March 2007

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I wanted to share this article with you. It’s among the best written and most comprehensive I’ve ever read. During my first battle with crystal meth addiction I lived in Long Beach, CA. Even then, back in ’92, Long Beach had a bigger crystal meth problem than anywhere I had ever been, ever heard of. I was strung out and serving on the board of directors of the Center, Long Beach’s GLBT community organization. We had all kinds of programs for all kinds of things. But we didn’t offer any kind of recovery support. We didn’t address the growing problem crystal meth was bringing to our community. I am disappointed to learn that the Center still hasn’t taken a leadership role in promoting physical, mental and spiritual health in a community that is dying all around them. It seems one still look to the LAGLCSC for that. Anyway, this article, from the Long Beach Press-Telegram is definately a call to action for a troubled community. If your community hasn’t yet faced the growing epidemic you’ll get a good look at what you’re in for and why recovery and recovery resources are so important. Kudos to the Press-Telegram for an outstanding job.

The Meth Menace

By Jenny Marder
Staff writer

LONG BEACH — Scott pushes a plastic bag of crystal methamphetamine across the wooden coffee table in his East Long Beach apartment.

“We call this a teenager,” he says.

The bag contains a sixteenth of an ounce, the crystals inside sparkling like rock candy.

But the drug is anything but sweet.

Crystal meth has tainted 20 of his 43 years. Already HIV-positive, Scott says he may have infected others by having sex while high on meth. The drug supercharges his sex drive, but warps his judgment. He rarely uses condoms when he’s high.

“There’s this fatalistic approach, and all common sense is thrown out the window,” said Scott, who asked that only his middle name be used.

Health experts here and nationwide attribute the deadly combination of methamphetamine and unsafe sex to a spike in new HIV cases among gay men.

Meth use, which has intensified over the past five years and replaced cocaine as the most popular illegal stimulant in Long Beach, and the nation, is widely abused among heterosexuals, too, but the high-risk sexual behavior it triggers among gay men has presented a new front in the war on AIDS.

From interviews with doctors, researchers, counselors and health providers, the Press-Telegram has found:

♦ More than half of HIV patients at Long Beach’s two main treatment centers use meth.♦ Men high on the drug are four times more likely to have unprotected sex.

♦ The number of gay men in Los Angeles who use crystal meth tripled from 2001 to 2004.

♦ Syphilis, hepatitis C and other STDs are increasing among meth users.

♦ HIV-positive methamphetamine users are less likely to take their medication properly, increasing the chance that the virus will mutate and become resistant.

♦ Drug treatment designed specifically for gays and lesbians is absent in Long Beach.

“It’s intense,” says Dr. Rebecca Kuhn, an internist and HIV specialist at St. Mary Medical Center’s Comprehensive AIDS Resource Education Program and Clinic, or CARE. “I would honestly and assuredly say meth has really been the foundation here for increases in HIV.”

Crystal meth lowers inhibition and boosts libido, a coupling that fosters high-risk sexual behavior, reducing the likelihood of condom use and increasing the risk of HIV infection.

In short, men who say they would normally never have unsafe sex are smoking, snorting or injecting meth and having unprotected sex with multiple partners.

An estimated 60 percent of HIV-infected patients at St. Mary Medical Center’s CARE program and 70 percent at the Long Beach Department of Health and Human Services use the powerful stimulant, health experts say.

Health care providers face many obstacles. Funding is scarce. AIDS awareness is often on the back burner.

Some say health officials in charge of treatment and prevention haven’t collaborated enough to form solutions.

A terrifying toll

There are about 80,000 gay men and women in Long Beach, according to the Gay and Lesbian Center of Greater Long Beach. The drug is part of the scene, but most steer clear.

“We have a disproportionate share of gays and lesbians living in Long Beach, and that’s because it’s a wonderful place for gays to live,” says Andrew Signey, assistant director of the St. Mary CARE program. “And 90 percent are leading healthy, productive lives in this city just like everyone else who lives here.”

The meth epidemic isn’t isolated to gay men. Meth abuse is common among heterosexuals, too. Girls use it to diet, teenagers to party, students to study, workers to stay awake.

