Oxycontin Addiction

Hello, I am 27 year old single mom. I have had my share of parting times and I have tried a lot of different drugs. I have been smoking pot since  I was a teenager and tried almost everything put in front of me. I could start off telling my story of how I was before this addicition; however we all know how we were before the addiction. We were all doing better before the addiction. Every addict has things that were lost and things that fell apart. We all end in the same place; depending on a drug. We all wanted help but didnt really know where or why or how to get the help. We all get involved with addiction without knowing it. I was prescribed these pain medication and never realized I had become physically addicted to it till I couldnt fill my perscriptioni one day & suffered from withdraws. I was so oblivious to my own addiction I went to the hospital when I felt the withdraw pain. I heard of crack heads suffering withdraws but I was prescribed this medicine. I was prescribed 7 pills a day but I only took around 3 so I figured I was in control. I didnt have a problem. I dont need to tell you what happens next because I am sure you all know. I will sum it up.

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Cliff, the man being interviewed, gives a poignant account of how his addiction to Oxycontin had actually began with a prescription for Tylenol 3 that he had received after an injury. Sadly, this is how many addicts begin their terrible journey. His story is typical of how someone can begin taking a drug for medical reasons, but wind up taking a harder drug.

Cliff’s story actually began back before there was a database created which helps prevent prescription fraud, so he simply went from one doctor to another getting the desired drug. There are so many people who did that very same thing. Like Cliff, since the database, they now just go back to their own doctor and complain of pain stating they need something stronger. The video shows just how easy it really was, and is, not only to develop an Oxycontin addiction, but how easy it is to feed it.

Oxycontin has been called “Hillbilly Heroin”, and for a very good reason; it costs much less, but still ruins lives. It is easily available to those who learn to manipulate their doctor into giving them medication they don’t actually need. Oxycontin and Oxycodone addicts did not intend to destroy their lives. Most were given a prescription for pain for a valid injury or surgery, but ended up with an addiction. There are so many people who have been helped by Narconon began their addiction quite innocently. Cliff is just one of them.

His story illustrates just how easy it is to go from a normal, happy person to a desperate addict. Rehab has been a life-saver for many of these individuals. Narconon is a rehab center which incorporates natural healing for those with Oxy addictions, including Oxycontin and Oxycodone. They do not substitute drugs, but use comprehensive methods in order to treat the whole person; physically, mentally and spiritually. Individuals, such as Cliff, have learned from Narconon how to put Oxy addiction behind them and lead a better life, free from drugs.

Oxycontin addiction can happen to anyone. There is no age boundary, nor income limitations. It is an addiction that begins so innocently for many. There are many groups and individuals beginning to hold doctors accountable for their leniency in prescribing pain medications. Still, there are far too many being given out. Cliff bravely told his story so Narconon could reach out to help others with similar addictions.

My husband and I have been married for twenty-one years now. But the last three years have not been very easy for us. It has been a long struggle. The children have required a great deal of reassurance.

It all started on a Wednesday in January, three years ago. He had been out chopping firewood for the evening fire. Little did he know that the axe had been tampered with.  As he raised the axe to strike the stump, the blade left the handle and went spinning down and crashed his femur.

At the hospital, they put him under a sedative, but the pain was evident on his face. The doctors gave him an oxycontin prescription. He was in the hospital for a month. When he was discharged, he took the prescription home.

At home, he slowly became depressed. He could no longer go to work. He was now confined to a wheelchair. The only times he would seem a little happier was after taking the oxycontin prescription and then he would slowly slide back to depression after the medication’s effects wore off. He began taking a larger dose of the tablets so that the effects could last longer. Each day he took more and more, gradually replacing meals with those tablets.

Money started being a problem, yet he couldn’t do without the expensive medicine. He became lean with each passing day. Talking to him was no good, as he did not listen. When his parents tried to talk to him, he simply nodded in agreement then went back to the drugs as soon as they were out of sight.

Soon after, he started complaining of a backache. We were back to the hospital. Tests showed that he had severe spinal injuries due to abuse of oxycontin. He had to spend another two months hooked to machines. Friends and relatives contributed towards paying the bill, but that was not enough. The health insurance denied liability, claiming that the injury was self-inflicted. Problems piled up as friends gradually became tired of contributing.

The hospital could no longer house him so he was discharged. He took the new medication that was prescribed to reverse the effects of oxycontin. Day by day he regained health even started talking again. He admitted that he had been aware of the effect oxycontin was giving him, but he couldn’t stop using it. He is ready to get help and I am happy to have a second chance to get my family back together again.

