He could have contacted teen challenge. They would have taken him. He refused.
My son would not do Teen Challenge, either. I have heard wonderful things about that program over the years, and nothing bad.
Your son is still so young, pasa.
Maybe, this will be one of the last times. Certainly, you are seeing his actions differently. That is a beginning. My son did not change. But on Probation with mandatory testing, he did stop using.
Then he changed.
And that is proof positive that it has been drug use that did this to him, and to us, all along.
How awful.
It was that I knew what I would do if the opportunity presented itself, along with everything I'd learned here, that I began to be able to save myself.
We all have suffered so.
It has to do with the look in the eyes.
I was at Book Club last night. The children's eyes were so clear, the mother and her children so openly affectionate.
We have lost so much, you guys.
It isn't just the bad things that did happen. The worst cut is the good, good things that did not happen.
While grieving and planning for my hubs services, Rain has appeared at the house and "shopped" our shed.
I am so sorry Rain came to your home and left again without seeing you, New Leaf. How hurtful a thing that is.
There is her mother.
Rain chooses a night raid; chooses a camping stove, and leaves without seeing her mother. Both things, the mother and the camping stove, sources of heat; sources of energy and comfort. But oh, so different in the nature of comfort represented.
That decision will haunt Rain I think, as the years pass.
That is a heartbreaking story, New Leaf. I feel badly for Rain, too.
A terrible story.
Can you not set some kind of harmless booby traps up in the garage? Like dinner forks on a string that will rattle if she breaks in again? Or maybe, Christmas bells or some other noisy thing.
Or, you could have a flashlight rigged up somehow. With a recording of a dog barking and a police siren.
I just hate it that Rain came and went and you did not get to see her.
Maybe there is something like this for sale on the internet. If not, we could make a fortune devising a bright light/barking dog/siren alarm, you guys.
We could call it "Bug Zapper".
I don't know why. But that is what I would call it.
Hubs used to watch that zombie show "The Walking Dead". I hated it, and I don't use that word lightly. It reminded me of the many "chronics" I see on the streets and ultimately, of my daughter, body snatched by meth.
Body snatched.
Yes.
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pasa, I was thinking about Teen Challenge, again. When my son was in his twenties, we talked with Teen Challenge, just learning what was there to be learned. It comforted me to think I'd found somewhere I trusted. We were so ready with the things we believed would help. Because we were, the guilt balance or the power balance or the strength balance shifted.
We had words to say pasa. I think that is what it was.
That was the time D H took over. When son refused to consider it. And D H was like, all over me about what son was doing and went all mano a mano. That is why we have all those funny stories about broccoli and chicken today, which were not funny at the time and squeeze my heart even now.
Anyway, by researching Teen Challenge, we could be strong enough to withstand what was happening to our son. We knew what the answer was. Exactly what the answer was, and that helped us.
I was still destroyed by it a little bit.
Cedar