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We have been through so much in the past few days- Impeachment 2.0, attacks on our Capitol Building, people dying, attacks on our freedoms, raising numbers of deaths from Covid-19. Bad news around every corner. I am an optimist. I like to look on the bright side. I have to write about something positive even though I haven’t shared the details of our journey. A little background info may be helpful.
When my son arrived here after a 30 hour bus trip, he was angry, thin, depressed and exhausted but grateful to be able to breathe fresh air. Life behind bars gave him a new appreciation for freedom. Fair treatment was not always available. It was more the exception rather than the rule.
His anger stemmed from the fact that he was caught for his crime. He was angry that he was betrayed by so called friends trying to save their own rear ends. He had been loyal but now he took the fall. I felt as if I were living a Mafia movie. People really think in these terms? I just couldn’t relate.
Unfortunately, he received little to no rehabilitation during the ten or eleven months he was incarcerated. He remembers he has a taste for drugs and alcohol. He is and hopefully will stay drug free although he does enjoy having a cocktail. Most times a few more than one. That is addiction. I’m assuming that will be the way it remains for the rest of his life unless he can conquer the demons that lead him to numbing the pain in the first place. I can’t get him there. That’s way above my expertise. I truly believe addiction stems from some unresolved conflict that found relief when first introduced to its weakness whether that be drugs, alcohol, food, sex, or even shopping. Addiction is an escape for what ails you.
My son has gone through an amazing transformation since he came to my home to complete his sentence of house arrest and parole. He hadn’t had a drivers license for ten years due to a DUI. He was able to go through the process of earning it back with classes and a learners permit. That was a major accomplishment and quite a morale booster. He had convinced himself that would never happen. He got there step by step, a little at a time.
He had Hep-C. That was a sickening reality I had to face. He wasn’t concerned about it because he just didn’t care about his health or anything else. He didn’t care if he died from it. I cared. With many calls and much research we went through the process of public health. We went to the local health department. I am so grateful for that service. Felons are not able to have any help from the government medically or financially.(Although he did qualify for family planning and could get a vasectomy.)
Since he was on home confinement for several months, it was up to me to provide for him. I had already taken him to get an eye exam. He had lost his glasses and had no contact lenses in jail. He arrived with a pair of glasses that he had traded for a bag of chips. They only had one lens but at least he could see something! Any medical appointments or medications would be his responsibility to pay for. He had no insurance let alone an income. Private funding and donations made it possible for him to receive his two month supply of medication for the Hep-C. It was a God send. I couldn’t afford to pay for it. Mavyret, the medication that was prescribed to him cost $40,000. There is help for those who need it. He had no side effects or problems taking it and recovered fully with the prescribed treatment. Another step forward.
He was able to get counseling as ordered by the courts. His appointment was once a month by phone because of the pandemic. I believe it has been helpful although daily counseling occurred at home. Sometimes he listened to what I had to say and sometimes not. Typical. Although, I do believe he has greatly grown to respect what I have say.
At this point, I am going to try to be optimistic and believe the paragraphs that I had written after these will somehow reappear as I continue to learn this program. It was my final proofreading before I pushed the post button. So I am posting what I have written and not lost. I hope you have found some value in my words and I will continue the story on my future posts.
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