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I am addicted to oxycotton, I have been to rehab once, and I was back using a few weeks after I got out. It has been 2 years since rehab and my addiction has grown worse. Now I do ice, cocain, herion, extacy, etc and I’m shooting up all the time. The only thing I think about & look foward to everyday is shooting up oxycotton. I do not know anyone else but drug addicts so when I try to quit or get away I become lonely,bored, and over welmed by life and relapse. I have tried suboxone, specialised out patient treatment, drug tharapy and a.a meetings. I’m a good, young, smart, & attractive man; I believe in God and I want to live a good life. I have everything going for me but the drugs are holding me back & slowly killing me. Nothing seems to work I dunno what else to do. I want to quit, I’m sick and tired of the pain and suffering if I cant quite this time I know I will die.

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I am addicted to oxycotton, I have been to rehab once, and I was back using a few weeks after I got out. It has been 2 years since rehab and my addiction has grown worse. Now I do ice, cocain, herion, extacy, etc and I’m shooting up all the time. The only thing I think about & look foward to everyday is shooting up oxycotton. I do not know anyone else but drug addicts so when I try to quit or get away I become lonely,bored, and over welmed by life and relapse. I have tried suboxone, specialised out patient treatment, drug tharapy and a.a meetings. I’m a good, young, smart, & attractive man; I believe in God and I want to live a good life. I have everything going for me but the drugs are holding me back & slowly killing me. Nothing seems to work I dunno what else to do. I want to quit, I’m sick and tired of the pain and suffering if I cant quite this time I know I will die.

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I am addicted to oxycotton, I have been to rehab once, and I was back using a few weeks after I got out. It has been 2 years since rehab and my addiction has grown worse. Now I do ice, cocain, herion, extacy, etc and I’m shooting up all the time. The only thing I think about & look foward to everyday is shooting up oxycotton. I do not know anyone else but drug addicts so when I try to quit or get away I become lonely,bored, and over welmed by life and relapse. I have tried suboxone, specialised out patient treatment, drug tharapy and a.a meetings. I’m a good, young, smart, & attractive man; I believe in God and I want to live a good life. I have everything going for me but the drugs are holding me back & slowly killing me. Nothing seems to work I dunno what else to do. I want to quit, I’m sick and tired of the pain and suffering if I cant quite this time I know I will die.

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I’m always worrying that one thing I do will lead to losing my parents or to hurting them (I literally live in paranoia of this). I was raised to be a good liar and to lie to everyone (not intentionally, but I just knew that being unhappy was selfish and since I was depressed as a child I knew to become a faker). I guess that paved the way for the day when an eating disorder would take over my life, because I knew that I could hide my food the way I do my true emotions and that I could just lie about eating. It’s been years since that all took hold in my life and I thought I was spared from hurting my family and that my eating disorder was somehow content to ruin everything except for my family. I’m realizing now though that I was wrong. I’ve tried getting rid of my eating disorder, but it’s so much a part of me (even my thoughts unrelated to food are tainted by it). Now I see that what I thought was rock bottom was probably more of a middle period. I can’t seem to stop it, but in being unable to stop it I have to hurt my parents. They push food on me so often and I just want to say no. I’m scared though that they’ll never forgive me. I don’t blame my dad for his alcoholic outbursts or when he throws things when he’s mad, but while my parents can accept alcoholism or the illegal activities of my sibling (which he got in trouble for with the police already, so I don’t mean anything against them) my eating disorder would be the ultimate disappointment (I’m the one who they rely on, the one who never disobeys, the one who is still there loving them after they take their anger out on me, etc., and something as simple as saying no to food would earn me their hatred).

I just wish I could know that one day it would all be worth it and that maybe one day they’d understand and realize that it’s not an attack upon them and that I turned to my eating disorder because at first it helped me to keep on showing them how happy I was when they couldn’t help me when I asked them just once to do so.

Do you think some parents just can’t understand? Sometimes I read these articles or see eating disorder movies and ultimately the parents just want their child back, but that’s probably because parents who don’t understand don’t make for a story of love and support (I adore my parents, I just mean that they don’t udnerstand eating disorders- my mom would applaud me if she knew how long I can go without food and my dad would take it as a personal offense against the recipes he himself likes).

