I’ve never read that article, will do now. Nursed my brother through the arse end of detox (
head decided to cold turkey booze and weed, it was 36 hours when he finally rang me) and holy
duck, it was enough to make me never drink another drop. Half my family are addicts so I was already playing a dangerous game anyway.
The only person getting anything done around the house was me, cleaning up bodily fluids, hiding anything that he could hurt himself/me with, hiding anything that was freaking him out, clearing the bedroom of nowt but a bed so I could barricade him in there safely when he was super paranoid, I could go on.
He sure as
tit wasn’t skipping about the joint and whilst managing/witnessing it was fairly traumatic, I bloody glad he rang me because it could have gone sideways in so many ways that it doesn’t bare thinking about.
To add - he doesn’t care if I go into vague details like this, there are far worse stories from when he was using