A memoir reveals the heartbreak of addiction.
As a recovering opioid of intravenous heroin addict of over 15 years, I have a deep interest in all aspects of addiction, especially its effects on the family. Becker provides a detailed account of just that; an intimate portrayal of the effects that her teenage son, Hunter’s, addiction has on her, her husband their two younger children.
The first portion of the memoir takes us through Hunter’s childhood with a fine-tooth comb as Becker, as a tender and loving mortician performing an autopsy on her own loved one, dissects every aspect of his nature, environment, their parenting decisions to find the elusive answer to the question most parents of addicts want answering, “Where did it go wrong?” This was frustrating for me, both as a reader and as an addiction’s counsellor, as there is no satisfactory or conclusive answer to this question.
She writes, “His inner self was perfect and complete to me, and this led me to normalise Hunter’s behaviour and discount warning signs.”
Warning signs? How does one separate “warning signs” from age-appropriate developmental behaviour?
Parents often want to blame themselves or pinpoint that exact moment when their child went from “normal” to addict. It’s impossible. Becker ploughs through and attempts to find that “tipping point”.
I was moved by Becker’s conflict as a mother to both instil boundaries to protect herself and the rest of her family and to protect her eldest son from himself. I felt exasperated at her inability to set and maintain more rigid boundaries but fully comprehended that her love for Hunter blurred those invisible lines.
She writes, “We were worn down by how ineffectual we felt, incapable of successfully enforcing any consequences we set for Hunter.”
I felt her frustration as she floundered in a bureaucratic system not prepared for what was to become an epidemic and so had to do much of her research and aiding of Hunter in finding recovery fumbling in the proverbial dark. The journey with Hunter attempting – and failing – to get clean was heart-wrenching, and his lack of remorse was devastating. Each time chipping away savagely at his family’s hope, trust and compassion.
“Here’s what I taught you, Mom,” I heard Hunter say. “You control nothing. That’s why I came.”
It could be every addict’s credo.
He alienates himself almost entirely from his younger siblings, and I think more could have been written about the impact it had on them but, in the same breath, what was written spoke volumes.
Becker writes well, candidly and from the heart, but I cannot say that the story gripped me. Perhaps it was something in the structure of the book that could have been different…
But I do believe that she has told a vitally important story that will resonate with many caught in the grips of a similar, if not, identical predicament, and offer some comfort and insight that people are not suffering in isolation.
Desiree-Anne Martin
Breakaway Reviewers received a copy of the book to review.