Clean: Overcoming Addiction and Ending America's Greatest Tragedy
By David Sheff
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A myth-shattering look at drug abuse and addiction treatment, based on cutting-edge research
Addiction is a preventable, treatable disease, not a moral failing. As with other illnesses, the approaches most likely to work are based on science — not on faith, tradition, contrition, or wishful thinking. These facts are the foundation of Clean. The existing addiction treatments, including Twelve Step programs and rehabs, have helped some, but they have failed to help many more. To discover why, David Sheff spent time with scores of scientists, doctors, counselors, and addicts and their families, and explored the latest research in psychology, neuroscience, and medicine. In Clean, he reveals how addiction really works, and how we can combat it.
“A guide for those affected by addiction, but also a manifesto . . . for America as it confronts its drug problem. [Sheff] has performed a vital service by compiling sensible advice on a subject for which sensible advice is in short supply.” — New York Times Book Review
“As a journalist, father, and clear-eyed chronicler of addiction, David Sheff is without peer.” — Sanjay Gupta, M.D., chief medical correspondent, CNN
David Sheff
DAVID SHEFF is the author of several books, including the #1 New York Times best-selling memoir Beautiful Boy. His writing has appeared in the New York Times, the New York Times Magazine, Rolling Stone, Playboy, Wired, and many other publications. His ongoing research and reporting on the science of addiction earned him a place on Time magazine's list of the World's Most Influential People. Sheff and his family live in the San Francisco Bay Area. Visit David at DavidSheff.com, and on Twitter @david_sheff.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This was definitely one of the hardest books I've read this year, not because it was badly written but because the subject matter was very personal and not at all comforting like I hoped it would be. I'm not going to go into details in this book review but those of you who know me, know why I find this subject hard. It's something that I never would have guessed would affect me or anyone I care about, but who am I kidding, this is the 21st century. Addiction is more prevalent then ever.Prior to this book, I knew the concept behind addiction and thought I had it all figured out. Basically after reading this, I realized I know nothing on this subject. In my head, addicts were selfish people who didn't know when enough was enough and tore their family and friends lives to pieces in their selfish downward spiral. Clearly, I have a very old fashioned way of thinking, I had never once considered addiction a "real" disease.Author, David Sheff, does a marvelous job of outlining addiction (why we use, the disease, drugs and alcohol in our culture, etc.), and ways to get addicts clean (he describes dozens of different treatments, not everyone can get clean the same way) and stay clean. David has a lot of experience dealing with addiction, his son Nic spent years addicted to hard drugs and later wrote the book, "Tweak." David Sheff outlines the struggles of dealing with addiction as a family in his first book, "Beautiful Boy" ("Clean" is his second novel).Some interesting facts and tidbits that I took away from this book:1. Comparing money spent on cancer and AIDS research as compared with addiction research = "the total spent on AIDS is $3 billion - or $3,000 per infected person. We spend $29 per addict." (page 290)2. "In Vancouver, at a supervised injection site called, Insite, drug users are given not only clean needles but a safe place to shoot up and stay while they're high... A series of studies has shown that Insite is effective at getting addicts into treatment, lowering crime in the neighborhood, and reducing the number of overdoses and illnesses from drug use." (page 302)3. In Portugal the government decriminalized the possession and use of all drugs - not only marijuana but heroin, cocaine, and the rest. Drugs are still illegal, but users caught with small quantities aren't sent to jail. Instead they face a panel consisting of a psychologist, social worker, and legal adviser who recommend appropriate treatment... A study found that five years after personal possession was decriminalized, illegal drug use among teens had declined, rates of new HIV infections had dropped and the number of people seeking treatment for drug addiction had more than doubled. Prior to the change in policy, Portugal had one of the highest rates of drug use in Europe, afterward, it had one of the lowest." (pages 303-304)4. "A majority of patients who enter treatment never complete it. Among those who do, 40 to 86 percent relapse in the first year." (page 17)5. "The stigma associated with drug use - the belief that bad kids use, good kids don't, and those with full blown addiction are weak, degenerate, and pathetic - has contributed to the escalation of use and has hampered treatment more than any single other factor."(page 25)6. Addiction IS a disease. " A disease is "an interruption, cessation, or disorder of a body, system, or organ structure or function," according to "Stedman's Medical Dictionary. It's "a morbid entity ordinarily characterized by two or more of the following criteria: recognized etiologic agents, identifiable group of signs and symptoms, or consistent anatomic alterations." Addiction fits every one of these criteria." (page 89) Addicts aren't weak, selfish, or amoral - they're ill.7. "Researchers have found that if a person makes it to two years [being sober], his likelihood of relapse diminishes dramatically, and after five years, most addicts will continue to stay sober." (page 266)Sorry I got a little wordy on the statistics, but those are only just a handful of what you can discover in this book, I learned soo much. I learned how complex addiction is and how hard it is to treat. This is an absolute MUST read, a real eye opener, and very present in our society as we reflect on the United States failed drug war.
