Your story conveys such a raw message that many need to hear. I have experienced something similar. Delinquency does begin at home in some form or another and that is my greatest fear and struggle at this point. I relate to this story because I have also lost two loved ones to substance abuse, one for whom I grieve deeply. More people need to speak out about the tragedies, which is also another subject I discussed today. People need to know that drugs of any kind are not to be toyed with lest it lead to severe destruction.
Originally posted on The Baggage Handler:
Delinquency starts at home, not in the streets.
Growing up, I saw my mother, on a nightly basis, drink herself to shame with all-night, loud parties filled with men.
Things didn’t improve much after my brother and I moved in with our father. It was with him and his male lover where I first encountered drugs. (It’s my opinion that the man who lived with us for 10 years was his lover. However, to this day, my father will not admit to that nor has he come out. As I told him a few years ago, if you’re gay, be gay, be happy. Don’t hide who you are. To my knowledge, he has not taken my advice.)
One day when I was a freshman in high school, I found cocaine in one of my father’s drawers. That same year, his lover started offering me drugs and was very…
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