While I was in college, I had a very good friend who was absolutely brilliant in his field of study and a great guy. I watched him in less than a year go from a casual drug user to full blown junkie. Meth, coke, herion and acid.
His family tried to convince him to go into treatment, I tried to convince him to go to treatment, and he refused, he cut all of us out of his life.
At the time, I had an extra room in my house and we secured the room by boarding up the windows, emptying the room and securing the door.
Another friend had a van and we went looking for him one night and found him walking on a street where drugs could be scored.
We grabbed him off the street, tossed him in the van, handcuffed him and tied up his feet.
We took him back to house, placed him in the empty room and let him detox.
He screamed for days, ripped the Sheetrock off the walls.
To feed him we would open the door, shine a spotlight in his face and enter the room. We gave him a bucket to go to the bathroom. He did not always use the bucket.
It took three weeks for him to even talk to use, a week later he agreed to treatment.
Today he is clean, has a family and is an architect with his work in AD.
It worked. We saved his life.
Wow...did he thank you?
Your very fortunate he dint die
Thanks for caring enough.
Either of you ever watched “Train Spotting”?
If you did what you said you did it was criminal and he’s damn lucky he didn’t die because of your stupidity.