Among straight people, however, meth hasn’t been linked to sizable outbreaks of HIV and other STDs.

“Heterosexual sex that happens (on meth) is high-intensity, but it’s not happening in bathhouses, in the contexts of a sexual culture,” says Steven Shoptaw, a UCLA researcher and psychologist, who has studied the drug extensively.

Cathy Reback, director of the prevention division of the Van Ness Recovery House in Los Angeles, has teamed with Shoptaw on some of the most comprehensive research performed on methamphetamine abuse among gay men.

“The reason it’s so intensified with gay men is there’s a culture of sexuality with gay men,” Reback says. “There’s a ready-made gay community and a whole culture centered around sex.”

Signey estimates that as many as 10 percent of the city’s gay men use crystal meth.

Brian Alexander, who has lived in Long Beach for six years and is familiar with the gay party scene around Broadway in Belmont Heights and Bluff Heights, says that’s an understatement.

“You can’t swing a dead cat around there and not hit about 10 people who are either selling or using,” he says.

A recent report by Reback and Shoptaw shows that as the use of crystal meth increases, so does the risk of being infected with HIV. Participants in the study, all Los Angeles County residents, were divided into four groups: recreational users; chronic users, or “weekend warriors”; those in outpatient treatment; and those who have checked in for residential care.

The study shows 25 percent of recreational users and 40 percent of chronic users were infected with HIV. The number was 60 percent for the group who checked into outpatient treatment. And by the time people entered residential care for crystal meth abuse, 86 percent were HIV-positive.

“The more involved gay men are with meth, the more likely they are to be HIV-positive,” Shoptaw says.

Unchained esteem

The primary attraction to the drug for many is obvious: sex.

“What happens is the sex that (users) have is so heightened that the sex they have off it is not good anymore,” Kuhn says. “And the only way to have that sex again is with crystal meth.”

Todd Stevens, an HIV education specialist, leads a support group run out of the Redgate Memorial Recovery Center in downtown Long Beach for recovering crystal meth addicts.

Stevens says there’s something rooted in the gay male identity that compounds the drug’s psychological pull. Addiction is just a byproduct of the root of the problem.

“A vast majority of our lives, we were marginalized, not accepted and didn’t accept ourselves,” he says. “It’s a way of letting go of all that.”

Many gay men spent some time in the closet, he continued, which contributes to depression, self-loathing and low self-esteem.

“Crystal really takes that away,” he says. “It allows them to be free of bonds.”

Stevens estimates that 80 percent of men he treats suffered physical, mental or sexual abuse as children, or had family members that used drugs.

“It’s hard to see past that when you don’t know any better,” he says.

Scott, who relapsed about a year ago after five years of sobriety, can attest to that. At first, the drug made him feel a confidence and ease for which he had always longed.

“I felt like I was God,” Scott says. “All the things that were wrong with me weren’t wrong anymore.”

The drug taps into the sort of feelings of sexual freedom and cultural belonging that many gay men have been seeking for decades, ideas that have embodied the gay civil rights movement, Shoptaw says.

“The kind of sex that happens gets tangled up with gay culture … gay liberation, all the stuff that gay men have been working hard to pull together for 30 years,” he says.

Clouding judgment

Mark, who spoke on condition that his last name be withheld, says that scars from the ’80s, when AIDS swept through his peer group, are still reminders of the casualties of that era.

“In 1984, it was like a light went out in the world…,” the 44-year-old real estate portfolio manager says. “It was 10 or 11 years of just total darkness, and all of this self-loathing and feeling like somehow, this was a universal punishment on people with gender-specific sexual orientation.”

With the advent of protease inhibitors, the cocktail of drugs that slow AIDS infection, the panic surrounding AIDS has been somewhat quelled.

“The way that pharmaceutical companies have marketed the medication in the gay media gives the impression that the virus isn’t that bad,” Signey says, referring to ads of healthy, athletic men. “In the meantime, it has made it seem like something you can take a pill for, but this is not something that a pill makes disappear. The life these people lead while on medications is really difficult. These are not easy drugs to tolerate.”

