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This story is really only intented for parents of young drug-using adolescents. I am 17 and I began using drugs at 14. It  started out just with pot. I was perfectly happy. I was getting good grades, had a lot of good friends, (they didn't smoke) and I was a pretty good person in general. But when my parents caught me with marijuana for the first time, they went completely berserk. They institutionalized me for a couple months. I was returned home when I wasn't making any "progress". From that point on, my parents hated me. I just thought that I had irrational parents and continued to smoke marijuana. Over the course of 2 years, my parents sent me to live with my grandparents in another state, placed me in military school and put me in a rehab program. With all of those having no impact on me and my decisions, my parents then began to threaten calling the police on me. That's when I began to lose my sanity.  I began to not care what my parents did or thought of me, and started using other drugs such as spice, acid (LSD), shrooms, high-level painkillers (xanax, hydros, oxycodons, mollys), ecstacy and I even began to drink heavily. I am now an addict. I'm not addicted to any one drug, but addicted to being high in general. I am now completely detatched from my parents and speak with them maybe once every 3 days. I fail most of my classes now and all but a few of my friends have deserted me. Parents, don't cruely punish your children for drug use. Don't yell at them, talk them down or give them a slap on the wrist and walk away pissed off. Talk to them about it, be curious, and try to understand why they feel the need for drug use. That's what I wish my parents did. And if they did, there's no doubt in my mind that I wouldn't have began using more intense drugs. I'm not saying that you should allow them to do drugs, because you shouldn't, but treat your child like your child, not like a diseased animal. Please take my story into consideration while dealing with your children.

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    Carol

    February 20, 2013 at 3:37 AM

    Let me give the parents point of view…..I am the one who has stayed up all night chasing you all over town I am the one who has pulled you out of garbage dumpsters, I am the one who has stood in front of the judge and pleaded for another chance. i am the one who has lost thier job, racked up attorney fees, hospital bills. I am the one who has travelled hundreds of miles to participate in family counseling, to participate in visitation at rehabs, diversion programs and jails. I am the one who knows the name of EVERY sherriffs deputy in town, I am the one who knows your drug dealers, where all the crack houses are, where the the pawn shops are, where the shelters are that serve food, give away clothes and give out tents for you to live in. You think it's about you? It's about me too! Through all the pain, resentment and hurt feelings I am the one who loves you!

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