Thank you.

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Hi. I’m eighteen years old and still live with my parents. I go out at least once a week and take home applications to try to get a job. I’ve been trying for almost two years now, and I’ve had no luck. I’ve been told many times how bad the economy is, so it’ll be hard for me to get one, but anyway.

I still live with my parents, and every single day my mother gets drunk. Sometimes she’ll start drinking before it’s even noon. She drinks a lot, and no matter how many drinks she’s had she always claims she isn’t drunk. Whenever my dad and I confront her about this, she screams and yells and tells us she hates us etc.

This has been going on for years. Whenever she starts drinking, she gets mean and vicious. There are times when I won’t even be in the same room as her and she’ll start yelling at me, telling me I’m lazy and fat and that I’m a loser (and to be fair, yeah, I don’t have a job, but I have a 3.4 GPA in college and I’m majoring in nursing, I can’t say I’m a loser. She didn’t even go to college.) and how much she hates me. Then she and my dad will get into a fight, and once he leaves (either to go to work or because he’s had enough of her) she screams at me saying I always ‘stick up for him’ even when I’m not involved in the conversation. She then tells me how I treat her like sh*t because I’m not there to stick up for her in a fight and that I’m useless etc.

When she’s drunk she’ll do mean and rude things and she doesn’t care when I confront her about it. She’ll tell me it’s my fault for her alcoholism and when I ask her why, she can’t give me an answer. She usually replies with “I don’t want to talk to you anymore” or “I can’t stand you” etc. and then won’t let me get a word in.

I can’t explain all the things she does when she’s drunk but she’s insufferable. She’s mean and cruel to me and my dad, and she’ll yell and scare my dogs to badly that they hide under tables and stuff. I don’t understand what made her this way, but I can’t take it anymore.

The problem is, I don’t have the money (no job) to move out or get a dorm, and I don’t know if what she’s doing constitutes as illegal and/or abusive because she’s not physically hitting me or anything.

But I really need help, and I need out of this. I’ve tried taking her to family counseling before, which ended badly. We (my dad, her, and myself) were trying to work things out when my mom just got up and left. I feel helpless and I don’t know what to do. Please help.
Please don’t tell me to try to talk to her because my dad and I have been trying for years and she doesn’t care at all, she always blames us for it (and can never explain why).
My dad has tried to divorce her but she… for a lack of better terms, won’t let him. As well, almost all our family lives in a different state.
I need this question answered: Is what she’s doing illegal?

Can she get arrested for it?

