Substance Abuse Reflection

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Reflective Essay 1 Social Work 223A: Substance Abuse Sandy Tellefsen Nichole Breitner- Fuss Imagine a life of broken glass, bones, and hearts. A life filled with darkness, and a pain deeper than any blade could cut. Imagine living in a world where the only thing you know is terror, trauma, defeat, and utter coldness. Now imagine an innocent six-year-old child existent during this struggle. The only way to survive life is to shut down or get hurt, and die. This is the life I once lived, and the way I believed it always would be. Growing up, everything around me was inconsistent, physically and emotionally. Of course, at six years old, inconsistency often goes unnoticed. I was living with a father who was addicted to drugs. Not just one specific drug, but rather three or four. The two he surrounded himself with daily were heroine and cocaine; substance abuse at it’s finest. He began mainlining heroin at age 26 and eventually became addicted to cocaine as well. He would tell my grandparents (my mothers parents) that his drug dependence snuck up on him. "I didn't choose to become an addict. I chose to experiment, to escape." I remember very vividly seeing this statement in the various police reports we have. Police were constantly in and out of our homes, many times taking my father with them. It was not just doing drugs that became an issue; it was his neglectfulness and battering from those drugs that destroyed our family. He would become incredibly possessive and dangerous once he had those drugs in his system. Almost on a daily basis, I would watch him hurt my mother and send her to the hospital, and on more that one occasion, he would strike my sister or I. It became a regular pattern of suffering for my mother, my sister, and myself. We never had food, unless it was junk or expired, maintained hygiene, proper clothing, and we rarely went to school.

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