Okay, so just before Christmas, Schizo-boy suddenly came up with presents for everyone. He gave a bottle of Moet Whatever to his mom for her birthday, a couple of endtables for her Christmas, and a couch to his middle brother.
As a matter of fact, I went with him to his "buddy's" house. (Mike we're talking about here.) I helped him load up the couch from the guy's apartment. In fact, Mike pulled up in a nice sedan... which it turns out is the car that Schizo-boy has been renting this entire time! *rolling eyes*
So, here is my newest theory. Schizo-boy is renter of the car. Mike pays the rent on the car for the last 5 months. But in order to continue to give Schizo-boy the incentive to continue to rent this car, Mike is giving him presents. Drugs, bottle of champagne, furniture, clothes, etc.
Just a theory.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
oh boy!
My wife just called and said that the drive is full of cop cars and detective cars. So, here's the skinny:
Schizo-boy rented a car for his little "buddy" Mike like 5 MONTHS ago! All of this time, Mike has been running drugs and weapons using this rented car!!!! The cops found the car, which contained over a pound of marijuana and three guns. They traced the car and came to our house because it was rented in schizo-boy's name. He confessed and even told them where Mike lives now. They took off to apprehend Mike. Schizo-boy is now losing his phone and his car! One fell swoop.
His mom just sent an email saying that she looked up phone numbers from his cell and some of them have been to banks, like Wachovia and Chase. *sigh* (That may answer how he was able to rent a car in his name... he's got a credit card, which is something that he is not allowed to have.)
*double sigh*
Schizo-boy rented a car for his little "buddy" Mike like 5 MONTHS ago! All of this time, Mike has been running drugs and weapons using this rented car!!!! The cops found the car, which contained over a pound of marijuana and three guns. They traced the car and came to our house because it was rented in schizo-boy's name. He confessed and even told them where Mike lives now. They took off to apprehend Mike. Schizo-boy is now losing his phone and his car! One fell swoop.
His mom just sent an email saying that she looked up phone numbers from his cell and some of them have been to banks, like Wachovia and Chase. *sigh* (That may answer how he was able to rent a car in his name... he's got a credit card, which is something that he is not allowed to have.)
*double sigh*
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
The Paranoia Deepens
Yesterday I came home and my wife told me that Schizo-boy had come out of his room and asked if he could get a new phone number for his cell. His mom asked him why he would need that? He said that he was getting phone calls from people he didn't know...
Saturday, January 09, 2010
The Theory
Okay, so over the last decade or so, I have had enough interactions with drug addicts that their progress through their addiction is becoming predictable.
First come the quick outings easily explainable away.
Second comes the longer outings. Gone for most of the day and returning broke.
Third, same as two, but user is willing to borrow more and more money to get the next fix.
Fourth, personality is rapidly changing! The user is becoming distant from friends and family. They will be short-tempored, irritable, and very jumpy. Unable to sit for long.
Fifth, finally, their desperation for their drug of choice will drive them to do whatever it takes for the next hit. This includes stealing, robbing, mugging, and selling themselves.
With regards to how these steps apply to what is in my life; Schizo-boy is very obvious when he is stepping through these - or at least to me. In the past he has stolen money, robbed, purse-snatched, and now finally, I believe that he has resorted to the final degradation of selling himself sexually for drugs.
I do not think that he is gay, so to speak. He is only doing it fulfil his needs for drugs. But, while doing this, he is also damaging his own self-esteem. This further erodes his hold on his sanity.
It is a sad thing to witness. And I have yet to figure out a method to break someone out of these steps.
Some day I will.
First come the quick outings easily explainable away.
Second comes the longer outings. Gone for most of the day and returning broke.
Third, same as two, but user is willing to borrow more and more money to get the next fix.
Fourth, personality is rapidly changing! The user is becoming distant from friends and family. They will be short-tempored, irritable, and very jumpy. Unable to sit for long.
Fifth, finally, their desperation for their drug of choice will drive them to do whatever it takes for the next hit. This includes stealing, robbing, mugging, and selling themselves.
With regards to how these steps apply to what is in my life; Schizo-boy is very obvious when he is stepping through these - or at least to me. In the past he has stolen money, robbed, purse-snatched, and now finally, I believe that he has resorted to the final degradation of selling himself sexually for drugs.
I do not think that he is gay, so to speak. He is only doing it fulfil his needs for drugs. But, while doing this, he is also damaging his own self-esteem. This further erodes his hold on his sanity.
It is a sad thing to witness. And I have yet to figure out a method to break someone out of these steps.
Some day I will.
ah hell, here we go again!
Sure, the holidays are stressful for some people. And for schizo-boy, this seems to be triply so. His brothers are very hard on him because they don't quite understand the ramifications of their actions despite out desperate attempt to educate them.
So, on the Wednesday before Christmas, we had Christmas at our house for the guys and their family. As conversations progress, I kept a wary eye on how Schizo-boy was doing. And then I saw the change in his eyes and knew that he would come up with an excuse to leave. Sure enough, I was not wrong.