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Clean - David Sheff
Contents
Title Page
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Author’s Note
Preface
America on Drugs
This Is Your Brain on Drugs
This Is Our Nation on Drugs
Why We Use
Everybody Does It
Helping Kids Grow Up
When Drug Use Escalates
Use Becomes Abuse, and Abuse Becomes Addiction
Addicts Aren’t Weak, Selfish, or Amoral—They’re Ill
Don’t Deny Addiction, Don’t Enable It, and Don’t Wait for an Addict to Hit Bottom—He Could Die
Intervention
Getting Clean
Finding Treatment
Detox
Staying Clean
Beginning Treatment
Primary Treatment
Treating Drug Problems with Drugs
Where Does AA Fit In?
Treating a Chronic Illness
Treating Dual Diagnosis
Relapse Prevention
Ending Addiction
The Future of Prevention and Treatment
Fighting the Right War
Epilogue
The Clean Paradigm in Twelve Steps
Afterword
Appendix: Just Say Know
Acknowledgments
Notes
Index
Sample Chapter from BEAUTIFUL BOY
Buy the Book
About the Author
Connect with HMH
First Mariner Books edition 2014
Copyright © 2013 by David Sheff
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Sheff, David.
Clean : overcoming addiction and ending America’s greatest tragedy / David Sheff.
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Includes bibliographical references and index.
ISBN 978-0-547-84865-5 ISBN 978-0-544-11232-2 (pbk.)
1. Substance abuse—United States. 2. Addicts—Rehabilitation—United States. 3. Substance abuse—Physiological aspects. I. Title.
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This book includes information about a variety of topics related to the treatment and prevention of addiction and the treatment of mental illness. The ideas, procedures, and suggestions contained in this book are not intended to replace the services of a trained professional. All matters regarding the diagnosis and treatment of addiction and mental illness require medical supervision. This book does not endorse or recommend any specific treatment program or facility. The author and publisher disclaim responsibility for any adverse effects resulting directly or indirectly from information contained in this book.
To those afflicted with addiction, to their loved ones,
to those we’ve lost to this disease,
and to those working to prevent addiction and treat the addicted
And to Karen Barbour
Author’s Note
Over the years I researched Clean, many people afflicted with addiction and many of their family members bravely shared their stories. Some spoke under the condition that I use only their first names or pseudonyms and change details that would identify them or their loved ones. Named or not, I’m deeply grateful to them all for their willingness to speak to me and their desire to help others in their straits. Similarly, I report on visits to inpatient and outpatient treatment programs, sober-living residences, and other facilities that, in some cases, allowed me onto the premises only under the condition that neither they nor their patients be identified.
Preface
THE VIEW THAT DRUG use is a moral choice is pervasive, pernicious, and wrong. So are the corresponding beliefs about the addicted—that they’re weak, selfish, and dissolute; if they weren’t, when their excessive drug taking and drinking began to harm them, they’d stop. The reality is far different. Using drugs or not isn’t about willpower or character. Most problematic drug use is related to stress, trauma, genetic predisposition, mild or serious mental illness, use at an early age, or some combination of those. Even in their relentless destruction and self-destruction, the addicted aren’t bad people. They’re gravely ill, afflicted with a chronic, progressive, and often terminal disease.
People also believe that addicts can’t be treated; at best, they can muster their willpower and manage their compulsion for a short time. But while it’s true that addicts who seek treatment are seldom cured, their disease is treatable when we reject the pseudoscience, moralizing, and scare tactics that characterize the current system. The disease of addiction can be prevented, and when we treat it the way we treat other diseases, those in its thrall can be freed to live long, full, healthy lives.
The mission of Clean is to describe the scope of America’s drug problem and explain how and why we’ve failed in our efforts to combat it. I show why we must waste no time in rejecting the existing paradigm that got us into this catastrophic mess. I provide scientific evidence that will change the way we think about drugs and addiction. Finally, and most important, I present the hopeful news that we can now effectively prevent drug use and treat addiction. When we do, we do more than help those with drug problems and their families. We also start to remedy America’s single greatest problem, one that affects almost every other problem you can name—the quality and availability of health care, the national and international economic crisis, poverty, spousal and child abuse, suicide, U.S. competitiveness in the world economy, property crime, violence, shattered families, decimated neighborhoods, and many others.
As a young child, my firstborn son, Nic, was happy and excited about everything, kind and sincere and funny. Parents like me monitor external barometers to tell us how our kids are doing, and according to those, as Nic grew older, he did well. He had friends; he was a good student, an athlete (on the varsity swim and water polo teams), and a lauded student journalist. Most important, he seemed so joyful. But, beginning when he was twelve years old, he was also using drugs, initially smoking pot.
