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Methamphetamine: Stories and Letters of the Hidden Costs
by Users, Loved Ones, and Parents



My dad the drug addict
  As far as I can remember back my dad has always abused drugs. Once he told me he started doing drugs at 14 and he's now 51. I remember as a child how my dad would get paid on Fridays and on Friday nights him and a few of his buddies from work would set around our dinner table at home and snort powder. I was only a child then maybe about six or seven. Once my dad snorted so much powder until has nose poured blood which scared the living shit out of me. My mom was a druggie too. She never participated in the snorting of the cocaine around the dinner table but she smoked weed like cigarettes and drunk beer like it was water. My father would fly into violent rages whenever he had the desire to get high. He would beat my mom to a pulp, take the money that she were going to use to buy food with, and snort it up. If he wasn't for my grandparents I would have starved a many a day. I hated my mom for years for staying with my dad. He would beat her to a pulp and then she would set back and watch him beat her children like it didn't phase her. Not once did she ever step in to protect her children from this violent, abusive, drug addicted man. Whenever he would fly into these violent rages she always blamed me or my sister. I was in and out of foster homes. I went to school one day and broke down. I went to the principals office and stripped, my body were covered in bruises and welts. I got tired of living in constant fear and afraid of getting beat like a grown man by my own father. Immediately that same day the Sherriffs Department took both my sister and I from my parents.
My dad has been on drugs all his llife. He's been in rehab a couple times and always relapsed.

  He was never ever sincere about ever changing because I remember my mom use to sneak him drugs into the rehab center. I can not truley say that I love my dad. He caused me tremendous pain over the years and have never once apologized for making my life a living hell. I understand he was on drugs but that doesn't justify what he did to me and my sister. My sister has been refined to mental institutions since she was eight because of the abuse my father put her through. Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if my parents were not addicted to drugs. My father is a very violent man and I try my best to avoid him. I never go to my parents house because I can feel the tension in the air when I am around him. At times I just want to beat the crap out of him because he is still the same evil drug addicted bastard he was thirty years ago. He's torn the family apart and he doesn't fell not an ounce of remorse. I told my mom that if my dad were to die to not count on me to be at the funeral. I have three beautiful daughters and he acts like they don't even exist. He buys them nothing on their birthdays or Christmas. He's a selfish evil bastard.
-- A

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   hi my name is mayra and im an addict i was in a treament center for 4 months then i went out on a pass and relapsed. i got disharge and got sent to another program i left after3 days i release my addiction all over again i wnat to stop using again for myself and my kids ..They get taken away from me for ever if i dont stop .but this desease of addiction is so evil .thats not stoping me..im want to stop. i really do . i cant even ejoy my high just thinking of all the consequences.
-- mayra


  Hi, I'm hoping that my short but long (battle) story with my addiction to meth gives hope to people who think its impossible to be yourself again after meth. I started using in 2005, snorting everyday probably that whole year, then met the pipe, and sadly still have it in my life. I put not only myself thru some very bad times, but also my family who had to watch their mother, their protector, their everything transform into a sad, hopeless,paranoid speed chasing, selfish being. I still use but not anywhere as near as before or as often, We are only human and we all get weak and an addiction to meth is a hard battle, I fight it daily but ive come along way, and I have lots of faith that God will keep helping me til its completely out of my life, with God in your life anythings possible.
-- J


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