From that moment on, he has become more remote from us. Spending more and more time away from the house. When he does interact with us, I can detect a bit of hysteria in his voice.
One note of interest happened about a week ago. His mom had just unpackaged a large group of picture frames and had them stacked on the kitchen table. He walked by and she pointed them out. He made the comment, with that wild glint in his eyes, that she should fill up the wall in the hall so it could be even scarier! She immediately looked at me with the horror of what we now know is the inevitable outcome.
This last week, a fellow showed up and talked with my wife while Schizo-boy quickly showered. They left in the guy's car. We did not see the boy until late that night. He claimed that he and the other fellow had spent the day at a well known strip club in town. *huh!?!* Anyway! It's very obvious that he has gone back to partaking in harder drugs. One thing about this is that he can't afford them! So, what in the hell is doing to obtain the drugs? (More on this in the next entry.)
This is a very big sign that he is battling the fear and paranoia. He is right on the cusp of having another mental break. So, his mom and I will now spend the next days/weeks preparing ourself for his crash.
oh, one last thing, two days ago, he got up and left the house rather early for him and we didn't see him all day. In the evening, we got snow and ice here. So, I SMS'd him and suggested that he stay where ever he might be for the night. Then yesterday, he finally showed up and he had on completely different clothes. None of them were his. When we asked where he was, he made something up on the spot.
Then he tried to say that he had to leave again and his mom demanded that the car stay parked due to the ice on the roads. He moped out of the living room. About thirty minutes later, I heard the back door quietly open and close. Then, a while later I realized that I never heard it open again! So, I went out and looked around and he was no longer home. (The car was here though.) I came back in and looked at the thermometer. It was 15 degrees outside!
I attempted to SMS him to prompt him to at least let us know that someone had picked him up and he wasn't just out walking around. No reply. So, around 11 pm, I got bundled up and went driving around for a bit just to make sure I didn't see him walking. No sign of him.
I did come across a family that was walking. They had a CHILD! I stopped and asked the guy why he and his family were walking in the 15 degree weather with a child. He replied that they had missed the last public transportation bus and could not afford a taxi to get home. I made them pile into my truck and I took them home. They had already walked over a mile from the train and their apartment was two MORE miles from where I picked them up!
Before I went to bed, I made sure schizo-boy's bedroom door was wide open.
This morning, his door was closed. So, whatever it was that he did, he's home now.
As we go through it, I will keep this blog up to date.
*sigh*
So, on the Wednesday before Christmas, we had Christmas at our house for the guys and their family. As conversations progress, I kept a wary eye on how Schizo-boy was doing. And then I saw the change in his eyes and knew that he would come up with an excuse to leave. Sure enough, I was not wrong.
From that moment on, he has become more remote from us. Spending more and more time away from the house. When he does interact with us, I can detect a bit of hysteria in his voice.
One note of interest happened about a week ago. His mom had just unpackaged a large group of picture frames and had them stacked on the kitchen table. He walked by and she pointed them out. He made the comment, with that wild glint in his eyes, that she should fill up the wall in the hall so it could be even scarier! She immediately looked at me with the horror of what we now know is the inevitable outcome.
This last week, a fellow showed up and talked with my wife while Schizo-boy quickly showered. They left in the guy's car. We did not see the boy until late that night. He claimed that he and the other fellow had spent the day at a well known strip club in town. *huh!?!* Anyway! It's very obvious that he has gone back to partaking in harder drugs. One thing about this is that he can't afford them! So, what in the hell is doing to obtain the drugs? (More on this in the next entry.)
This is a very big sign that he is battling the fear and paranoia. He is right on the cusp of having another mental break. So, his mom and I will now spend the next days/weeks preparing ourself for his crash.
oh, one last thing, two days ago, he got up and left the house rather early for him and we didn't see him all day. In the evening, we got snow and ice here. So, I SMS'd him and suggested that he stay where ever he might be for the night. Then yesterday, he finally showed up and he had on completely different clothes. None of them were his. When we asked where he was, he made something up on the spot.
Then he tried to say that he had to leave again and his mom demanded that the car stay parked due to the ice on the roads. He moped out of the living room. About thirty minutes later, I heard the back door quietly open and close. Then, a while later I realized that I never heard it open again! So, I went out and looked around and he was no longer home. (The car was here though.) I came back in and looked at the thermometer. It was 15 degrees outside!
I attempted to SMS him to prompt him to at least let us know that someone had picked him up and he wasn't just out walking around. No reply. So, around 11 pm, I got bundled up and went driving around for a bit just to make sure I didn't see him walking. No sign of him.
I did come across a family that was walking. They had a CHILD! I stopped and asked the guy why he and his family were walking in the 15 degree weather with a child. He replied that they had missed the last public transportation bus and could not afford a taxi to get home. I made them pile into my truck and I took them home. They had already walked over a mile from the train and their apartment was two MORE miles from where I picked them up!
Before I went to bed, I made sure schizo-boy's bedroom door was wide open.
This morning, his door was closed. So, whatever it was that he did, he's home now.
As we go through it, I will keep this blog up to date.
*sigh*
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