A decade later, I still look back and ask, How did it start? How does it start for any of our children, our husbands or wives, partners, parents, siblings, friends—for anyone who becomes addicted? Nic says he tried drugs because he was curious, and everyone seemed to be using, at least, everyone who was cool.
When he tried them, he felt fantastic. He used more and then more. He graduated from high school, but he also graduated to other drugs. He began college but didn’t last long there. Instead, he became homeless, sleeping in cars, abandoned buildings, and city parks. He lied to his family and stole from us. He took pills (psychedelics, ecstasy, uppers, downers), used cocaine, and—inconceivably to me—began shooting heroin, crack, and crystal meth.
I wrote about the years our family lived through his addiction in the book Beautiful Boy. Readers of it and of Nic’s own books—a pair of memoirs, Tweak: Growing Up on Methamphetamines and We All Fall Down—know many of the gory details. Over the course of a hellish half a dozen years, Nic dealt drugs, was beaten up, and was wanted by the police. Once, a doctor informed him that he would probably have to amputate Nic’s arm because it had become infected after Nic shot heroin and crystal meth. (Miraculously, the doctor was able to save it.) There were many times when Nic nearly died. I’d think, This cannot be happening to my son. Not to Nic. I thought he’d be protected by his intelligence, his education, us—his family. Nic didn’t look like the addicts I’d see on the streets. I’d walk by those hollow-eyed, trembling wraiths and avert my gaze. I thought it was impossible that Nic would become one of them, but he did.
The experts say that addiction is a family disease. For a long time, I didn’t understand what that meant. When Nic became addicted, I thought he was the one with the problem. He was the one who needed help. But my son’s addiction wasn’t destroying only him. It was destroying our family. It was destroying me. I couldn’t function. I couldn’t work, couldn’t take care of the rest of my family. Nic repeatedly disappeared—a day and a night, two days, a week—and I’d be out of my mind with worry. I couldn’t sleep. I did what parents who don’t know where their children are do. I called the police, the hospital emergency rooms. One time, when I called the local sheriff’s office looking for Nic, an officer asked, Mr. Sheff, have you tried the morgue?
I was in a state of unrelenting, immobilizing panic. As I described it in Beautiful Boy, I became addicted to Nic’s addiction. How could I not? My son was mainlining drugs—as I wrote, shooting poison into his arms, arms that not that long ago threw baseballs and built Lego castles, arms that wrapped around my neck when I carried his sleepy body in from the car at night.
For the sake of Jasper and Daisy, our younger children, my wife, Karen, and I carried on as normally as possible. They were not only confused and intensely worried about their big brother but also traumatized by their parents’ distress. When Jasper watched Nic being arrested, he was inconsolable. Back when she was in grade school, Daisy wrote about her childhood for a homework assignment. I was born into a latticework of lovely oceans and hunched shadowed vampires tangled together in an inseparable knot. Most of what I remember about being little is marvelous, with my two wise brothers carrying me upon their shoulders.
But then everything sort of flipped over. Nic was tired and slinking and then he was gone. My strong pillar parents crumbled.
During those hellish years, I tried everything I could to help Nic. I brought him to therapists and counselors and Twelve Step meetings and checked him into residential treatments, halfway houses, outpatient programs, and more, but his addiction worsened. In family groups and at the Al-Anon meetings I attended, I heard other parents with stories similar to mine. In most cases, nothing had helped their children either. Even worse, when treatment failed, their kids were blamed—they were too weak, weren’t committed enough to staying sober, didn’t pray hard enough. I also learned that despite how bad it was for us, we were among the lucky ones. Nic survived; many people’s loved ones didn’t.
Eventually I learned that only a minority of those who are addicted are successfully treated. How bad is the current addiction-treatment system? Tom McLellan, a preeminent addiction researcher, knows as much about addiction as anyone in the world. Yet despite that, his two sons became addicts. I was the addiction expert,
says McLellan, founder of the Treatment Research Institute and former deputy director of the Office of National Drug Control Policy in the Obama administration. "But I didn’t know what to do. I asked my colleagues—they’re experts—and they didn’t know what to do." Groping his way through the dark, desperate to help his sons, McLellan did all he could. He had access to the best care possible, but it wasn’t good enough. One son is now in recovery, but his younger son died of an overdose of benzodiazepines and alcohol.
Why are we so inept at preventing drug use and keeping early use from progressing to abuse? Why can’t we treat most of those who become addicted? A decade ago, I set out to find answers to these questions. More important, I wanted to find a better way to prevent our children—all people, but kids are the most vulnerable—from using and help the addicted get and stay clean.
