Thursday, November 17, 2016

Making Sense of the Incomprehensible

Wednesday nights I meet with teen addicts. These are kids who are using drugs and maybe some alcohol to alter their reality for some reason or another. This week’s session was eye popping; I missed the previous week due to family medical reasons; at that meeting one patient ‘graduated’, and three new youth joined the group; this week two more joined in. We now are working with 10 young people.

They are all intelligent. They come from good homes, mostly stable, some divorced parents, but decent household incomes and hopes for the future. But they are using drugs. Some have been caught by law enforcement and are in the program by court decree. Others were corralled by their parents and placed in the program. Most have been nabbed in a serious drug induced state or near death moment; those have been relegated to lock-down rehab facilities in another northern Illinois city. From there they come to our rehab program.

Making some sense of their individual circumstances is not easy. What led them to their use of drugs? Why did they persist in their use of drugs? Do they see where this may lead – their impairment, physical decay, or death? Do these ends alarm them in any way? And if they are alarmed, do they willingly display the alarm?

Who is in denial here? The patients, the staff, the family, the courts or society at large?

That’s a good question. And although many answers are quickly offered the truth is that no one has the real answer at any one time. This is a crap shoot most of the time. We don’t know for sure what we are dealing with because each patient is unique. Norms exist, we measure the state of their health both mentally and physically, and draw some conclusions from those indices. But in the main it is a person who strayed into the drug world for a reason.

What is the reason? How do we help them solve, placate or ease the reason enough for them to get on with their lives? That is what our volunteers are there for: help bridge the patients from rehab support to the real life outside so they can self sustain their lives with purpose and future.

In many cases the kids don’t admit they have a problem. You cannot build a bridge for them if they don’t recognize the shoreline exists. Or the gulf over which the bridge is to be built!

Parents are our allies but we never meet them. Our allegiance is with the kids. But parents are present in attitudes, fears, love and mistrust. The environment is heavy with the homes from which these kids come. And with good reason, because it is back to those homes these kids return to each night.

I told them this week that they keep me awake at night. My mind tries to piece together the reasons and logic of each kid. What makes him or her tick? Why do they act the way they do, did and will? Why the quiet, somber faces? Why the silly grins with no substantive comment? Withdrawal, too; and distracting antics at times. But oh so much pained silence. Like being in church when they don’t want to be. Very similar situation. They are there because an older person or authority said so. It is up to them to make sense of the interaction; or not. And mostly not.

In time – if they give us enough of it – most of the kids recover well enough to return home and school, finish high school, and begin their lives with a bit more purpose. Hopefully enough purpose to build an education of value and a career with utility and happiness included.

I would rather hope that they return to the real world as engaged, creative persons who build interesting and soul searching lives that matter to everyone else, mostly to their own credit. They have worth. They don’t know how to value that at this point in their life. But it is up to us to help them see life as a process and journey that only pays off when engaged and struggled with.

We learn about our inner selves under such circumstances. Me too; that’s why I do this volunteer work in the first place – not because I know, but because I need to. So do the kids need to experience this and process what they learn into their lives as a tool for successful living later on.

Well that sort of sums up what we do and why we do it. The results are not conclusive. Often they end in tragedy as a young life ends quietly one night. That leaves us wondering what we could have done differently. But the lesson is not lost on the survivors; they are sobered and contemplate the meaning. It is writ large on their face for all to see.

Not all of adult life is this laid out for us. Most of it is accidentally encountered, dealt with or ignored. We take from it what we can at the moment and move on to the next challenge.

These kids, however, don’t have the tools for that yet. Maybe next session?

November 17, 2016


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