“How can I get him to stop?”
They’re at the end. They’re worn down. They can no longer support his (or her) drug habit. They’re emotionally wrung out watching their kid waste away. Slipping him money for a fix, a drink. Listening to the lies (or maybe truths) about drug dealers who are going to murder them if they don’t get paid. Watching their once innocent daughters get quietly dropped off by strange men in the morning darkness. Wondering if the midnight call is from jail. Or the hospital. Or the morgue
They ask for the magic pill. What to do? How can I stop the madness?
So I offer them what they crave. The pill that's come to us after years of research in the real life laboratory of addiction. The pill that’s now available to everyone.
It's pain. And it doesn’t cost money. But it’s not free, because one must find the courage to let their child - or whoever - suffer. Pay the consequences. Hurt. Parents must accept the pain of seeing their child sick. Angry at them. Maybe hating them.
Because nothing changes us addicts like pain. Going to jail. Living on the street. Shunned by everyone. Feeling nauseated to our core because we know what we need to do, but can’t find the balls to do it.
Let your child suffer. You may save his life. Kind of like when you spanked him when he ran into the street.