I learned as much as I could about the physiology and psychology of addiction, its prevention, and its treatment from researchers who have devoted their lives to these subjects. I took into account their opinions and consensus (when there was a consensus) and research that came to conflicting conclusions. I interviewed clinicians and watched them work. I visited emergency rooms and doctors’ and therapists’ offices. I toured inpatient and outpatient rehabs and sat in on a wide variety of treatment sessions led by therapists of countless stripes. I also attended Twelve Step meetings—AA, NA, Al-Anon, and others. I went to dangerous neighborhoods defined by drugs, destroyed by them. I went to meetings where parents agonized about the drugs flooding into their towns, and to drug-prevention assemblies in school cafeterias. When I left one assembly, I turned a corner and ran into a dozen kids smoking weed under a stairwell.
Sometimes I gleaned the greatest wisdom from addicts themselves. I interviewed many, observed them, commiserated with them. I met with them after they relapsed. I met with them in the middle of relapse. I met addicts who had been clean for days, or months, or years. Some were on the streets—vagrants, derelicts—and some in prison. Some carried on full lives—working, parenting, and in every other way functioning despite their dependence on heroin or crack. I also got to know their families—traumatized parents, children, spouses, and siblings.
The combination of research, expert opinion, and personal stories resulted in volumes of interview transcripts, notes, and articles from medical journals and the lay press; cardboard boxes and gigabytes full of them. I analyzed them over months and then years, slowly distilling them, identifying what had gone wrong. But although the system was, and is, indisputably broken, I found, hidden in corners, little-known but effective prevention and treatment programs. I found psychologists, psychiatrists, and therapists who are implementing lifesaving treatments. And I found researchers who are advancing the understanding of drug use and addiction and, based on their findings, developing and putting into practice prevention and treatment strategies that dramatically improve the chances that children will grow up drug-free and that addicts will be successfully treated.
Clean is a synthesis of what I learned, presented in a way that I hope will prove useful to all of those who are concerned about America’s drug problem and want to do something about it. Moreover, I believe the approach put forth in this book will be a revelation for those afflicted with addiction and for their families. It will be particularly revelatory for those who’ve been told that there’s only one way to get and stay clean, and for the many, many people who haven’t been helped by the current treatment system and who were told that it was their own fault.
Addicted Nation
Almost 80 percent of America’s children under eighteen have used alcohol, and half have smoked marijuana or tried other drugs. No one who tries drugs thinks he’ll become addicted. True, some people can smoke pot or take a drink once, and that’s it—they stop or use moderately. For others, however, drug use steers life inexorably toward tragedy. It’s a cliché to say that addiction is an equal opportunity affliction, but it’s worth repeating. Your education, safe neighborhood, good income, strong family—whatever you think will protect you—guarantees nothing.
The devastation begins with the more than twenty million people who are currently addicted to drugs (throughout this book, when I speak of drugs, I include alcohol, one of the many addictive substances). Many of them suffer a lifetime of physical and mental anguish and many die young. Indeed, drugs now kill more people than any other non-natural cause. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) has tracked a doubling of drug-related deaths since the early 1980s. Every day drugs kill over 365 Americans, more than any other preventable health problem. Approximately 135,000 deaths a year in the United States are directly attributed to drugs, but that doesn’t take into account the more than 100,000 additional fatalities that are caused by drugs but counted as suicides, homicides, automobile and other accidents, heart attacks, pulmonary disorders, strokes and cerebral hemorrhages, hepatitis and other infections, HIV/AIDS, liver disease, kidney disease, septicemia, and on and on.
Approximately one in twelve Americans over the age of twelve is addicted to drugs. In addition to the deaths it causes, substance abuse leads to more illnesses than any other preventable health condition. Addiction is more prevalent than cancer, stroke, HIV/AIDS, or Alzheimer’s disease. Drug abuse and addiction overwhelm America’s health-care system; hospitals regularly treat drug overdoses as well as automobile accidents, illnesses, and other life-threatening crises caused by drugs. Indeed, drugs are linked to more ER visits and hospital admissions than any other single cause—4.6 million of them in 2009, the most recent figure available. That was an 81 percent increase over 2004.
Drugs are also the number one cause of crime. People who are either high or seeking money for drugs are involved in more than half of all burglaries. More than half of America’s federal prison inmates today are in on drug convictions. In 2010, 85 percent of the U.S. prison population were incarcerated for crimes committed while under the influence of alcohol or other drugs; crimes committed to get money to buy drugs; or crimes involving alcohol or drug law violations. Almost 80 percent of kids in the juvenile justice system are there because of problems related to their substance abuse. Drugs are involved in from one-half to three-quarters of all incidences of violence, including child abuse, spousal abuse, homicides, rape, and close to 100 percent of date rapes. Drugs are at the center of myriad other social problems. It’s estimated that at least 60 percent of homeless people suffer addiction, which often occurs along with mental illnesses. Drugs have broken up an incalculable number of families and devastated neighborhoods everywhere.
