Heroin, a retrospective
!!!WARNING!!! If you are in recovery and are easily triggered this may not be the article for you!!!!
As I write this blog I am one week away from the 8 year anniversary of the night I intentionally overdosed on heroin. I began using heroin at the age of 12 when I was kicked out of my home for fighting back against my abusive stepmother.
It Started Early
From the age of 6–12, I lived with my Dad my Stepmom and her children. For the first three years, I was physically beaten and sexually molested by my Stepmom and my 2 older stepbrothers. I put an end to that when I threatened to cut one of their dicks off if I saw it again. The beatings went on for another 3 years until I fought back at which time my Dad, who allegedly knew nothing about it, kicked me out.
I am from right outside Camden, NJ and this is the winter of 1986. I had already had a budding relationship with alcohol and had already experimented with IV cocaine use, so I was already kind of familiar with the drug scene. When I first did heroin though it was different.
Heroin was the warm, loving embrace that I had never had but wanted oh so much. I can not express to you in words the feeling of relief it blanketed me with. As the warm, soothing wave rolled over me I…
