Daniel’s Story. A Mother’s Painful Lessons Learned.


Painful Lessons

“Real Stories, Real People”
excerpted from revised edition (pg. 263) of

Why Don’t They Just Quit?
What families and friends need to know about addiction and recovery.

Never give up hope.
I’ve been inspired over and over by the testimonies
of those who have lived through the nightmare of addiction and managed
to regain control of their lives. When you find yourself discouraged
and ready to give up hope for someone you love, you may find
these accounts to be the inspiration you need.

This story comes to us from a woman I recently helped coach
through some very tough times. Little did I realize just
how tough. I like
to try to remember, “you never know just what someone might be going
through . . .”

Although it was difficult for her to revisit these experiences, she did
a superb job recounting the past and sharing her insights. But for the
grace of God and her wise but painful decisions about how to handle
Dan, she could so easily have had one more funeral to attend.

Daniel’s Story
A Mother’s Painful Lessons Learned

It is difficult to think back on the story of my son, Daniel, and his addiction.
It is hard to experience once again the pain of that time in my life. I
do so that I may remember more clearly the lessons I have learned and
perhaps help someone else who may be facing this destructive disease.

Although Daniel’s father and I divorced when Dan was seven, it was in Daniel’s
early middle school years when my family started on his painful
path of using. Perhaps Daniel’s use started because there was more friction
between his parents, or his best friend moved away in 6th grade, or that
in six months time Dan went from a little boy to looking like he was
eighteen years old. It really doesn’t matter how it began, the truth is Dan
used because he is an addict.

My relationship with my son was very strong and loving throughout
his young life,
so when there started to be some tension and fighting, it
seemed normal; it was important that he “break” from his strong ties
with his mom to search out his identification as a young man. I still think
that was a reasonable explanation initially but I held on to that explanation
long after I knew in my heart it was more than that.

My son was an athlete who excelled at all team sports. He had gone
through puberty early which gave him an advantage of size and coordination.
He was unassuming and coachable; his teams were successful
and his teammates looked up to him. For whatever reasons, he was attracted
to the wrong crowd. He said kids his age were boring and since
he looked older, he gravitated to older kids.

In eighth grade his behavior became erratic. He would get angry in
a split second over little things and he started punching walls and breaking
chairs. He got into some minor trouble at school and at the end of
his eighth grade summer, he and a friend stole a car. He went through
the diversion program and participated in a restorative justice program.
It seemed he really understood that he needed to change his ways.

Daniel’s first year of high school had many successes in academics
and sports.
Socially, he still had friends his age but once again, the older
crowd was becoming a big part of his life. Toward the end of his freshman
year something changed and he started shutting me out of his life
again. At the time I knew it was a red flag but could not convince his dad
or his counselor that he was using.

Sophomore year was difficult. Dan would not speak to me, he lived
full-time with his dad and was spiraling down. He was in therapy off
and on with someone who was highly respected in the community and
credible as an adolescent counselor. I kept insisting that I thought Daniel’s
behavior was indicative of substance abuse, but no one agreed.

In February, Dan came to my house after school drunk with marks
on his arms from hurting himself.
He said he wanted to die. I called
the police, Dan went to the ER and then was released to a psychiatric
hospital. When he was to be dismissed, he said he would not do any
outpatient care and his therapist recommended a wilderness program. I
knew I couldn’t watch him 24-7 and I knew that is what he needed. He
was there for two and a half months which gave me some hope and
some sleep, but the program did not emphasize the disease of addiction.
Dan had no 12-step skills, no understanding of his disease and the first
weekend home he went to a party and came home totally smashed.

I don’t remember specifics of junior year. It was a fog of sleepless
nights, days and nights of not knowing where he was or what he was
doing or who he was with. Daniel’s dad was still in denial and refused to
address the use issues.
Most high school kids drink and get in trouble,
right? “This is just normal high school stuff
� was the response I would
get from so many people. I knew it wasn’t; I knew Dan was one of those
people who could not drink alcohol. I heard rumors about the people he
was friends with and some of the criminal things they were doing. And
I was torn about what I should do. I consulted many different therapists
and was told there was nothing I could do. I called the police, I called
a parole officer whose son struggled with the same issues, I talked to
friends. It was the most frustrating, helpless, depressing time of my life.
I would wake in the middle of the night in panic. Was my son dead
somewhere? Was he lying passed out in the freezing cold? If I did something
now, would I save his life?
I would call his phone, not expecting him to pick up,
but believing that it might wake him and keep him from dying.
It was the most stressful and hopeless time of Daniel’s addiction for
me. He ended up in the psychiatric hospital in February. Again, I asked
the professionals if this could be a result of using and they said maybe,
but they were looking at mental illness diagnoses.

