“One of the things I’ve learned from having an addict for a son is that you never answer the phone in the middle of the night, it’s never good news. Yet I always remember clenching my phone, waiting for it to ring. After many attempts at treatment my son was arrested with his first felony after being stopped and found with heroin and needles in his car. This is when everything got real! Over nearly the next 10 years our lives were on a roller-coaster. My son was able to put together eight months of sobriety and I can honestly say that was the best eight months of my life. I really felt I had my son back. He was involved in the treatment program, had his friends over to meet me, and things were really great. It was the happiest I had seen him since he was a child. However, he made a choice to go off his prescribed medications and quickly relapsed. This started his experience with medically assisted treatment at the methadone clinic then: Suboxone, Subutex, you name it. All he did was continue to abuse these medications and I began slowly losing my son again. Altercations between us kept escalating forcing me to change the locks on my door and tell my son he was no longer welcome in our home.”