Plus, they require 95 percent adherence, something that doctors say is almost impossible when using crystal meth. Missing pills can cause the virus to mutate, increasing the danger that patients will become resistant to their medications.

“A high percentage (of patients) are not adhering,” Kuhn says. “Among heroin addicts, I have found the adherence factor to be much better than with crystal meth. With crystal meth, they go on a run, and it’s rare that they take their medications faithfully.”

Paul Duncan, 51, who used meth on and off for about 20 years, lost all sense of time.

“When I’m high, the last thing I’m thinking about is taking my meds,” he says. “You’re just not focused on anything. Your mind is racing. Your heart is pounding. You’re just looking for that party.”

Elizabeth Eastlund, substance abuser mental health coordinator at CARE, says that about 30 percent of patients she sees use meth for reasons aside from sex. Some, she says, rely on it to cope with side effects from AIDS medications, such as fatigue and depression.

“I think people are also just tired,” she says. “We’re kind of coming from the perspective of working with people who are already positive and have spent years and years practicing safe sex. They just get tired, tired of thinking about it each and every day.”

Sneaking up

Methamphetamine was first synthesized in Japan in 1919. It appeared in the United States in the 1930s and by the 1950s was readily available in tablet form as Dexedrine and Methadrine. During World War II, it was widely used by soldiers to increase energy and stamina. In 1970, it was declared illegal when the Controlled Substances Act was passed.

No one knows exactly when the drug first appeared in Long Beach, but Signey says it saw its first spike in 1984, when a cluster of students in San Diego began manufacturing it out of ether, drain cleaner and the interior sponges of nasal inhalers. It slowed for several years, but then resurfaced in the mid-’90s, emerging as an alternative to crack cocaine.

“It’s a lot cheaper, it’s easier to get and the high from it lasts a lot longer,” says Lee Kochems, an anthropologist at the Cal State Long Beach Center for Behavioral Research and Services.

Kuhn says that 10 percent to 20 percent of her patients were using meth when she first started working at CARE in 1999.

“Then, a year and a half ago, something shifted,” Kuhn says. “There was a huge surge of crystal meth into the community. To me, it seemed like an explosion.”

Now, more than half of Kuhn’s 300 patients are using, she says.

The drug’s resurgence in the ’90s corresponded with the rise of the Internet, which has been called the “bathhouse of the new millennium.”

But it wasn’t until a syphilis outbreak in 2000 that city health officials began to recognize the scope of the problem, says Nettie DeAugustine, preventive health bureau manager at the Long Beach Health Department.

It was when disease-intervention specialists began interviewing people with syphilis that the first signs of a link between that disease and crystal meth became apparent.

“Perhaps we should have looked at signals closer, earlier,” she says. “But I don’t think we had enough information to do that. There were other things we were focusing on at that time.”

It was around the same time, in 1999, that CARE program workers also began noticing a trend in high-risk sexual behaviors associated with crystal meth and an increase in STDs, Signey says.

“I don’t think anyone realized the addictiveness of it in those early days,” Signey says. “It just kind of seemed to sneak up.”

And numbers have risen steadily in the last two years. Those who wish to meet others who want to use meth and have sex cruise online chat rooms and look for PNP, short for “Party and Play,” code for sex and drugs.

The drug is often coupled with other “party drugs,” such as the hallucinogenic stimulant Ecstasy, the anabolic GHB and the tranquilizer ketamine. And because impotence is a common side effect of prolonged meth use, it has also given rise to a surge in medications for erectile dysfunction, such as Viagra and Cialis, among gay men.

“It’s a wicked triad: crystal methamphetamine, Viagra and the Internet,” Kuhn says.

Over the past decade, meth has become so embedded in Long Beach’s gay community that some say it takes more energy to avoid it than to seek it out. Certain Long Beach bars, beachfronts and parking lots have become gathering spots that center around the drug. At virtually any hour of the day, men can be found sitting in their cars, standing on corners, or driving slowly, cruising, looking to get high and find someone to sleep with, or both.

Duncan says he can immediately spot a meth addict.

