He wouldn’t stop.
I had taken away car keys, had discussions with Charles, got an alarm to keep him in instead of an alarm to keep criminals out. I bargained, begged, prayed, researched, drug tested, bought a safe, installed spyware, went to counselors for advice, and did a family outpatient program. Once we ran out of resources here in Virginia, we sent our son away to a wilderness program and then a therapeutic boarding school.
Why couldn’t he just stop? Why was he doing this to us? Didn’t he know he could die doing all the drugs he was … Read more...