In the summer after his junior year, my family experienced a tragedy.
My oldest daughter’s husband was killed by an impaired driver.
It was devastating to the whole family and a turning point for Dan and
me. Dan, of course, stepped up his use. He started using hard drugs and
dropped out of school. For me, I had to turn my attention to my daughter
and granddaughter. It forced me to let go of Daniel’s use and abuse
issues and give them to him to figure out. I still prayed that he would
live and choose to live clean and sober
but I stopped trying to make it
. My response changed from “You have to stop doing this to
yourself or you will die” to “I pray that you choose to live life clean
and sober and let me know what I can do to help you.” I was consumed
with grief over the loss of my son-in-law and with the need to help my
daughter as a single parent. I had to prioritize my use of energy with a
full-time job, my twenty-seven year old widowed daughter, my fatherless
granddaughter, my fifteen year old daughter, and my using addict
son. I just didn’t have the energy to continue worrying about him the
same way I had been. I had to “let it go” and trust that he would figure
it out.

Dan expressed survivor guilt after his brother-in-law was killed,
thinking he was the one who messed up,
he was the one who caused
so much pain to the family and he was the one who deserved to die
. He
ended up in jail the summer after what should have been his graduation
from high school. He had stolen a car again and was writing checks on
his dad’s account. When he got out of jail he came to live with me amid
promises of not using and following the terms of his probation. After a few
months his use escalated to using heroin and he attended a 30
day treatment program in December. His sisters and I came to family
week to support him in his recovery. We wanted to show him we cared,
but we also were resentful that he was asking more of us. We hoped for
the best for him this time, but we still saw signs that he didn’t take full

Most importantly, during these family sessions I gained clarity about
what my boundaries needed to be and made a commitment to hold to
them. If I suspected that he was high, I
would not ask him to confirm or
deny it, I would ask him to leave. He could not live in my house if he
was using. And I learned to trust my intuition regarding whether he was
and I did not need someone else to agree with me. I had the confidence
to believe that I knew my son and his behavior well enough to know
when he was clean and when he was not. I also came to the realization
that there was nothing I could have done to keep my son-in-law from
being killed and there was nothing I could do to keep my son alive if he
was determined to die.

A few weeks after he “graduated” from rehab, he started using again.
I told him I loved him and he was not following the rules we established.
He needed to leave. When I came home from work I began to realize
that he had been coming in the house through different windows. He
had done this in the past just to get in, but this time was different. This
time, he was coming in to steal from me. He stole gold jewelry, tools,
and musical instruments. I went to pawn shops in town and was able to
track down some of the items and get the names of the young men who
had pawned them for Dan. With this information, I filed a police report.
Although it was difficult to do, I was certain that my son was begging
me to do something drastic. He was out of control and could not stop
I was going to help him by keeping my boundaries.

The next time I talked with Dan I gave him a choice.
He could admit himself into a detox unit and make a commitment to
staying clean and sober or I was going to file charges against him for theft.
He choose detox. He worked with his probation officer on some different living
situations after he detoxed, but one required a year commitment and one was
not an option because Dan was on probation. Joe coached me through
this trying time. I had read Joe’s book and knew I needed to be clear
about my boundaries and the consequences. When my son got out after
3 days of detoxing, once again, he got high. I told him to leave again.
Joe had told me to tell Dan not to come back until after he was clean for
90 days. I told Dan that. Dan left the house and I broke down in tears.

The next day I called one of the counselors at the detox and told
him that I kicked Dan out because he used. The counselor said good. I
needed that support. I called Joe and asked if I should file charges, like I
said I would. Joe reminded me that my son would not die of an overdose
in jail.
I needed that reminder. I needed the support of these recovery
experts in order to do what I needed to do.

The next morning I went into the garage to let out the dog before I
went to work. My son was sleeping there, huddled up next to the dog.
It was one of the most heartbreaking sights for me. How could it have
come to this? My once sweet, loving boy, now a heroin addict who is
living like a dog?
Again, I told him I loved him and the agreement we
had was that if he used I would file charges. I told him that I would file
charges after work. That afternoon I got a call from Daniel’s probation
officer who said Dan had come and asked her to do something for him.
He needed help. She called a Christian sober living home and Dan could
come and live there, but needed to make a one year commitment. Dan
agreed. I did not file charges that afternoon, but there is no doubt in my
mind I would have. And I think there was no doubt in Daniel’s mind that
day that I would have.

The relief I felt for the next few weeks was unbelievable. I woke up
in the morning after a full nigh’s sleep. I rested with the assurance that
my son was in a safe and healthy place. The surrender that began when
I turned my son’s addiction over to him ended with complete relief. I
couldn’t talk with him the first month he was there and I was glad of
that. I knew I could get hooked back in and I knew it would not be good
for any of us.

