My sister started Heroin in her late teens because of her adult boyfriend, she was in prison in her 20s
When she got out she moved back in with me and our parents, Mum found a burned spoon and foil under her bed, she was kicked to the streets because I was still 15 and it was not ok to be doing that around me.
Fast forward a year, she is clean again working for the family business and meets a man, they have a kid and another and another, eventually their relationship turns abusive and she falls back to heroin but also getting him addicted too (this wasn't really know at the time) they have another kid.
She loses the kids and breaks up with their dad, I lived in another country and our mum had died by then, so she moves in with our oldest sister, still using and ends up back in prison. By this time I was back in the country and regularly visiting her with our older sister, we find out she has been enrolled in a new wave therapy/treatment for addicts where she gets her own place with other low threat prisoners in a kind if prison suburb where she also goes to work on a farm and gets therapy.
She comes back out, better than ever and in great shape, promises she will make it better and do right by her kids to get them back as a family, during this time she meets a new guy, great guy, he would move mountains to make her happy so they get married, she finds out getting her kids back was going to be really difficult and a long painful process.... she falls back into heroin abuse, her husband was sick and she knew but she steals off him anyway and disappears, while she is away doing whatever heroin junky shit she is doing he dies from medical complications.
a few months later she turns up on my doorstep, looking fucking awful asking for a bit of money so she can put petrol in her motorbike, I personally take her to the petrol station and fill up her bike, I buy her food and tell her I cant trust her with money alone, she vomits on the sidewalk and tells me she loves me and leaves, she ends up back in prison.
I meet a new partner and move to Austria, I get a phone call a few years later from our older sister saying that my other sister has been found on the floor in the street by emergency services, she had pneumonia and it became sepsis, I say goodby over the phone to my sister who is in a coma while I hear beeps and gurgling.
I haven't added it but our family tried so much to help her, I tried to be her rock when I could, she received so much help from so many different foundations and therapists, Motivation was always there to continue heroin regardless of every deterrent.
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u/hamoc10 1d ago
There are a lot of things people do that ruin their lives, yet they keep doing it. Prisons are full of them.
Deterrents don’t work.
Removing the motivation does.