“They’re fidgety,” he says. “Their bodies are going 30 miles an hour. Their mouth is going constantly. They’re sweating.”

Police say they’re aware of the problem, but are limited by a tight budget.

“We’ve had to slim down several units throughout the organization,” Long Beach Police Chief Anthony Batts says. “Our core mission is putting officers in black and white … and the narcotics unit is smaller. The reality is we have to prioritize what we’re able to address during this budget crisis.”

Fatal attraction

For most users, crystal meth begins as a recreational drug, a few lines or hits in a bar bathroom or a friend’s apartment, followed by a feverish weekend of partying.

The attraction is clear: a euphoric high, wild partying and seemingly endless sex.

Soon though, it starts spiraling out of control.

As an IV drips into his arm, Duncan talks about his most recent health setback — cytomegalic inclusion disease, caused by the cytomegalovirus, commonly known as CMV.

Five years ago, CMV infected his lungs. This time, it’s attacking his intestines.

After repeated vomiting and severe fatigue, he checked himself into the hospital, where he stayed for several days. Now he’s being treated at home.

“I’m nervous,” he says from his living room couch, scratching his leg with the IV cord. “But I’m really thankful that this time I’m sober. I took care of it before it got critical.”

Doctors are keeping close tabs on Duncan during his six-week treatment. Every day, his roommate, Kevin Hayes, attaches Duncan’s IV drip, releasing 480 milligrams of the medication Ganciclovir into his arm, and then cleans and changes the tubing.

The movie “Resident Evil” flashes on the television. The apartment is comfortable: plush couches, a soft blue rug, oil lamps and nature paintings on the wall.

But moments of true comfort are rare occurrences for Duncan, who, over the years, has also suffered pneumonia, severe abscesses and most recently, neuropathy, which causes numbness and painful tingling in his feet. He’s also waiting on tests to find out whether a growing lesion on the shaft of his penis is cancerous.

ˆíIt’s been a rough two months,” he says.

His AIDS cocktail regimen is made up of six pills a day: two Reyataz, one Norvir, one Viread, one Epivir and one Bactrium.

“At one point, I was taking 78 pills a day,” Duncan says. “It was confusing. I had to keep track of them. I was vomiting all the time. I would take them and throw them back up.”

Duncan was diagnosed with full-blown AIDS in 1985 and started using crystal meth three years later. He’s uncertain as to what extent his 17 years of drug use have contributed to his health problems. But he wonders out loud whether things would be different if he hadn’t been spotty for years about taking his medications.

Siren song

Scott, too, wonders how his life would have been without the drug.

“Oh, to be 25 again and do it over,” he says wistfully.

The 43-year-old addict steals uneasy glances at the front door and window. He had spent the night before writhing ecstatically on the living room carpet after injecting two syringes full of crystal meth, his largest dose in more than 20 years of using.

Nearly 16 hours later, the drug’s effects still consume him. He chatters rapidly and chews the inside of his cheek. He pets his cat with brisk, circular strokes.

“It’s your heart,” he explains, tapping his chest. “It’s being all amped.”

He lifts his arms and flexes his muscles.

“It’s like a really good orgasm,” he says.

He scratches his nose, then the cat. Outside, a motorcycle engine revs and he again glances nervously at the door.

The apartment is thick with meth smoke and chemical-smelling fumes. Lethargic fish swim in slow circles inside an aquarium. Beside two Gatorade bottles and a container of Viagra, a plate on the coffee table holds a blackened pipe, a red straw, a syringe and a plastic bag containing about $80 in meth, enough to last anywhere from a few hours to several days.

Scott says the drug is like an abusive partner he wants to leave, but can’t.

The high is dazzling, euphoric, but the crash sends Scott spiraling into paranoid depths so low he’d rather be dead. He ignores the phone. He mistakes his cat scratching inside the litter box for gunshots. He sweats and shakes.

It’s no surprise that he struggles to keep his travel industry job. His credit card bills are higher than he is.

Five years after Scott tried meth for the first time, he started losing jobs.

“I became a big, sad, shame ball,” he says. “The more bad things I would do, the more horrible I would feel and the more bad things I would have to do. … I went from being Mr. Wonderful to being a social pariah.”