The total overall cost of drug abuse in the United States exceeds $400 billion a year, mostly in health-care and crime-related costs and lost productivity. Looming in the future are the incalculable costs of a generation of kids growing up high. There’s much handwringing about America’s future competitiveness in light of the educational disparities between the United States and other nations, but we’ve ignored the fact that American teenagers use drugs at a higher rate than teens in any other country in the world. In this competition, the contest isn’t even close.
The Anguish of Addiction
The statistics describe only the scope of the problem, not the suffering, which is immeasurable. Over the past decade, I’ve felt the anguish and seen it in the hundreds of people I’ve met who were in agony because of their own or their loved ones’ addictions. I can often tell before they say a word. Their faces show me the hell they’ve endured. Some can barely get out a syllable before they break down in tears. As best they can, they tell their stories. I’ve also heard from thousands by mail and e-mail, and more write every day. In a typical week, a mother described her son as the latest sacrificial lamb
; drunk and stoned, he was killed in a head-on collision. Another mother wrote, We knew K. smoked a little marijuana, but that was the extent of it as far as we knew. The coroner said there was marijuana, cocaine and heroin in her system. She went from the most loving child to someone I didn’t recognize, and then I lost her.
My 19 year old daughter died last month,
her father wrote. I loved her with every ounce of me. The world lost an angel. My life is shattered.
My precious son died of a drug overdose eight months ago,
wrote Kathleen Kelly, a professor at Colorado State University. He was 24 years old. He got addicted to Oxy and when he couldn’t afford it anymore he went to a less expensive opiate—heroin. . . . He hated being an addict.
Kathleen sent photographs of her son, Austin. In one, he was pictured with two friends. All three boys in the photograph are dead of overdoses. First Ben, then Jackson, and now Austin.
Not all of the letters are from parents whose children have not survived. One man described the vigil that many parents know too well. It’s only a matter of time. I can barely breathe as I write this. Every time the phone rings my heart stops. ‘This is it,’ I know. ‘This is the call. He’s dead.’
A mother said, My daughter started with abusing inhalants, then marijuana, and has confessed to taking pills—Adderall, Valium, and ones I haven’t heard of. She is 14 years old. My husband and I placed her into a treatment center. . . . She came home and was okay for two months, then she didn’t come home one night when she was supposed to be here. We got a call from the hospital. She had overdosed and is in a coma. I’m writing from her room in the hospital. I look up at her blank face. Her chances are 50-50.
A father wrote about his beautiful, intelligent, talented, and charismatic
son, who was, he said, on his third attempt at staying clean. He tricked us, snuck out, and scored, and we don’t know where he is. Is he alive or dead? All I can do is worry. My son’s addiction has destroyed my marriage and estranged me from the rest of my family. I live, pretty much, in isolation. All I want is my son back.
Children write too. One letter began, I was my parents’ beautiful girl. I’ve taken pills since I was 15. I tried to kill myself by taking twenty Valium, but it didn’t work. You’d think that would get me to stop [using], but not me.
Another woman wrote of her addicted husband: He’s not the man I married. He won’t even stop for our three- and seven-year-old children. He’s a good man, a good husband and father. But he goes on benders and we don’t see him. I know he tried crack at least once. He’s been in rehab three times. They say to throw him out and close the door, but he is the father of my children.
A letter from a thirty-seven-year-old woman addicted to heroin, written in tiny, shaky script on tissue paper, came in the mail: If not for the curse of addiction,
she wrote, I would not have a heart locked up tight in my chest, afraid of opening it for anyone. My children have been taken from me, to be raised by someone else, and I have to live with that agony every day of my life. I suffer through the knowledge that I caused them immense pain, and caused them to be fearful of trusting and loving and that I took from them the one thing that all children deserve, a feeling of security and knowing that no matter what is happening in the world, there is one place of safety and that is their home.
She concluded, I am so sorry for the things I have done, and I live with so much regret—sometimes so much that I feel like I can’t face another day.
These letters communicate an infinitesimal fraction of the suffering that millions endure every day. If this were a problem that couldn’t be solved, I’d be devastated but resigned. Instead, I’m filled with rage, because the suffering and death can be prevented. How? It begins with an understanding of the precepts that underpin Clean.
1. Most drug use isn’t about drugs; it’s about life.
Our prevention and treatment efforts have failed mostly because they’ve focused on dealing with drugs themselves, but drug abuse is almost always the result of kids starting to use early, genetics, and other problems—stress, trauma, mental illness, or some combination of these factors. The new paradigm is rooted in recognizing that drugs are a symptom, not a cause, and whatever problems underlie them must be (and can be) addressed. Until they are, our prevention and treatment systems will continue to fail most people.
