Teenage Drug Abuse Really Screwed Up My Life

Teenage Drug Abuse

Teenage drug abuse is becoming incredibly common. These behaviors can ultimately lead to some major problems for these kids’ futures. In fact, many adolescent deaths are related to alcohol or drug usage. Teenage drug abuse can also lead to criminal activities such as rape, homicide or burglary. Some teenagers also consume drugs to relieve their anxiety and depression. If one of your kids begins to exhibit aberrant behavior or just outright avoid other family members, you certainly have a strong reason to be concerned. Believe me, I know.

I WAS one of these kids ten years ago. I hated my family, I hated myself and I hated my life. I was lonely, I had no friends and I was willing to do anything to get friends. That is why I turned to drug abuse. I ‘discovered’ kids that would pick me up if I had money and let me hang with them. The deal was that I would purchase marijuana with my money and then share it with everybody. Once we were out of drugs, I would be dropped off at home.

Things could have been worse if my family had a history of abusing drugs. Thankfully, I was spared from that. My vice was a lack of social skills. I was awfully shy and stayed to myself. As far as other kids were concerned, I was an alien from outer space. The only thing that brought me genuine happiness was hanging with the other kids. Or so it started that way. The only way to hang with the kids was to get high. And so, I got high!

Eventually, it grew to an all out addiction to marijuana. Things got so bad that I was stealing from my own Mother to acquire more ‘dope money’. I would steal rings and bracelets from her humongous jewelry box and sell them at the pawn shop. Some of those items were from India and held an intrinsic value to my Mom. But, I didn’t care.

The situation went from mere experimentation to total dependency on marijuana quite quickly. I found myself smoking dope by myself just to get high and experience the ‘euphoria’. Did my parents care? They sure did. They tried everything to keep me from marijuana. They did not let me bring friends over. They threw a fury anytime they found dope in the house. They tried to ground me. I just wouldn’t listen. I always found a way to get out of the house and get some dope. Whatever lie I could conjure, I would utilize to my advantage.

The goal of my entire life became to get high. And this led to me committing crimes. I would steal anything I could get my hands on. While working at Rallys, I once took over $300 in cash and got away with it. I wasn’t a dumb kid. I was quite bright and knew how to ‘hustle’ my way through a situation. I wasn’t afraid of anything anymore. If you got in my way, I would push you to the ground and step right over you. Nothing would keep me from getting high, NOTHING.

My near obsession with drugs, not to mention its dramatic effect on my mood, quickly led to failure at school. I went from straight As to Cs, Ds and even Fs. Eventually, it got to the point that I would sneak out of my classes and into the locker rooms to get high. I’d walce back into the classroom reaking of marijuana. The other kids would laugh and give me pats on the back. I felt like a real ‘baller’. I was cool. I was somebody. I was the dope-boy, the stoner, the wild-child. I wasn’t the geeky loser anymore.

One day, I was caught in the locker-room smoking a bag of dope. The cops were called, I was sent home and I was quickly expelled. My parents forced me into a GED class after finally getting over the shock of my actions. At this point, I was 17 and quickly approaching 18. The expulsion and GED class were not enough to deter my actions. In fact, the extra free-time allowed me even more chances to get high. While my parents were at work during the day, I would go outside onto our deck and get high right there in front of all my neighbors. Nobody ever saw me, or at least nobody ever said anything about it.

Fortunately, or unfortunately if perceived from my former juvenile perspective, the law finally caught up to me. Besides the expulsion, I also had to goto court. To this day, I am known as the worst kid who has ever walked into Judge Rush’s courtroom. I was rude, I was belligerent, I did not care that she was a judge. To me, she was just a mere vessel blocking my path. I would leave the courtroom cursing and slam the door behind me. Around mid-summer, the judge decided to send me to a 21 day boot camp. I laughed it off. Nobody could break me. Hah… how wrong I was indeed! Two hours into boot camp, I was in tears crying like a little baby. I had finally met my match… big, tall, sturdy and strong men and women with loud voices and a commanding presence. Unfortunately, boot camp did not stop my habits. It did, however, teach me respect. It taught me how to say “Thank You”, “I’m Sorry” and “Excuse Me”.

After boot camp, I was placed on juvenile probation for two months. During that time, I could not smoke or do anything illegal without risking being sent back to boot-camp. So, despite the urge, I restrained myself from dope. It was hard. I found myself home, alone and lonely again. I was right back where I started. Except this time, I had been kicked out of school, I had a juvenile record and I was a pothead. And, marijuana isn’t the only drug I have consumed. Marijuana led to me cocaine, acid, GHB, meth-amphetamines and last, but not least, cold pills. Even now, I am fighting back urges to use cold pills. The last time I used them was a few weeks before the beginning of 2007. My goal is to remain clean from them for the rest of the year.

Folks, the moral of this story is that teenage drug abuse is a serious problem. And, just disciplining your kids is not going to cut the cake. You have to look deep and recognize the real problem. For me, it was the loneliness and lack of a life. My parents didn’t seem to really care that I was lonely. They figured the computer and the television would keep me occupied. They just ignored it. And so, I had to find my own solution and that happened to be drugs.