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I am very confused with this case. My very own mother, who is a drug addict and has many mental health issues such as Bipolar Disorder, Manic Depression, Schizophrenia with Psychotic Episodes as well as does the man that she married 2 years ago that she met in a Psychiatric Hospital and only knew for 3 weeks before she married him, took custody of my girls from me. My ex husband stabbed me 4 times in the face and neck 2 days after Christmas and left me for dead. Luckily I survived. I took my girls and went to live with my mom because I had no where else to go and she told me she was going to help me. I was having a very hard time sleeping at night because of the nightmares and I was having panic attacks. My mom started giving me xanax to help me sleep and stay calm. Out of nowhere, my mom went to the DHS and made up a bunch of lies and told them I was all strung out on drugs which was not true. I asked for a drug test and they refused to give me one. When we went to court, the judge would not even let me speak the first word or defend myself. I didn’t have an attorney. I had no clue that she had made up so many horrible lies on me and all the while she was on drugs herself. My mom was issued temporary emergency custody of my girls. I was ordered to do a drug program. I had a full time job and I asked if I could do outpatient and I was told no. When I finally got the court order 6 months later, it said impatient was preferred not ordered. So I couldn’t complete an impatient program because I had a home, a car, and I still financially supported my girls. The company I worked for went out of business in May and I immediately began a new job. That job ended in September and I immediately began another job. When I went back to court in October, my mother gave custody to my ex husbands great grandmother and great aunt. They ordered me to have no contact with my girls and I dint understand why. In court, they jumped my case saying I should have done outpatient and I tried to explain to the judge that I called and asked my caseworker and she told me that it was unacceptable. Its a messed up court system. I wasn’t even allowed to speak in court. I tried to speak one time and I was told that if I spoke again I would be held in contempt of court. So all I could do was remain quiet while my so called mother sat right beside me and lied on me. The judge told me I had to quit my job and the only thing I was to do now was go to rehab. Well, I quit my job. I am on a waiting list to get into a rehab that I found that would take me without insurance. I have at least 4 more weeks left on the waiting list. I go to court in March and I know his family is going to fight me for full custody. I dint know what to do. I am by far not a bad mom. I have never so much as spanked my kids ever. I have taken care of them by myself while being in a very abusive relationship with their father. I ha vent spoken to or seen my girls in 2 months today and Im about to lose my mind. My girls love their Mommy and they cry to be with me. They carried them out of the courtroom crying that they want their Mommy and they love their Mommy and she is not a bad person. Its killing me to know that they want me so bad and I cant do anything about it. No one has even explained to my babies why Im not there. They have no clue what is going on. Its so unfair!!!!!! I don’t understand how this could happen when they had no evidence against me. All they had was my moms word and she is legally crazy!! I cant afford an attorney now because the judge ordered me to quit my job till I go to rehab. I need an attorney to represent me in court in March or I could possibly lose custody of my girls for good and for no reason at all. Can anyone help me with this situation?? All I want is my babies back so we can go back to being a family like we were before my husband tried to kill me. I love my babies with all of my heart and would never put them in harms way and they will tell you that themselves. What do I do before I do lose my mind??

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23 Years of marriage, 10 years of alcoholism for me with three years of sobriety. We are separated now but talk alot and are intimate when we can be. Many, many mistakes along the way including 2 affairs, but I keep getting called home or to come spend the weekends with her. There is alot of love from me and seems to be alot of love for me in her hidden behind alot of hurt and anger. When we’re together it is very passionate, more so than ever, when we are apart she’s undecided about us and leaves me to believe it’s over but then tells me she loves me. I keep asking her if I am a fill in for sex until someone else come’s along and her answer’s change with her mood. How do I get into her heart and mend it? I’m afraid sooner or later I will hear about someone else and our circle of hurt will just continue.

