Heroin…. Hero… In… There is no Hero in Heroin.
Heroin has been my son’s dark mistress, akin to Dexter’s dark passenger, for 4 and 1/2 years. Stevie started with her cousin, Oxycontin. She has been center of attention from day one. She infiltrated him, first through his mind, his thoughts, his behaviors. Like lucifer, she fed off my sons weaknesses, beating him up day in and day out, about his own inferiority complex. ( “You are too short!” “You are ugly.” “You are not as smart as your brother.”)
She allowed him to feel accepted, and numbed out the pain of the real world.
She infiltrated next his blood, and became his lifeline. She wrestled his love from me, his mom, and demanded full devotion.
There is no hero in heroin. She is a coward and hides behind the thoughts and face of her abusers.
This blog is a collaboration between addict and his mom. It is brutal and honest and heartfelt.