Scott is 19. He lives at home with his parents in Kaimuki neighborhood in Honolulu, one of Hawaii’s older areas. Last week his grandmother passed away and, although his family and friends, particularly one of his closest friends Daniel, have been doing their best to help him through this tough time he is feeling very strange, something which feels a little like loneliness, although he can’t quite tell.

Scott, like many Hawaiins, is an avid surfer and has always felt at home in the sea, finding peace in its endlessness and a sense of mothering comfort in its perpetual ebbing. To him then seas constant lapping is a loving caress, but lately he hasn’t been surfing much.

Scott is, unwittingly, the classic candidate for drug addiction. Unknown to him, his grandmothers’ death has left a vast gash into the fabric of his emotions and, as many of us do, he is avoiding the pain, saying to the caring people around him that he “expected it” and that “she has gone to a better place.” He even refused to miss more than two days of college, knowing that a large portion of the money used to pay for his studies came from his late grandmother.

At school yesterday, a new friend invited Scott to come to his house over the weekend, to relax and get away. Scott jumped at this opportunity to have some time to himself without needing to bat away seemingly empty condolences from all and sundry. The new friend Jake had invited Daniel as well and privately told him Scotts old friends that he knew a sure way to help him through this.

Saturday afternoon and the boys arrive at Jakes home. Jakes father, a lawyer with a good reputation, is out of town for the weekend and Jake is looking after the house. “Come play Call of Duty,” says Jake, and the two old friends follow him to the TV room. Scott finds the games violent nature a lot more satisfying than he normally would, and gets very competitive, winning almost each battle.

Jake disappears whilst Scott and Daniel go head to head. His voice drifts through the TV room’s doorway from somewhere deeper in the house. “Want anything to eat guys?” “Yes,” the boy’s call back in unison, eyes fixed intently on the screen in front of them. Daniel is starting to catch up.

Jake returns with a sleek metal tray of food and drink and when the boys sit down to eat, he turns to Daniel. “Tell him Dan.” Daniel looks at Scott, puts his hand on his shoulder and says “Scott, I’ve known you for ages. I know when you’re upset and you’re definitely a lot more upset about your grandmothers death than you’ve been showing everyone.”

Scott’s smile vanishes so fast it’s hard to believe it was ever there. He’d forgotten totally about his gran, just for that hour, but now, like a heavy winter duvet, the weight of the facts falls back down.

“And so,” continues Daniel, “Jake and I have managed to get you something to help.” Jake places 2 golden-yellow, circular tablets on the food tray. They stand out sharply against the silvery tray.

“Take these,” urges Jake. “They’re designed to help people deal with pain.”

I had it all.  Sure, some people just say that but I am not kidding.  I literally had it all.  I was the proud mom of three gorgeous kids.  I had raised them for six years as a single parent following the father’s death in a car accident.  So when my own car accident happened, I did everything to keep my children from worrying.  They were having flashbacks to losing their father.

I was in the hospital for four days, thankful that none of the kids were in the car with me that evening as I ran to the store and was hit by a drunk driver.  I smiled as I looked into their eyes, filled with worry and fear.  I promised them I would get better.  Before leaving the hospital, the doctor gave me an oxycontin prescription.  I was grateful as I was still experiencing a lot of pain.

The pain seemed to be worse when I got out of the hospital as I no longer had the IV administered drugs.  I began doubling, then tripling my dosage on my own.  The more I took?  The more I needed.  Without realizing it, I was hooked.

Okay, yes, I did realize it.  The oxycontin, though, made me feel good, made me forget the pain of not only the accident but the last six years without my husband.  The kids were teenagers and busy with their lives and it was easy to keep it a secret for a while.

One night they were all out and I was going stir crazy pacing back and forth needing a fix.  Suddenly I knew what to do.  I drove out to the east side of town where the dope dealers and prostitutes hung out.  I needed some oxycontin and if someone knew where to get it, then it was them.

I quickly assured the prostitute walking that particular corner that I was not a cop, I simply needed some oxycontin.  She took out her cell and made a call.  She gave me directions to a hole in the wall bar just down the street.  When I got there, a guy standing outside told me to follow him to the alley.  I did and there were two other guys back there.  They told me they wanted to have a little fun first.  I saw the bag with the oxycontin pills and I wavered, then I gave in.  Was it rape?  Some might say so.  I only know that I did what I would never have comprehended doing for a bunch of pills that night.  On top of that, after being used by all three?  I still had to pay money for the pills.

The next day, I looked at my beautiful daughters.  I knew I could never do that again.  I got online, found a treatment program near me, and as soon as the girls were out the door to school, I placed a call.  “Hi, I’m a single mom with three teenage daughters and I am hooked on oxycontin.  Can you help me before I ruin all of our lives?”