My son was an amazing kid with a bright future.
His senior year of high school, I noticed drastic changes in his attitude and behavior.
After picking up his progress report, I realized he was about to flunk his senior year. He had missed excessive amounts of school & his grades had dropped.
I had been wondering if he was using drugs, because he had mood swings, his hands would shake when he ate and he basically got to the point where he didn’t care about anything.
He would sit in his bed and just be sitting. He had become restless. Even the family dog began to act strange around my son.
My gut instinct began to fear my own child.
He was screaming at me in the local mall and didn’t want to go around me.
He was broke and looked nasty. He had come to the mall to beg a friend for money.
The story gets worse.
He became suicidal and wound up in three different hospitals. He had over drafted his bank account by over 6 hundred dollars, and he still wanted to use spice.
It took him a week to detox and then he wasn’t completely the same.
Luckily, he will graduate high school but it took me as his mom going crazy.
I went to everyone I knew who gave him drugs and told their parents. And I went to the law and to the stores that sold the crap.
I went to the school and talked to anyone who would listen.
I made it impossible for him to have a hookup, and then I treated him like a 8 year old.
He had no phone or transportation and no money.
I put him in therapy and monitored his every move.
It was exhausting!
He has told me that the high isn’t even a good high. It is ALWAYS bad scary trips. Each time you use spice, it takes you to the edge of death.
Thank God my son is alive.