This article, No One Brings You Dinner When Your Child is an Addict describes so well what it like caring for and loving an addict.  Since I written this I’ve also cared for a family member with cancer, and the difference in the amount of support I received was staggering.

Below is what I wrote about 18 months ago (we are still in the thick of it, currently another hospitalization, another diagnosis, but who’s counting)

what? no lasagna?

My son has a chronic illness, two actually. This summer and into the fall one became progressively worse. It affected every aspect of his life, school, friends, family and increasing aspects of mine and my daughters lives. I’d like to add that by this summer I’d already spent 3years with different professionals, put my son through hours (and hours) of testing, became an unpaid professional advocate of all things Graham.

After many attempts by various professionals and unsuccessful outpatient treatments it was decided to hospitalize Graham to gain control of his condition. He was in hospital for 34days. I drove the 50 minute drive there and back twice a week. I spent a lot of time in the car. Our whole family spent a weekend at the hospital and in a hotel for a family education weekend to prepare all of us for what our new home life would be like.

Graham’s condition runs in both families, mine especially. It killed my father, has hurt my brother, and I live with it daily. Genetically speaking having three kids was a bit like spinning the roulette wheel, I could look back now and think I was irresponsible knowing the odds were at least one would inherit this disease. At the time I didn’t think about it, and even with the knowledge I have now I would still want each of my kids, just the way they are.

People knew my son was in hospital, that I was going back and forth twice a week, that his father was out of the country for half of the admission. Early on I had someone invite me out for tea just to confirm that he was actually in hospital. That cup of tea was the last I heard from that ‘friend’. She had her gossip and didn’t need me for anything else. We’ve had pitying looks, forced smiles and people purposely not looking. I’ve seen the fear/relief that is wasn’t their child/family who was suffering. That fear kept many people distant. My daughters were particularly courageous, and faced this head on. We did have some actual friends who showed genuine concern, one even showed up with cookies and just listened, that gesture still brings tears to my eyes when I think about it.

My daughters became more self sufficient, and more than once had to step up into a parent like role. My ability to do my job decreased, and forget any social life. Yet during all these months no one ever showed up at our door with the standard pan of lasagna. We didn’t receive any cards, Graham only received cards and notes from us, one friend and my brother (my mother reluctantly sent a formally worded typed letter, after I asked several times).

In one way it was a relief not to be in charge of Graham’s care, but that came with guilt, and the knowledge it was only a temporary reprieve.

Graham came home mid December, horribly behind in school and 10days before final exams. He had 16 hours a week of outpatient treatment (add 4hours of driving time to that) he had to attend. His time was school, homework, treatment, sleep with room for nothing else. Catherine and Lizz were on their own 4 nights a week. Still no lasagna, no casseroles, baked goods or cards. I asked for help, and a few very kind people came to help with the driving a couple of times a week, help I truly appreciated.

Now, if Graham had cancer, or been in a terrible car accident people would have been lining up to help, our freezer would have been full of food, and I would have been able to openly grieve for the healthy son I had lost. There would have been gifts, prayers, cards, phone calls and support for my family.

Graham doesn’t have cancer, and he has not been in an accident. My son is an addict, and there are no cards, balloons or special stuffed animals for addicts. Despite the fact that addiction is recognized by the American Medical Association as a Disease. Despite the fact that Insurance companies and medical doctors all treat it as a DISEASEaddiction disorders carry a shame and stigma that they don’t deserve.

Six years ago when I got sober I did it in secret because I couldn’t deal with the overwhelming shame, failure and judgement. I had watched my father die from this disease. Still some friends found out, one of them refused to let me drive her child to my daughter’s birthday party. For the next few years I was ‘watched’. The only place I found compassion was with a group of my peers. People who had been through hell, and were supportive and compassionate because of it.

So now I watch people judge my son and I want to scream. I want to shake them until their prejudices fall out of them. I want to point to the number of people who have died, not from a moral failing, but from a deadly disease, but it’s no use. People are afraid, and it’s easier to to believe that if you breastfed, if you never spanked your child, if you read them the right books, had them in the right activities that your child would be safe (did all of those, thought that myself). That if you only applied a little will power that this sort of thing wouldn’t happen. It’s easier to be afraid and blame, to see addicts and alcoholics as ‘other’ people, people that lack will power, people that are weak, dirty, dangerous and not worthy of compassion.

I can’t talk about how afraid I am, how powerless to fix my son I am, so I smile, I nod and keep my chin up, and I write, I write pages and  pages, and the occasional blog.

13 thoughts on “No One Brings You Dinner When Your Child is an Addict

  1. glasshill Post author

    Thanks very much. I have other posts, addiction and mental illness turned out to be reoccuring themes in my writing. Not planned, but that’s how life goes sometimes.

  2. Heidi Dike Kingston, LCSW, C-CATODSW

    I am preparing to write an article on grief and loss related to overdose death and how, as a culture, we really need to support people and their need to grieve all those losses realted to substance use disorder. This is really helpful and I get it professionally and personally. Great read!

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  5. glasshill Post author

    thanks Polly. I’m happy for any and all good thoughts, circles and prayers. We’ll have that soup at camp one day maybe :-).

  6. glasshill Post author

    I’m so sorry. It’s just not fair, and I’m so very tired this sort of treatment. Yours isn’t the first story I’ve heard like this. It’s just wrong. We’ve all done everything we could. We didn’t cause it, we can’t control it and we can’t cure it. I hate that other families suffer with this, but at the same time am grateful for the empathy I receive from this community. God bless you and your family.

  7. Patti

    My son is an addict also. When he was resently in the ICU they didn’t even attempt to feed him because he was just an addict. I sat in his room and told everyone who entered his room that I love him and I wanted him to live.
    The other thing I hate is when people tell me it is something I’ve done wrong. Or why didn’t I get him help sooner. I’ve been fighting to get him the right help for many years.
    Thanks for your story.

  8. Dolores

    I so want to thank you for writing this. I am so with you on this.
    I Have a 26 yrs son and this has been years that we have been in the same place that your in and so share your pain. Life will never ever be the same, we worry ALL the time and We know we cant change a thing. We put it in Gods hands and pray that he (my son ) will stay strong. The funny thing is there are sooooo many young people that are Addict to Drugs and still people dont understand. Our Children come from a good home, good family ties They (Our children ) Have a Illness . Thanks again for sharing

  9. Polly Greathouse

    Damn, you are a good writer, Ruth! I appreciate you bringing me into the circle of your struggle. I am going to share this story with a friend who suffers a similar heartbreak with her son. My heart goes out to you — and if you lived a wee bit closer than you do, I’d love to bring you some squash soup 🙂 I’ll be putting Graham in our healing circle at Moon Group next Friday, and will be sending you and your family TONS of white healing light ongoing, envisioning Graham taking the strength and resolve of his mum to bend back the struggle into a healthier way of getting through his minutes and days, months and years.

  10. Patti Linn Muldoon

    Ruth, thank you for so eloquently voicing this, and sharing on such a personal ordeal. I try to employ the attitude that most people are doing the best they can with what they have available. I might have success with the ones who don’t think to bring lasagna. I utterly fail in applying that to the “cup of tea” lady. Graham is entirely lucky in one aspect – you are his mum. Love to you both (Catherine and Lizzie too) ~ Patti

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