Living with It, Addicted to It, Losses from It
First off, I’d like to introduce you to our victims of drug abuse. Anonymous One suffers from living with an addict; Anonymous Two suffers from drug addiction. And Anonymous Three lost her father from a drug overdose.
I interviewed Anonymous One; I asked a few questions about living with her drug-addicted father, and how it affected her and their relationship. The first question I asked her was “When did you first realize he was on drugs?” Her response was “I think I always knew he was on drugs, but I think I first realized he had a problem on my 16th birthday. He was having a bad heroin trip and screamed at me for three hours straight… it ruined my birthday.” My next question was “When did he become open with his drug use?” She replied, “Well he was starting to draw attention because of his drug use, so he sat my sisters and me down and told us. But he said he didn’t have a problem. I believed him.” Then she was asked, “How has it affected your relationship?” Her reply, “Before it really hit me that he had a problem he was my best friend. I never hide anything from him we were very close.” the last question I asked her was, “If you could back and say something sooner would you? She replied with “I wouldn’t take the time out of my life to go say something. But if I would’ve known how bad it would’ve got I would’ve been nicer to my mom, not be so mad at her all the time for trying to keep me away from him and help. I could’ve or could say anything to him, and he’d never change unless he wanted too.” -Anonymous Three
I interviewed Anonymous Two about her drug addiction and how it started. Not many questions were asked. More information was found through listening. But to get the topic and conversation started, I asked, “How did you get your hands on the pills in the first place?” She answered with “Back in 7th grade my mom put me on Adderall; I hated it. It would make me feel like a zombie, and people in school would ask me if I took my pill that day because I’d be so zombie out.” She continued, “Only a few months later at age 13, I started taking it the second it wore off. I’d keep popping more and more. I didn’t know what “abusing medication was at the time.” The next question was, “When did you know you became addicted?” She replied with “Freshman year came; I was 14. It got to the point I’d take ten before I got on the bus and ten more at noon.” She continued, “With all the physical abuse, I didn’t know what happiness really felt like, but I knew I was happy when I was high. I would take it until I started stuttering and my heart would beat fast; then had several migraines.” She continued, “Sophomore year I was 15. I lost a lot of weight, a lot of hair. I’d stay awake for weeks and crash in school. Then I was doing any pill I could get. During the summer I’d run away for days snorting Adderall.” Her last statement, “This year I’m still fighting my addiction, I never thought it would be this hard, run-ins with cops, being arrested, getting kicked out of my house, being locked up, and put into several treatment programs. I do want to get better… just not yet. -Anonymous One
I interviewed Anonymous Three on the death of her father and how it all happened. My first question was “When did you first find out your dad was an addict, and what was he on?” Her reply was “I always knew he was on drugs. I had seen needles around the house and pipes laying around, but I didn’t know what they really were or what they were for. When I did find out, I knew he was on heroin.” I then asked, “How did it make you feel?” “It didn’t scare me or make me upset; I knew it was bad, but I wasn’t very educated on it. I thought my dad could handle anything.” Next question was “Did you see it coming?” She replied, “No, from what I know, he was clean at the time and relapsed in the bathroom at work. A co-worker found him lying on the ground next to a needle.” I then asked, “What was the worst part of it?” Her reply, “The worst part was not knowing everything that had taken place, his family and school. I was close with my dad but not his family. At school, the teachers were actually rude. They acted like it wasn’t a big deal and going to the funeral wasn’t even excused. I failed four credits and was put into treatment. Nothing was excused, the absences or the assignments. Majority of his family were rude as well. Every time they invited me over, they were only interested in rumors they had heard or things they had assumed. They didn’t know who my step-dad even was. They didn’t know a thing about me.” -Anonymous One