I went to see him after about four weeks and he looked better than he
had in the last year. My son looked like himself, talked to me with love
and gentleness and wanted to stay where he was and be clean.

That was over twelve months ago and our relationship continues to rebuild.
I learned well that he was not trustworthy and I’m not sure how
long it will take for me to believe what he says. I have always believed
in him and I still do. The lying, deceit, and stealing destroyed the foundation
of our relationship. That is a reality of the using addict’s life. I
imagine it will take as many years to rebuild my trust as he spent destroying
my trust.

When I look back, it’s hard to say if I did the right thing or not all
those years. I have come to believe that life is a process and
I can only
know what I know when I know it.
I am grateful that Dan is where he is
now and I relish each day of his sobriety. I pray that he chooses life each
day and not the death that comes with using. Recovery is a marathon and
he is in the first mile. I am clear that my role is to support and not enable,
to have clear boundaries and to love him. Everything else is up to him.

I am grateful today not for the pain of these last few years of my life
but for the lessons I have learned from dealing with that pain.
Those lessons
include learning to trust my intuition, learning to set and maintain
clear boundaries with love and kindness, learning acceptance for what
is, and trusting the judgment of people like Joe.

As of this posting, Dan remains clean and sober, working and living out-of-state with his father.

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5 thoughts on “Daniel’s Story. A Mother’s Painful Lessons Learned.

  1. debra

    i know what these mother’s went through i am going through the same with my son he is 22 now he started when he was 17 icant count the times he has been in the hospital and 30 or 60 day rehabs because he has no insurance he does not get to stay anywhere long enough to get the help he needs, he has been in jail 3 times homeless, and trying to make me feel guilty that i abandon him i had to leave the state it got so bad he was coming on my job high coming to my house in the middle of the nite. we were very close and i love him so much i dont know what to do. he is on probation right now. i just cry most of the time knowing he is killing hisself he takes xanax,mthadone klonopin. he has overdosed 3 times

  2. Joe

    Dear “still learning” Vikki,

    Sorry to hear about your son. I’m going to get right to the point and unfortunately I have to say a few things that you may not like.

    “my son is 46 years old” If not now then when? When do you stop allowing him to hold you hostage and run your life?

    “We sent him to a rehab for almost a year” I can only imagine what this must have cost…

    “he again was arrested for possession of drugs. He faces another prison sentence. When does it stop?” I’m not sure what you mean with this question. Do you mean when does this stop for you or for him? God only knows when it will stop for him but you can decide to end this drama in your own life anytime you choose.

    “Although, he does not live with us, he is allowed to eat, sleep over, do laundry and work around the house to make some money” Maybe you will want to reread this sentence, maybe think about having him pay rent??? Then he would ‘officially’ be living with you.

    “We have now told him, that when he is released from prison, we will not help him, unless he goes to AA meetings and obtains a sponsor. Will this be tough enough?” Tough enough…

    You may want to also try Al-Anon. Ask them some of these same questions and see what they say.


  3. vikki

    I too, am “still learning” how to detach from my son’s addiction. Although, my son is 46 years old, he still keeps making bad choices. He has been in prison twice for violating probation for possession of drugs. We sent him to a rehab for almost a year. Shortly afterwards, he enrolled in college. He got loans and grants and financial help from his family. Three months later, he again was arrested for possession of drugs. He faces another prison sentence. When does it stop? I realize now that nothing we say or do impresses him. Although, he does not live with us, he is allowed to eat, sleep over, do laundry and work around the house to make some money until he goes back to court. He is having to test once a week, while he awaits sentencing. I do not know where he goes or what he does, when he leaves our house. I try not to think about it. We have now told him, that when he is released from prison, we will not help him, unless he goes to AA meetings and obtains a sponser. Will this be tough enough? We will see… but, I am learning not to be responsible for him.

  4. Debbie

    I could have written this story. No one ever knows when they will be in this type of situation. I never thought my son would be an addict and I never knew I could be so strong. If anyone is going through this type of situation, get tough and get help…fast!

  5. Robin

    Thank you for sharing the story of you and your son. I facilitate a 12 step Christ centered recovery group as well as a family group for those dealing with addicts. I have seen many heartwrenching stories first hand. I am printing this for our family group to read to them to impart hope. So many family members are broken from years and years of betrayal from someone they have loved dearly. Not only do I see the heartbreak of the family member, but also the guilt and remorse of those who are trying to break free from their addiction. But the best thing I see is when the addict breaks free (with the help of Christ) and stays that way! It does happen. I’ve got 10 years clean!

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