2. Addiction is a disease.
No one chooses leukemia, heart disease, or depression. Abusing drugs, however, appears to many to be a choice, and a reckless and selfish one. It’s not. The new approach is based on the fact—a fact I’ll prove categorically—that addiction is a disease. Serious illness is always frightening, but it’s a relief to understand that it’s not a person’s fault if she is addicted. Perhaps more to the point, blaming the afflicted for their condition has led to decades of flawed treatment and policy. But the evidence clearly proves that addicts aren’t morally bereft or weak-willed. They’re ill.
3. This disease is preventable.
Given the scale of illicit drug use and abuse, the ineffectiveness of decades of anti-drug campaigns, and the failure of a war on drugs that has cost more than $1 trillion, most people assume that it’s impossible to prevent drug abuse. Parents, schools, communities, and the nation itself have initiated campaigns to stop drug use, but they’ve failed. However, we now know that prevention initiatives failed not because it’s impossible to stop people from using and abusing drugs, but because our efforts were misguided.
4. This disease is treatable.
Most people, including most addicts, assume that addiction can’t be treated. On their own or with help, sometimes by relying on the traditional Twelve Step program, some people have learned to manage their addiction and stop using. But many more haven’t. Many of those who had successfully stopped using relapsed, often repeatedly. Some early research indicated that addicts could never fully recover because drugs caused permanent brain damage. We’ve since learned that traditional treatments often failed not because of intractable brain damage, but because they were inadequate. (In fact, some were useless, and some were harmful.) However, a host of recent findings about how addiction works have led to the development of effective treatments, and more are coming. Adding to this promising news is evidence that most brains damaged by drugs can recover. Sufferers of addiction can be restored to health.
5. As with any other illness, the prevention strategies and treatments most likely to work aren’t based on tradition, wishful thinking, or faith, but science.
To date, prevention strategies have failed because they’ve relied on scare tactics and best guesses of what might work. When these efforts fail and drug use begins and escalates, desperate people who need treatment often wind up in the hands of charlatans, rip-off artists, or well-intentioned but incompetent practitioners. Once we understand that addiction is a disease and that it’s preventable and treatable, our course becomes clearer, because we have a model to follow. Just as there are proven prevention strategies that lower incidences of some cancers, diabetes, and heart disease, there are effective approaches to stop people from using drugs and nip early use in the bud, before it advances to full-blown addiction. And just as patients with other serious illnesses pursue the most effective treatments developed by science and tested in clinical trials, so too can addicts and their families.
6. Drug abusers and addicts can do more than get off drugs; they can achieve mental health.
As it’s defined by the National Academy of Sciences, mental health is more than the absence of disorder.
Usually those with addiction, particularly those who’ve used drugs since they were teenagers, live their lives in pain and confusion. Drugs impeded their emotional growth at the very time when they would have been learning to navigate the world, to develop close relationships, and to mature in other ways. With sobriety comes the opportunity of transformation and a fulfilling life.
These precepts may seem pretty straightforward, but like everything else related to addiction, each is complicated by nuance and variation. Yes, most drug use isn’t about drugs, but it’s often impossible to get to the root causes of addiction when a person’s using. Drugs mask and exacerbate other problems, so treatment must focus on stopping drug use even as it addresses whatever underlies or accompanies it. Yes, addiction is a disease, but it has characteristics that distinguish it from most other illnesses. Yes, it’s preventable, but given the myriad and complex reasons people use drugs, preventing use and abuse is a daunting challenge. Yes, it’s treatable, but for now there’s no cure. Yes, the treatments most likely to work are those based on science, but it’s not an exact science. This is the place where science meets people,
says Steve Shoptaw, psychologist in the department of family medicine at UCLA. Drug use, addiction, and mental illness are as complicated as people are. There are as many permutations as there are people, so there’s no one-size-fits-all solution. And yes, the lives of those with addiction can transform, but it can take time, and forward progress can be interrupted by setbacks. Still, healing is almost always possible.
Nothing makes it easy to prevent drug use or treat addiction, but the new paradigm presented in Clean makes it easier because it helps people understand what they’re up against; shows them how to navigate bewildering, treacherous waters; and guides them in planning the best possible course of action. When people follow this new path, they can avoid wasting effort and precious time. Ultimately, this model can take people through the most confusing, complicated, and devastating times that many will ever face. Confusion and despair can make way for clarity and hope. Addicts can lead full lives free from the pain that plagued them and the disease that controlled them.
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America on Drugs
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This Is Your Brain on Drugs
DRUG USE BEGINS INNOCENTLY enough. A child is handed a joint and takes a puff. He’s given a beer and has a sip. Some don’t like it and they stop. Many of them continue to use occasionally, and some use frequently. Some become addicted. So many of the stories about addiction begin the same way: He was a good boy
; She was a joy, moral and smart and funny and . . .
Of her son, Kevin, Jacqueline Periman says, He was my beautiful golden-haired angel child.