It’s since been an arduous, uphill battle for him to get clean.

“I’m getting so disgusted with myself,” Scott says. “I’m hoping I’ll be able to stop soon.”

Thats the pain that cuts a straight line down through the heart.
We call it love.

“Origin of Love” from “Hedwig and the Angry Inch” by Stephen Trask

One of the things I love most about 12 step recovery is that it calls on me to surrender my will and my life over to the care of a God of my understanding. Now I’m a pretty bright guy. The way I approach spirituality is from a rudimentary understanding of quantum physics. To the lay outsider that has often appeared that I’m not a spiritual person. Nothing could be farther from the truth. My truth is that I am a spiritual being manifesting a human experience. Granted there are huge chunks of this particular manifestation that I haven’t been exactly thrilled with to date. My truth is that my purpose on earth is to help others on their own journey here. Recovery promises me the opportunity to do just that. “We will neither regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it” because it’s the experience that got me to embrace the divinity within and around me and it is the experience that can show others the way. There is a great flick, “What the Bleep do We Know?” that, along with a book by Deepak Chopra called “How to Know God” that have largely informed me spiritual journey. They are the first things that made sense to me and that spoke to my heart in the way that religious Christians often talk about the Bible inspiring them.

I rejected religiosity a long time ago. The God I grew up believing in, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, isn’t too queer friendly. At the point I rejected God, though, I feel I became susceptible to all kinds of danger, addiction being among those I have struggled with most. Now let me not leave you to believe that I rejected God because I didn’t believe he loved me. I rejected my dad because I didn’t believe he loved me. I’ve made mistakes. I’m willing to admit that. What I believe now is that I rejected a vision of God that was incomplete. I’m sure I would have struggled even if I hadn’t rejected God out of hand because an inferior creator is almost as bad as no creator. I wrote in the page “I’m an addict” that I believe I was destined to seek something outside of myself to make me feel OK inside my own skin.

What I have grown to know is that, to place it in biblical terms, God created me in God’s image. I, as I am, am a reflection of God. Moreover, the stuff I am made from is also made from God. Therefore looking outside of me, God has always eluded me. Looking for God within me I find a part of God and when I meditate on that part I connect with the wholeness of God on the plane of being. That connection sustains me and informs me and gives me peace. The peace of Ghandi, the peace of the Buddha, the peace of Jesus Christ. Not so profound a peace as those fellows had, but the same flavor. The kind of peace that is necessary for me to be in the world and not have to ingest, imbibe, inhale or inject chemicals in order to feel OK. I am homeless. I am jobless (essentially). But as Christ said, “consider the lilies of the field.” I focus on God and God’s will for me and I end up, like Mick Jagger said, with what I need.

Now this will really seem like heresy to religious people and I apologize ahead of time. Stop reading now because I’m going to really tell my truth. If I was made by God, of God and in God’s image, if God is ALL, then God is gay and God is an addict. I’m not saying He’s not everything else, too. I’m only saying He is everything.

Something of God still exists in every crystal meth addict. And it is something that only God can heal. If you want to recover from addiction it is useful to recover your true self, your highest self, the self your creator intends for you to be. I had to stop using meth so that I could start using God. They don’t exist well together. I wish I could tell you how it happened but once I came to know in my heart that God is part of me I had no desire to continue using. I still have thoughts. But thoughts pass and I turn back to God and I know peace. Crystal meth is still in my neighborhood. People I know still use crystal meth but I don’t want to be near them. It interrupts my connection with God, but when the pain down in their soul is too much, I know that I can help them find their way out. I am called on to do so. God commands that we love each other.

I am grateful today to have a relationship with my Creator that sustains and encourages me and makes me feel whole.

I love this little movie because this dude really tells it like it is. His description of what selling and using crystal meth is like is much like my own experience. He’s the kind of guy I liked to keep around because who’s afraid of the big bad queer, right? Anyway. He’s been to treatment and he’s clean now which is awesome. Gives me hope that even us hard cases can make it in sobriety. Another reason I like it is because you get a feel for what families of addicts go through. Hopefully it gets better. I’m off to work here in a few minutes and I’m really grateful today that I get to, am able to, get up and do that. I’ve been pretty unemployable for a long time. So this is progress. Gratitude and humility. Gratitude and humility equal sobriety for me. And sobriety equals joy. Cheers!

