I see small groups of young children playing in a playground or youth event. I wonder not “IF” but “WHICH” child will fall victim to a lifestyle I would not wish upon my darkest of enemies. It is a sad realism that runs throughout my thought process. The young 20something parents have no idea of the addiction freight train that is roaring down upon one or two of the children in that group.
I would figure that most people that read this “ADDICTION JOURNAL” are already soldiers in the war. I sincerely hope this blog helps alert a few parents and others to the fact that, those kids in the baby pictures are good kids with a disease. They were raised properly in good homes all across the USA. Wake up and take a look at Wall Street and the companies like Purdue Pharma who have marketed the poisons that have ripped the souls from our youth basketball stars and cheerleaders.
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8-31-12 Hey ole girlfriend- if thats you I did not know about your first born leaving us at the age of 23-That would have been about 15 yrs ago.A very nice poem you wrote I love you sandy
All I can say is WOWZA… this is dead on. My son was a popular, handsome, beautiful spirited person before this all. The downward spiral started when he was injured playing sports. He still has a sweet spirit though, very kind of loving to me. Which makes it harder sometimes. I had taken his pictures down a couple of months ago because it would break my heart. But I found that when I look at them I got used to seeing how he WAS and what he COULD BE AGAIN. I now carry a picture of him when he was 8 years old and look at it every chance I get. Makes it easier instead of harder.. I too look at children and think the same thing. Or a newborn and say (in my head) Good Luck with THAT… But we all soldier on don't we?
I need to have you meet my sister. She's dealing with the same shit.
I need to have you meet my sister. She's dealing with the same shit.
Anytime…
My love and prayers to you, Ca! Swing by, GF, anytime….<3
Thanks Di…
Wow, we walk the path together. I too, have sat and looked at the little pictures of the "Osh Kosh" smiling kid and wonder WHY. How on earth did we wind up here? My son played football, soccer, the drums in the band, and was very much in to art and drawing. He won first place in a state contest and was a perfect happy straight A child. If it can happen to "us" it can happen to anyone. When I look at new parents and babies I too wonder which one. It is a sad world. Education is the key to change. At least I think it is a place to start. Together we all can make a difference in the war of drugs and addiction. Love your posts and thank you so much for sharing. It is nice to know I am not alone!
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I just recently put a picture of my son on my nightstand, he was in the fourth grade, he is holding his trumpet in his hand and I am standing next to him with my arm around him. My son is also a heroin addict who started with oxys, etc. He has been clean since June of this year. He still struggles with drinking alcohol on the weekends. It is so true what you said I look at that picture and wonder how in God’s name we got from there to where we are today.