The earliest pictures of Kevin were taken in the hospital on the first day of his life: His mother, striking with long brown hair parted on the side, gazing into the blue of her son’s eyes. In a photo that takes my breath away, his head rests on his mother’s bare shoulder. Mother and child look serene, at peace.
Jacqueline grew up in West LA near Beverly Hills. She had two much older—older by nearly twenty years—brothers. I was kind of ‘oops.’
Looking back, she says that her childhood was surreal. In her home, it was considered normal for either of her brothers to be passed out drunk or stoned at the dinner table. Her mother mostly didn’t notice; she was devoted to the care of her husband, Jacqueline’s father, who was dying of Alzheimer’s disease.
We weren’t really raised,
Jacqueline recalls.
There were fights when one brother accused the other of stealing their father’s medication. Paramedics came and went. When Jacqueline called 911, the dispatcher would ask, Which brother is it now?
Alzheimer’s killed Jacqueline’s father and, later, her mother. When she was a teenager, one of her brothers was admitted to UCLA Medical Center after an accident. A doctor told her that he didn’t think he would make it. "I thought, Let’s get it over with." Her brother survived that time, but not for much longer. Six years later, he committed suicide. Soon after, her other brother died of cancer. Both brothers were high most of their lives.
Jacqueline earned a degree in anthropology at UCLA, where she fell in love with and married a fellow student. Her husband got his pilot’s license and a job at a regional airline and then with TWA and American. The couple moved to St. Louis, where she worked at the St. Louis University Hospital as a medical assistant in the ob-gyn department.
They had two children: Kevin, born in 1988, and Jill, born three years later. Jacqueline and her husband divorced in 1996, when the children were eight and five.
Given her brothers’ addictions, Jacqueline worried about drugs and talked to her children about them. Kevin had asthma and so she was particularly appalled when she smelled marijuana on him when he came home one evening after playing with friends. He was twelve. What are you thinking?
He said what kids say: I just wanted to try it.
And she believed him. When she caught him drinking a beer, he told her the same thing, and she believed him again. She thought, Kids experiment.
Kevin read a lot and loved Legos and science; in the evenings, he’d stand mesmerized in the backyard looking through a telescope he’d built himself. He charted the planets and their moons. But then he became an adolescent and all that stopped. He seemed tired all the time. He was surly, and sometimes Jacqueline thought he might be depressed. She brought him to see a psychiatrist, who diagnosed him with ADD and noted that Kevin might also have bipolar disorder. He prescribed Depakote.
Kevin became different, he drifted away from me,
Jacqueline says. He was thirteen when she discovered that he had taken pills from her medicine cabinet. When she confronted him, he again said he was curious. She said: You have no idea how dangerous this is. You should have asked me if you were curious.
Before they divorced, Kevin’s parents had moved to a neighborhood in Chesterfield, Missouri, because it was reputed to have a good school district. Kevin attended Parkway Central High. She began hearing rumors from other parents that she found absurd: that her son had become the cocaine king
of Chesterfield County. She confronted him. Kevin was adamant in his denial. You know I’d never do anything like that.
At home, a watch disappeared. A silver bracelet. Both were family heirlooms.
In their upper-class neighborhood late one night, there was gunfire, and Jacqueline ran for her children in their beds, threw them onto the floor, and held them down. It took a while for her to realize that it was their house being shot at. All the basement windows were blasted out.
The next day the police came and arrested Kevin. They found a cache of drugs. He was charged with possession and dealing. He was also charged with burglary. He’d broken into a car and stolen weapons—a crossbow and a sniper rifle.
Kevin was released pending trial. One night, he slipped out, and when he came home he was sort of crazy—paranoid, anxious.
Jacqueline learned he’d taken methamphetamine. It was already terrible by then, but everything got worse.
Once, he held his mother hostage in her room for hours, pacing. She tried to leave and he knocked her down. Finally he became calmer, and she wept and said he had to go into a hospital, but he said no, he knew he was messing up, and he’d stop. She searched his room and found spoons, needles, plastic bags with yellowish powder in them, cut-up 7-Up cans, and pens without cartridges. Soda cans and pens can be used as makeshift pipes for smoking marijuana, crack, and other drugs.
Kevin’s court date came. A judge sentenced him to nine months in jail for three felonies, including dealing and the theft of the rifle and crossbow. He served the time. After that, Jacqueline says, Everyone felt he should get out of Missouri, away from his drug-using friends, and we sent him to LA to be with his grandparents.
She thought that maybe things would be okay. But his grandfather, a psychiatrist, discovered that someone had been stealing prescription pads, and there were missing checks.
Jacqueline pleaded with Kevin: This has to stop. Remember your uncles. You have good grades. You can go to college.
His grandparents couldn’t handle him and sent him back. She met him at the airport and was horrified. He was wired, grinding his teeth, emaciated. What could I do? I didn’t know.