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I love this little movie because this dude really tells it like it is. His description of what selling and using crystal meth is like is much like my own experience. He’s the kind of guy I liked to keep around because who’s afraid of the big bad queer, right? Anyway. He’s been to treatment and he’s clean now which is awesome. Gives me hope that even us hard cases can make it in sobriety. Another reason I like it is because you get a feel for what families of addicts go through. Hopefully it gets better. I’m off to work here in a few minutes and I’m really grateful today that I get to, am able to, get up and do that. I’ve been pretty unemployable for a long time. So this is progress. Gratitude and humility. Gratitude and humility equal sobriety for me. And sobriety equals joy. Cheers!

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And I’ll be walking
Till the day I expire
Sometimes I lay down
No more can I do
But then I go on again
Because you ask me to

Up to the Mountain (MLK Song) – Patty Griffin Children Running Through

“I saw a documentary on him and that last speech the day before he died in Memphis, the ‘Up to the Mountian’ speech. The courage that it took to go to Memphis again, knowing that was probably it, he knew his life was in danger. And he sort of got up there and made that speech and found his courage right there, and it’s something to behold and something to look at and be inspired by.”

I have an attachment to this song for a couple of reasons. First, I got sober on Martin Luther King Day. Second, recovery is hard work. Some days it seems like more than I can do. Yesterday was one of those days. Most of today was too. I actually stayed in bed till about 2PM. “But then I go on again because you asked me to.” I’ve known for some time, even in the depths of my addiction, that my Higher Power intends for me to overcome this thing; that all I need to overcome is available to me and that humility and gratitude are the keys to accessing the aid I need.

Some days I look down
Afraid I will fall
And though the sun shines
I see nothing at all
Then I hear your sweet voice, oh
Oh, come and then go, come and then go
Telling me softly
You love me so

Today the sweet voice was that of my friend Angie B. I have been barely hanging on by the end of my economic rope. Angie wants me to start working for her tomorrow. Now it’s just a week of work, but that is about all the time I need to buy at this particular moment. I’m not starving yet. There is a roof over my head. Now there is something to keep my idle hands occupied and keep me out of my head which will make this all much easier. Yesterday Will basically threatened me saying that he’s not making me any more cool “going to rehab” cds. He’s not doing this again, he said, meaning continue to be my friend when I’m not a friend to myself. I think I should go right now and make myself a really nice dinner, go to bed early. And be grateful for the love and support of my friends. My creator shows itself to me through their faces after all.

But to my credit I did go to the clinic yesterday and get some antibiotics. I don’t know the medical term but my sinuses and lungs have been carefully coated with rubber cement. I wish I could say that I’m adjusting well but I’m kind of struggling. I’ve been faking it well. I’ve been getting to meetings. I’ve been staying in touch.

When I left rehab I was led to believe that I had a place to go to. I was made to believe that the level of care I was going to was Intensive Outpatient Program (IOP) and Safe and Sober Housing (SSH). Now SHIP is a SSH provider. They also run a TC, a level of care in between IOP and SSH. I was told they had SSH space for me when I got out and that turned out to not be true. I was shuffled in to their TC, much of which I’ve done (and have no interest in continuing). They get to bill $900 a month for that and at the moment I came in there were 2 openings there. My former case manager didn’t even ask to see, couldn’t even make time when I suggested he take a look at, my aftercare plan. SSH is too full and the waiting list is only for people coming from the Dept. of Corrections since they’re only willing to pay the $325 a month it costs. But BPA (on behalf of the State of Idaho) will pay $900 for TC and that’s where they want me to go. Never-mind that the dollars available to me for treatment are limited. Never-mind that since SHIP is not a licensed IOP provider I had to select another firm for that level of treatment which exceeds the TC in terms of quality and appropriateness.

