Intervention and Trip Number One to Rehab

My intervention was nothing like you see on TV, but it was definitely an intervention.  Since I surely didn’t believe that I had a problem, it took some coaxing (and kicking and screaming) to get me into a rehab facility.

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My Intervention

As I mentioned in my post about how my addiction progressed, my sister noticed a problem when I had my Lasik eye surgery.  She was my driver for the procedure.  On the way there I was pretty discreet about my pill-popping.  The doctor told me that they give you one Valium to calm you down, but to me that would be like eating a Tic-Tac.  I took about 13 pills before we entered the building.  After it was over they suggest that you keep your eyes closed and go home and take a four hour nap.  On the way home my eyes started to hurt a bit.  I knew damn well that I would need more Xanax if I was going to take a successful nap.

Shelley drove me home and walked me to my room.  I asked her for my bottle of pills (still thinking there was no problem here).  Since I was blindly taking them, I just dumped them into my mouth straight from the bottle.  She was horrified.  I tried to tell her it was no big deal.  That I had to take a nap and my eyes were hurting!  The pills would just help me sleep.  Pretty sure she thought that I was going to OD right there.  Little did she know, I did this on the daily.  My body was used to (and needed) an abnormal amount of Xanax everyday by this point.

A few days later and after my eyes fully recovered, family members started expressing their concern about what Shelley had come to realize – I had a problem.  Everyone was surprised.  I hid my habit very well.  I was a fully functioning addict and no one knew the abuse I was doing to myself.

My family was amazing.  No one was judging, just pure concern and eager to help.  My Grampa came at me with his alternative medicine ideas.  How to detox on your own using cherry juice, or something like that!  He had the best intentions, but then we all learned the risks of trying to go off Xanax on your own.  They are horrifying and can be life-threatening.  No one should do it on their own!

Trip #1 to Rehab (yes, there is a trip #2…)

After many discussions, which are now a bit fuzzy to me, the intervention team got me checked into Hinsdale Hospital.  This hospital was my Step-Mom’s decision.  She did whatever research and decided that was the best place for me.  I didn’t want to go.  I didn’t think that I needed it.

When we got there I made that very clear to the entire staff.  They, in turn, made it very clear to me that restraints were an option.  As soon as that heavy, locked door closed I felt like this was prison.  I felt claustrophobic and completely out of control.  The last thing I wanted was a straight jacket, though, so I got my act together.

After they checked my clothing and removed all drawstrings, shoe laces, and anything else that could be used as a suicide tool, I was checked in and on my way to “recovery”.

I think it’s very important for families to plan an intervention if they see a loved one who needs help.  It might not always work unless the addict is ready for it, but it’s definitely better than doing nothing.

Comments

  1. Hi I am sorry to hear about your addiction and how easily it is to start one. I do admire the support you got from your family. Their love and understanding is the first stepping stone to get you out of this addiction. Feel blessed to have them and good luck in getting better.

    • Absolutely, my family is amazing. Thank you for your kind words. This was just another life experience that taught me a lot along the way, and, hopefully has made me stronger! 🙂

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