She brought him home. I just tried to figure it out, talked to people, asked for help. Even at the hospital where I worked, no one knew what to tell me. He’d go out. Was I supposed to sit on him twenty-four-seven? I couldn’t. I’d tell people, try to get help.
He turned eighteen, which meant that she had even fewer options, because at that age in most states, children can no longer be forced by their parents to go into treatment—they have to sign themselves in. One day, she found more drugs. Baggies. Small crystal rocks—probably cocaine or meth. Suboxone. She went to him and begged him to check into the hospital, but he refused. He locked himself in the bathroom. She called to him but he didn’t answer. She waited twenty minutes. A half an hour. An hour. I worried that he could die, so I called 911.
Cops arrived. The shower was on but they heard cabinets closing. The police told Kevin to come out. When he didn’t, they told him to back away from the door because they were going to kick it in. They did. Kevin was on the floor stuffing drugs—cocaine—and paraphernalia into a cabinet. They took him away.
Jacqueline went to work, and that afternoon she was paged and told that her son was downstairs. He’d just been arrested. How could he be downstairs? He’d apparently called her ex-husband, who bailed him out. She went downstairs as hospital security guards were escorting him out of the building.
Jacqueline says, I’m bawling. He’s out there, ‘I wanna come home! Mom!’ Screaming for me. ‘Mom!’
She shook her head no, and he left.
Soon Kevin was back in jail, but he was released when his father paid his bail again. Jacqueline helped him get into a youth hostel. She’d meet him for breakfast at a restaurant. He had a job, made some money, and began seeing a girl. He seemed happy, Jacqueline says. And that’s what we want for our kids.
Shortly after he turned twenty-one, he moved with his girlfriend to LA. He and Jacqueline talked on the phone and texted for a while, but when Kevin stopped returning her calls and texts, she knew. A week went by, two. A text appeared on her phone: I love you, Mom.
She left messages on his phone and sent texts. In every message and text, she told him that she loved him.
Kevin was in LA for four months before he was arrested again. He spent six months in jail, and then a drug court sent him to an inpatient rehab program. He called from there, sounding better. At the rehab, patients who did well were integrated into the surrounding community. Over the months, Kevin gained privileges—worked part-time, enrolled at Santa Monica College. He was discharged in the spring.
Jacqueline sent her son notes of encouragement. She sent notes from the family dog, Gryffindor, named after Harry Potter’s house at Hogwarts; Kevin had loved the J. K. Rowling books. But again she stopped hearing from him. When she did, she knew it was getting worse, he was going down down down.
He smoked pot, drank, used cocaine, bath salts (a so-called designer drug related to amphetamine), mushrooms, heroin, and, mostly, methamphetamine. Sometimes he would call—when he was stuck at a gas station, for instance—begging her to wire him money, which she refused to do.
She did send his grandparents money to buy him a cell phone for Christmas after his had been lost or stolen. She thought of it as a lifeline to him. She kept sending him messages. I love you. Again and again: I love you.
No response.
On the eleventh of February, 2012, the door of a nondescript apartment building in Los Angeles opened and a boy stumbled out into the empty gray street. He collapsed into a nearby bush.
A day later, Kevin’s grandmother received a telephone call. Some boy said he was a friend of Kevin. I want to offer my condolences,
he said. I’m sorry Kevin died.
What are you talking about?
His grandmother didn’t understand.
The boy said, You didn’t know?
She called Kevin’s father, who called Jacqueline.
She heard her ex-husband’s voice and knew.
There was a memorial service. There was an autopsy, and a toxicology report confirmed a long list of drugs in his body.
Jacqueline wrote me and said, I am trying to get some solace, some meaning from this crazy world. My life is shattered. I loved him with every ounce of me, I know he loved me too. The drugs won in the end.
Another note: I am on my way to LA for Kevin’s funeral. It has been 2 weeks today, and I still do not want to believe what has happened. I had a star named after him.
A week later: I have to do the hardest thing tomorrow, bury my son’s ashes. I am not ready to say goodbye.
Later: It is six weeks since he passed away. I still can’t believe he is truly gone. I have found a cemetery near my house that I go to on Sundays and just sit, sometimes write, and wonder why my son. My entire core aches. I keep looking for something that will connect me to him, but I can’t find it.
Another: Today is 9 weeks. It’s really bad. I am having a really hard time with the question of what happens to a person when he dies. I am driving myself crazy.
Sometimes Jacqueline writes to Kevin. Love you sweet boy, always and forever. I was numb this morning, then I could not stop crying. I love you so much. I can’t stop the tears. I wish I had a sweatshirt of yours that I could curl up in. Your blanket, anything.
Later she writes me: "For the first time I saw a young man that looked liked Kevin. He was crossing the street in