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Im a 15 year old girl.
Okay so im having trouble at home with my parents. About years back i started noticing that they were fighting a lot. More than the normal parents would. I would see my dad hit my mom, not too hard, but it still scared me. One time i finally got in his face about it, starting yelling at him, and he hit me. Ever since then they have been more secretive about the fighting. My dad tells me things like “your a fu**ing mess ” and “what the hell are you doing here ” when im just around home. My mom had tried to talk to him but he doesn’t stop. She feels really bad for me, and i don’t like to see her hurting. She tries talking to me but i don’t really like talking to her. I do the average teen screw ups..ive smoked weed once last summer, never since, nor will i. I drink occasionally, but i never get hammered drunk, and i do it in the right places. Eventually i started cutting myself, and after that i started becoming what i guess you could call “emo”. I wear a lot more eyeliner, dyed my hair black, started dressing that way, and started hanging out with the same kind of people…I started not caring when people call me a cunt or a bitch or a slut (which im not, i just have enemies like everyone else) I started getting a lot more secretive. I didn’t gossip much, i don’t talk to my parents; when they hug me i just stand there, and when they say i love you, i never say it back. I tried killing myself once, i wont give details, but someone saved me. I felt so selfish and guilty. My parents don’t know about that. Nor will they ever. I haven’t had any thought about doing it again, and that over a year ago that happend. I only have ever had three people who knew about the cutting. They were the best secret keepers i knew, and have kept all my secrets. My mom started thinking i was depressed, and signed me up with some counselling, which didnt go well. I walked out after 20 mins, and ran away for the day. I run away occasionaly, but only for the day now. Most ever is three days.
One day my mom walked into my room while i was changing and saw some of the cuts. She called a help center, they checked me into children’s hospital in some rehab program. All i got was my guitar and a lap top. No pens, pencils, forks, not even plastic knifes were allowed in the room i was in. I had to go to counselling while i was there, but i didnt talk much. I walked out on the first two. I just sat there and looked at the ceiling while they poked and proded, trying to get me to talk. I hated it so much there i could have hanged myself with my guitar strap (not really, i just hated it a lot). i got out and my parents were nice for all of three days. I stopped cutting for about 5 days, then i started again. Because then I controlled who hurt me. I cut less often though. I haven’t for about 5 weeks now. I’ve stopped. Im not depressed or anything, im actually really happy. Just not around my parents. But about 3 days ago, i was cutting an apple. My mom was sitting at the island reading, kinda watching me with the knife though, as always. I just started looking at the knife, thinking about cutting. But i knew better and dropped the knife, which accidentally landed on my foot and i got two stitches…accident, I swear. But my mom didnt let me go to school the next day, i had to go see my doctor who gave me sleep medicine cause im not sleeping, or apparently i say stuff, and am restless in my sleep. I dont take them, i just hold them under my tongue untill my mom leaves, then spit the pill out. I sleep fine, and im not depressed. im not in denial either !! Now i have to go see a psychaiatrist, an teen metalist, and more counsellors, which won’t go over well. I don’t talk to people, i have two great friend i talk to, no adults. There’s about 4 adults that i can stand, parents aren’t any of them. Im not depressed though, i just hate my home life. I wish my parents would just ignore me. It doesn’t help to talk. I tried talking to my mom once, and she tried fixing everything. I told her not to and she got all paranoid about my life, and started questioning my life, asking about my friends and about my school life. home and school are two seperates, never to mix. Im leaving after graduation. I just can’t stand it. I want to leave. I want to get away. I need to, or im going to crack.
And im not cutting for attention. I know it’s a problem, and ive stopped.
Im sorry it’s so long.
I survived on the money i have,
My parents havent divorced, they were going to, and i just wish they would. It’d be easier.
No brothers or sisters, just me.
Thanks for the help; ive read the bible, doesn’t really help me that much.
I feel like such a screw up :(
I have no family near by either, just my boyfriend, hes the only one i feel safe with.

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I am addicted to oxycotton, I have been to rehab once, and I was back using a few weeks after I got out. It has been 2 years since rehab and my addiction has grown worse. Now I do ice, cocain, herion, extacy, etc and I’m shooting up all the time. The only thing I think about & look foward to everyday is shooting up oxycotton. I do not know anyone else but drug addicts so when I try to quit or get away I become lonely,bored, and over welmed by life and relapse. I have tried suboxone, specialised out patient treatment, drug tharapy and a.a meetings. I’m a good, young, smart, & attractive man; I believe in God and I want to live a good life. I have everything going for me but the drugs are holding me back & slowly killing me. Nothing seems to work I dunno what else to do. I want to quit, I’m sick and tired of the pain and suffering if I cant quite this time I know I will die.

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Ever since i was little i was really shy, and had the worst social anxiety,which was even worse because i always hungout with “the popular” kids. I was around 15 when i drank my first couple beers, and it gave me so much confidence, and i could finally talk to people. Now im 20 and things are getting so out of control. I use to just wait for the weekends because i knew i would be able to drink, then I started haning out with kids alot older than me so i would have friends to by me alcohol. Then one day i had a presentation at school and needed to drink before, or there was no way i would do it, so i actually made myself a fake a id and went to a store where they barley spoke english figuring they wouldnt realize how extremely fake the ID looked. And they didnt. Its been 3 years since then, back then i would wait till the weekends to drink, then i started drinking whenever i wasnt to hungover to drink, and now its to the point where 15 beers or almost a half gallon of captain morgan wont even get me drunk. Being shy isint the problem anymore, but now that im finished school and on break from college i drink when i get bored, which im always bored. I need something to do or some help! it has gotten to the point where i cant even get ready and hangout with anyone without a few beers. I refuse to go to rehab, is there anything else that can help me?!

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