My name is Casey, and my father has been addicted to crack long enough to
have lost his job of 35 years, and have to move 3 states away from "home"
with my mom. Well he is currently missing right now on crack. Hurricane
Wilma is coming and my mom has to evacuate not knowing where he is.
My dad 'hit' his mid-life crisis at the ripe old age of 50. It all started
with pornography on the internet. Then he went to strip clubs, and started
'dating' prostitutes. My mom found out about the cheating from an STD he
gave her. Then one of his 'mistresses' called my mom. Then my dad lost his
job for stealing, and he disappeared on a four day crack-binge.
As his daughter I helped him write a resume, and helped motivate him to get
another job. His mom died so he used that as an excuse to relapse. He got a
job in Florida. They moved from the north and my
dad was down there for about a week without my mom. He found crack in
Florida. He started playing golf, which quickly came a code word for going
to do crack.
My mom caught him in a lie a couple of days ago, and he disappeared. Even
before he disappeared this time, he wouldn't admit to doing
crack. The last time he admitted was in May. It is now October, and last
month I coaxed my mom into buying a drug test for him to take. Well he
refused to take it when he supposedly got robbed and had
his face slashed open. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell that story. He said he was
getting lunch (while in FL), and he got out of his car and a man robbed him
and slit his throat with a glass bottle. I would bet my life on it that it
was a drug deal gone wrong.
My mom won't leave him. He lost his retirement from his other job of 35
years. Now he has to work, and my mom is dependent on him financially. Sure
she can come live with me, or a number of friends and family and start over.
But she wants to help 'fix' him.
It is just mind boggling that a upper-middle class family can be destroyed
by crack. My dad was never an alcoholic, he plays basketball, softball, and
coaches softball. He was always very passive and calm. I feel like he is
demon-possessed. I am one of his 3 kids. And I am not as reluctant to give
him up as my siblings have been. So I tell my mom to drug test him and
check-up on him. So I am his biggest enemy right now.
I am getting ready to give up. He won't admit to anything to me or my mom.
That is the first step in helping a crack head. They have to want the help.
I need advice!!!Casey |