What all this means is that I got out of rehab and have been homeless ever since. I stayed with a friend the first couple of nights. I’m currently house sitting for another friend and after this I’ll house sit for yet another. But I’m still living out of luggage. I’m tired. I’m sick. And there is nowhere I can just exhale.

It could be, has been, worse. I’m grateful to not be starving or freezing or on the street or in a mission. Really I am. But this is hard. I found myself even missing an old flame of mine who I always thought of as a sort of human teddy bear – nice and safe and fun to play with and not too serious? A security blanket. Comfort food. I called him but we parted on such bad terms that I rather doubt he’ll call back.

So that’s it. I’m scared and anxious and sick and tired (literally sick and tired). Not ingredients of a rockin’ program of recovery.

I bet new shoes would make me feel better.

I’m 41 years old and nearly three quarters of my life passed without having one conversation with my father that could be characterized as ‘normal’. That has been one of the greatest pains in my heart. It’s a complicated psycho-social dynamic that has alienated me from my siblings and promoted my addiction. The bizarre thing is that the most salient force behind our alienation has been my need to be a good son.

My dad and his wife both took a week off work recently and drove 1,400 miles (round trip) to support me in my recovery. They sat in a room for three days with total strangers while we all spilled our guts about what addiction has been like, not just for us addicts but for our families. They were willing to just sit, without being allowed to talk or respond at all while I told them about what my disease has been like and how much pain I’ve carried around for the last 27 years; pain about everything from my parents divorce to my parents religion to my mother’s addiction and my sexual orientation. They listened as I told them how afraid I was of being alone and of failing and of letting my mother down and how I didn’t know how to have boundaries that support my well-being. I listened as they told me how hard holidays and birthdays are not knowing where I am or if I’m alive. Linda told me how much she wanted me to have a good and happy life and how she wanted to be part of it; how she felt hurt by how badly I had treated her when she first married my dad. I got to thank her for taking us in and loving and caring for us when my mother sent us to visit them for the summer and decided while we (4 kids) were gone (to Sweden) that she needed to not be a mom for awhile. I got to thank her for taking my little brother in when he decided for his own sanity that he needed to move away from my mom. I got to finally ‘come out’ and my parents got to hear from their peers that it was OK. Family week at the Walker Center was three days of crying for me.

I’ve known for years that I’ve really missed my dad. So when he called tonight, just to see how I was doing and to let me know that wherever we are, our family prays together Sundays at six, the fact that this was only the second normal conversation that we’ve had in 27 years was not lost on me. Tonight the tears are of joy and gratitude.

I love you dad. Thank you for being patient and willing and open. I AM proud to say that I’m your son. I hope that you’re proud, too.

I was looking at my Picassa photo album and came across a picture of a man I really love. Love in the co-dependant way. Dan was the coolest young guy I’d met in a long, long time. He was fresh out of prison, looked like he could kill me, played classical piano, and he could see me. He could see me all whole underneath all the baggage. He’s the only person who I felt safe in a car with as a passenger. He was young and tough and affectionate and fucking HOT! He slammed alot of dope. Actually my career in injections began with him. Mostly I did it to be closer to him. I kept dope around to keep him around. Being with him was the most intensely intimate relationship I’ve ever had.

Dan was arrested for a parole violation on my birthday and is still sitting in prison awaiting his hearing. I haven’t written to him. I’ve thought about him quite a bit. I’ve wondered if we would even like each other without the drugs. The fact of the matter is that if it hadn’t been for the pain and unmanagability I experienced in that relationship I may never have gained the willingness to look for help. In that respect I owe Danny a debt of gratitude. He showed me that I really wasn’t OK with being an addict after all.

I also owe him an amends. My motives were not in his best interests, they were hardly in my own best interests either but they WERE selfish and self-seeking. They were driven by fear. Dan was the life preserver. I was the drowning man.

I ran into a mutual friend yesterday; someone who just spent a great deal of time with Dan locked up and awaiting ajudication. My friend told me that the experience had meant a great deal to Dan as well. I was glad to hear that. I hope when he is free again I run into him in a 12 step meeting. I’d like to give him a hug.

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