I am a parent of a synthetic addict. I don’t know if you will post this but here is my story.
My son, Kyle, was smoking pot about two years ago. My husband and I came down hard on that. Kyle got a girlfriend and was off pot – but then he found synthetic pot.
Kyle started not answering texts and phone calls. Would be gone all night. His dad worked all night and I work days, so I would be up trying to reach him then go to work all day. When Kyle would come home all he would do is sleep. He lied to us every time he opened his mouth, money would go missing out of my purse, I was so tired all the time that I lied to myself and thought I spent it.
Finally one Sunday morning, I got a call from a bail bondsman saying Kyle had been arrested. But he wasn’t arrested for “fake” he was arrested for underage drinking. So we bailed him out.
He was sentenced the next week to probation, 1 year. Not a week after court, Kyle told us he was selling his guitar to buy his girlfriend a Christmas present.
My phone rang and it was the police. Another lie. I was told that Kyle picked up a buddy then got into a fender bender and arrested for the synthetic pot in the truck.
So we explored getting him into treatment. We did an assessment and we’re told that Kyle didn’t really fit the bill for inpatient treatment.
So we got him into outpatient.
One evening, I get a voicemail from Kyle saying he needs to come home. I called his counselor who told me that Kyle was having episodes of extreme agitation, outbursts and suicidal ramblings. They called the mental health facility who sent someone out.
So Kyle got calmed down and talked to the lady and because of support at home she let him come home. On the way home Kyle explained what made him so hopeless. His girlfriend got put on probation and now they could have no contact for 6 months.
So we got home, and I had the first of many sleepless nights. My anxiety levels kept spiking, raising my blood pressure. So I went to the dr and got put on meds and kept going. The lies and explanations and thievery continued.
Kyle would steal things that he didn’t think we would notice missing right away. I had a Gameboy 3ds. He stole a game at a time, when the games were gone he took the whole nintendo. Pawned for synthetic. Stole from his younger brother, from his dad. Funny enough his stuff never disappeared.
All of a sudden, weeks after his accident, our small town newspaper ran the story of his accident on the front page of the newspaper. He said he was getting harassed at school and was dropping out. He was already 18, we tried to talk him out of it. There was no reasoning with him, so halfway through his senior year he withdrew from high school.
Now he had too much time on his hands. We tried to fill it with chores. Got him into hiset classes to get his diploma. He still had treatment 4 out of 5 days a week. We thought we were suceeding.
But he is a con man. He “graduated” treatment and took his hiset test, then broke our trust again. That was when the violence in our home began.
My husband, Kyles dad, found him passed out in bed, synthetic pot still out. Beat the tar out of him. I heard this second hand as I was at work at the time.
Kyle vowed “never again” and worked to earn trust back. He was going to probation, mowing lawn, said he was applying for jobs.
HE WAS LYING!! Which we found out when he got a simple possession and probation violation. Got busted with a 55 year old man, sitting at a boat dock when he was supposed to be at probation taking a drug test. Then because they only charged him, didn’t arrest him Kyle went to a buddy’s house. Texted me from his buddy’s phone saying his was completely dead and stayed gone.
Monday morning I left for work, anxiety high. Yelling like a Dickenson at everyone. Kyle came home and told his dad about the charge, which then led to probation violation for missed visit. Another beating. Took the keys to the truck, turns out the police took his cell phone so we had complete control we thought. Another raising of my anxiety levels. Went to dr and changed meds, went on with life.
So now we get to this week. Kyle had his daddy’s car to go to court. Wasn’t home when his dad had to go to work. His dad took the truck to work and kyle got home. He said his cas was postponed til sept. No matter what I asked the answer was “I don’t know”.
The next morning I had $100 go missing out of my purse. I started yelling about it, had to go to work. His dad got home and went to look in his car and found the aftermath of a party. Synthetic pot had dropped all over the seats. Tobacco had dropped everywhere. In the backseat was a t shirt covered in puke. The last beating. Kyle waited for his dad to fall asleep. Cleaned out the car, took my $100, his guitar, a duffel of clothes and walked off.
I had to tell his dad about the $100 and we yelled then cried. All night. It doesn’t stop. I fall asleep when exhaustion overtook me.
My husband went to work at 2:30 in the morning, just a short shift. I overslept. Woke up almost 3 hours late. Rushed to get dressed. My husband rushed home worried he couldn’t get ahold of me. I was still crying. I had to get to work. Got to work.
Fell apart on my boss’s boss, got to my work floor and had a massive breakdown.
I can’t stop the thoughts of what this drug is doing to him. I don’t know where he is. We look but he is gone. The police are looking for him because of missed court date.
I am hoping this is rock bottom.
This drug destroys everyone in comes in contact with. I dream of his death over and over again, can’t tell my husband about the dreams. We are on a wait and see. On edge.
Where we go we have to leave in God’s hands – and the wait is awful!
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