I have not written much about the situation on this blog lately. I have on ODR, but, even that wore me out. I will try to give you a little background.
About 3 or 4 weeks ago, I got a call from some guy that he had found my daughters phone in a park. Would I come get it? So I went. I saw where it found and I thought, something is up. She could have been taken, beaten, etc. I asked why he didn't call the police. He said, you don't call the police in this neighborhood. I put out the word I had her phone. I didn't hear anything. So I filed a missing person's report. Let's just say, that was most unpleasant. My husband ended up escorting the policewoman of our city out the door. Telling her, we would find other means to get this job done.
Couple of days later, she contacted me. We made plans to meet after the weekend, on a Monday. I was getting into my busiest 2 weeks of the year. So Monday crept up on me, and I had NO PLAN. I do not like having NO PLAN. I just asked for guidance as I drove down to the city to meet her. She got in the car and honestly, I was going to hand her the phone and leave. But, she looked so bad. The worst I have even seen and so bad, I did not want to look at her. I offered lunch. Still no real plan... but I did know, I could not push or I would lose her.
I took her to lunch. She started crying, saying she didn't want to be like this, she can't help it. She is in a deep hole, her body is breaking down, her hair is falling out, her brain is not working. I asked if she was ready for help. She said .. almost, but she is afraid. Afraid she can not live without her drug.
So on a whim, I brought her home to use the computer and phone and call some places. I heard her, she was doing a good job. She called the long term woman's place in NC and I heard her say, I know it's not a walk in the park, and I need that now. I am ready to do the hard work. She printed everything off. Put in her name for a detox place.
I told her, you are in a deep hole. I have a ladder for you. I will hold it for you, but I will not take the first step for you, you have to start climbing yourself. She thanked me, said, her brain can't take the first step, she needs help. I said I will help you, when there is a detox bed open, I will take you. But, these places do not want to talk to me. They want to know you are serious.
My son and husband got home and were not happy she was here. She was getting dope sick and complaining. So I took back, back to the hell hole I picked her up from.
On my way home, my husband called. His ipod and others things were gone. I texted her, time to do the right thing, she texted, she gets blamed for everything. I didn't hear from her for another week.
Continued on next post.
About 3 or 4 weeks ago, I got a call from some guy that he had found my daughters phone in a park. Would I come get it? So I went. I saw where it found and I thought, something is up. She could have been taken, beaten, etc. I asked why he didn't call the police. He said, you don't call the police in this neighborhood. I put out the word I had her phone. I didn't hear anything. So I filed a missing person's report. Let's just say, that was most unpleasant. My husband ended up escorting the policewoman of our city out the door. Telling her, we would find other means to get this job done.
Couple of days later, she contacted me. We made plans to meet after the weekend, on a Monday. I was getting into my busiest 2 weeks of the year. So Monday crept up on me, and I had NO PLAN. I do not like having NO PLAN. I just asked for guidance as I drove down to the city to meet her. She got in the car and honestly, I was going to hand her the phone and leave. But, she looked so bad. The worst I have even seen and so bad, I did not want to look at her. I offered lunch. Still no real plan... but I did know, I could not push or I would lose her.
I took her to lunch. She started crying, saying she didn't want to be like this, she can't help it. She is in a deep hole, her body is breaking down, her hair is falling out, her brain is not working. I asked if she was ready for help. She said .. almost, but she is afraid. Afraid she can not live without her drug.
So on a whim, I brought her home to use the computer and phone and call some places. I heard her, she was doing a good job. She called the long term woman's place in NC and I heard her say, I know it's not a walk in the park, and I need that now. I am ready to do the hard work. She printed everything off. Put in her name for a detox place.
I told her, you are in a deep hole. I have a ladder for you. I will hold it for you, but I will not take the first step for you, you have to start climbing yourself. She thanked me, said, her brain can't take the first step, she needs help. I said I will help you, when there is a detox bed open, I will take you. But, these places do not want to talk to me. They want to know you are serious.
My son and husband got home and were not happy she was here. She was getting dope sick and complaining. So I took back, back to the hell hole I picked her up from.
On my way home, my husband called. His ipod and others things were gone. I texted her, time to do the right thing, she texted, she gets blamed for everything. I didn't hear from her for another week.
Continued on next post.
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