Addiction Rehabilitation

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Back in the 1980s I met a man in a jeans store. He was a friend of the owner who was in tern somewhat of a friend of mine, or at least, as a regular visitor to the store, I had talked to the owner many times so he felt like a friend of sorts. This day I talked to both of them for some time.

A few days later, I met Doug again, this time in one of the bars I frequented at the time. Although I wasn't a drinker, I liked going to the bars to be with other people, listen to music (especially live bands) and dance the night away. Doug, as it turned out, knew other people I did, and was a musician and a floor layer. We started getting to know each other and started dating, then he left town. Some time later he came back and we started seeing each other again. This kind of thing went on for about two years. He'd work in Calgary or Vancouver areas then come back to visit his mother and often work around here for awhile, then off he'd go again. I didn't know then that he was living a life of addiction. Doug was a heroin addict.

He was living at the coast, New Westminster or Burnaby, I don't remember now, when we decided to live together. He told me he was an addict, and was on the Methadone Program to get off the heroin. Okay, he's working on getting better... and I love him, so I didn't hold it against him. Who knows, maybe is some way I even might have thought a good, loving relationship would help him. It turned out that, though he was taking doctor prescribed methadone, he was getting no counseling or any kind of help to change his life. In the process of moving down there to be with him, there was a day when he traded some methadone (or "juice" as he called it) for some heroin and was going to inject himself right in front of me. There was no way I'd watch that, so I grabbed my dog and we took off for a long walk. That should have been my wake-up call, but it wasn't, and he promised me he'd never do that again. If he ever did, he hid it from me.

The relationship lasted for about 22 months, then I ended it. I loved him still, but I could no longer live with this angry, abusive man. I stayed friends with his mother who has since passed away, and am still friendly with his younger brother. Apparently Doug quit "trying" and went full fledged back into his addiction.

If you or someone you know has a problem with addiction, it's time to get some help.

At 1800nodrugs.com, a drug & alcohol rehabilitation referral service, they believe the best prevention and catalyst to recovery from addiction is education. They understand addiction and can help you get the tools and information you need to help you or your loved one's recovery from addition. They have a great website, full of information on what addiction is and how they can help the addict.


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