It Is Not As Bad As You Might Think
When I was using drugs, the idea that I might be an addict was a source of great shame. I wasn’t ashamed that I used drugs; that wasn’t my problem at all. No, I was ashamed that I’d lost control of my use, that I couldn’t quit when I wanted to, that I couldn’t handle the withdrawals.
I also didn’t want to be like “them”, you know: addicts, junkies. I wasn’t that sick, was I?
My use was out of control for a long time before I got help. I thought about getting help - but I didn’t want to say to my family: I am addicted to pain pills, and I need treatment. No way did I want my friends, or my job to find out. What would they think of me? How could I face everyone?
I feared the stigma of having “addict” all over my medical records too. Many of us know how doctors treat patients who are “drug seeking,” and I imagined it would be a hundred times worse if I was an admitted addict.
So I suffered, and I suffered some more. Finally, the suffering was worse than the shame (but only very slightly) and I decided to call for help.
What Was It Like?
Amazing. And scary, but not shameful. In fact, the health care professionals I’ve worked with throughout my addiction recovery - from doctors to therapists to research coordinators - have been some of the most respectful, kind and empathetic people I’ve ever known. It was among these people that I first began to really understand that my addiction is a medical problem, not a moral problem.
By the time I decided to get help, I knew I wanted to try Suboxone treatment. This meant I needed a diagnosis of “opioid dependency,” which required meeting with a doctor. My doctor was an addiction specialist, and he was so non-judgmental that it was a relief just to talk to him.
The first appointment was just me answering a lot of questions about my drug use. That was the scary part, but it was also really eye-opening. The questions were like:
- What kinds of drugs are you using?
- How much?
- How often?
- Do you ever drive when you’re high? (That was a big slap upside the head for me, I’m sad to say.)
- Do you do anything illegal to get your drugs?
- Do you hide your use from others?
- Does your drug use effect your job? Your social life?
By the end of that interview it was abundantly clear to me that I was addicted to pain pills. It was also clear that I wasn’t being judged for my problem, no one was going to slap a scarlet A on my chest and expose my faults to the world. I was among people who both wanted to help me and had the means to do so. I made an appointment to come back in a couple of days for my first dose of Suboxone.
When I arrived for my “induction” (that’s what they call it when you start Suboxone treatment) I was in moderate withdrawals as I hadn’t used in about 30 hours. I felt pretty crappy indeed, but hopeful too.
My doctor told me how to put the pill under my tongue and let it dissolve. I started with half of an 8mg pill, and went to sit by myself in the lounge and read a magazine. The taste was bitter and I wasn’t used to holding anything under my tongue like that, but my word…that first dose of Suboxone was a revelation.
Within 20 minutes my nose stopped running, my legs weren’t aching, no yawning, no coughing, no stomach cramps. It was like this huge wave of relief washed through my body. By the time I took the other half of my dose and walked out of the doctor’s office, I felt normal.
All day long, I felt normal - by which I mean good. I felt like myself, a feeling I hadn’t experienced in a long while. I had no cravings. I didn’t feel euphorically high, but I was in a good mood.
I went to work that day, and the next, and the next. I was able to fulfill all my family obligations and I even had the energy and inclination to do fun stuff on the weekend. It wasn’t perfect, but it was close enough. And I didn’t have to tell anyone what I was doing unless I wanted to.
I remember feeling sorry that I’d waited so long to get help once I realized what getting help would be like. I’m not saying that I took Suboxone and lived happily ever after. But Suboxone has given me the stability to sort out the mess that I made of my life, and to work on healing my body and my spirit. It also reminded me of how good it feels to be clear-headed and in control - now I don’t want to risk losing those things ever again.
What About You?
So what are you waiting for? There really is no need to suffer more, or for your addiction to progress further before you make the call and ask for help. Believe me, if I could do it, so can you.



