How Do I Get My Son Off Drugs?

We found our 21 year old son in his room wasted in alcohol and possibly drug. I have no knowledge in substance abuse. Is there anyone there that can give me an advice. Please help, I dont know what to do.

My fiance can’t drink because of some genetic disorder. He can only describe it in the words that I am about to describe it. He doesn’t know what to call it, he just knows he cant drink alcohol, because his body can’t metabolize the alcohol. He asked me to look it up for him, but I can’t unless I know what I’m looking for. He asked his mom, and she didn’t know either.

When he was 14, he got sick, so he took some Nyquil. It has 10% alcohol in the bottle, you know. He only took a half of the measuring cup for the dose. Three days later, in lunch at school, he doubled over in pain, in the general area of his liver. The pain lasted about twenty minutes, and the school nurse gave him aspirin for a stomach ache (not the brightest nurse). He got home and the pain came back. The pain got worse. His body temp went up (its already high to begin with, about 98.8), he started sweating. He began to vomit a dark chocolate colored metalic tasting substance. They took him to the hospital. The doctors gave him liquid charcoal, thinking he’d been poisoned. About an hour after arriving at the hospital, he threw up the dark metalic tasting stuff, this time followed by the charcoal as well. They took an ultrasound to see if they could see what was wrong with him, to see if there was visible damage. They saw abnormality on his liver. They ran a blood test to see if he’d been poisoned and his blood alcohol level was through the roof (.16) which is odd because he doesn’t drink. The doctors asked if he’d had anything to drink with alcohol and he mentioned the Nyquil. He said that he’d only had two tablespoons of Nyquil. The doctors said that his blood alcohol level was the equivalent of having drank 12 oz of jack daniels, which is extreme for a 14 year old. Back then, the formula for the giant family bottle of Nyquil contained %25 alcohol. The doctor asked his mom if her alcohol tolerance was high or low. she said it was low, to which the doctor explained that her son (my fiance) is allergic to alcohol.

What is this?
i asked what is this and i get yes?

and how does “home remedies” help?
Thanks frank! and trust me, i don’t cook with alcohol unless he’s not eating it!

my sons father passed away. he was originally in the hospital for pnemonia. they did a lot of different tests to determine the actual cause of death and ultimately they put as his cause of death “methamphetimine ingestion” he hadn’t used in three days and had eaten and slept. i dont understand why they put this as cause of death.
well, they did an autopsy and that came back undetermined and then they did a biopsy and thats when they decided with the meth thing. also he had been put on life support in the hospital and ultimatly his dad pulled the plug…wouldnt that have something to do with cause of death?
okay so if it is possible then HOW is it possible?

My son’s father is an alcoholic, and he has refused treatment, not wanting to make changes etc. So I left him. Well, we are learning that we really love each other. He wants it to work, and he has the passion. We are willing to go to mediation, because well he’s being an ass of a father, an ass to me. it’s going down, that either he get his act together, or me and his son are out of his life until he does. But I’m wondering, what if I do commit to helping with his problems, like going to counseling with him, helping him if he needs to go to rehab. Do alcoholics really turn around? Do they live a better life, or are they just constantly thinking about wanting a drink. Is it worth it, IF he does quit. Does anyone have any success stories, or any experience they can share with me

I am sitting here at the entrance way to Wal Mart making a fortune. I awoke this morning and my business skills ejected out of me like a roman candle. While Shopping for butter and Nair last night it dawned on me. Milk and Bread. This town needs more milk and bread. Theres snow in the forecast, plus most everyone loves, or is in love with milk and bread. For some reason, at the first sign of freezing rain or snow, old people around the globe spring to life, ready there check books ,and consume every last drop of cow juice and bread. I dont understand it,but im gonna profit off this lame stab at reversing old man winter.
I arrived at wally world this morning at 4am. I drug five shopping carts at once to the last isle. This is where I hear they keep the ever elusive whole milk. I want to focus on milk first because years of shopping has taught me to never put the bread under the milk.
I repeat, NEVER PUT THE BREAD UNDER THE MILK. This is not common sense, but a survival skill that cant be taught. You either have it or ya dont. Thankfully I ran into a cousin of mine that works at Wal Mart. His name is Danny Joe. Some of you may remember Danny from the Branch Dravidian reenactment. He was the guy mixing the poisoned kool-aid. He also was responsible for bring that Divine green bean casserole. He’s very religious. Religious people understand the milk and bread theory. They invented it. This is their bag, not mine. I purchase every last drop of whole cow juice they had, and made my way to the bread. I jammed 100 loaves of bread into my cart, purchased the junk, held some baby’s, shook some hands, and began setting up my booth outside Wal Marts entrance. I sold Milk for 10 dollars a gallon, and bread for 5 bucks a pop. Many people were pissed off, but what could they do. Did they wanna starve, or freeze to death from lack of milk and bread. No way Jose. They conformed, and spent there savings like and good christian would do. This is not to say my booth ran like a well oiled machine. A hour ago a elderly lady wrapped her pale tentacles around my throat, cussed me, and pissed her pants. She blamed me for wetting herself, and Im sure I looked guilty. It hurt my sales. I had one woman give me her child. She said “sir, I cant afford these prices, why is it so high.” “terrorist” i said ” terrorist are converging on our live stock and yeast deposits, Its drove prices sky high, I work for the FBI, They planted me here to make sure the citizens of american get their milk and bread”. “Well, all I have is 10 dollars” she said. ” you give me the ten dollars and that malnourished kid you got there, and I’ll hook you up with 2 gallons of cow juice an a loaf of Sara Lee.” How does that sound you penny pinching bitch” “my kid”she said. “yes, your first born will do fine” “look” i said. “I dont have all the time in the world” “without milk and bread all these Christians behind you will die from exposure.” “now, you wont be giving me your kid, you’ll be giving the little tike to the united states of American.” We’ll train the little devil to become a fighter pilot or milk and bread salesman like me” ” not a bed wetter or a walking digestive system like he’ll turn out if you continue with him” “OK, I guess your right” she said ” of course I am” And just like that I received my first illegal teeny bopper. She seem to have no real problem giving him up. She seemed relieved and proud her son would be a man of the state. A devotee to the betterment of human kind. Though, in reality, in the morning I plan on sending him to the Hell’s Angel corporate office in Santa Barbara California. You can get good money for blond headed children on the black market. It wont be that bad. He’ll probably end up in some coastal city in Asia toiling away in some dank factory. A good life experience. He’ll thank me one day.
Some people aren’t as luck as us. They might go without the essential dose of cow juice and bread. Blankets are not enough when flakes fall from the sky. The wood in the stove is meaningless unless your head first into a glass of whole milk. Bury your face and pray for bread ladies and gentlemen. The fat is in the fire, but what does this mean without milk or bread. It means your days are numbered. It means you should lie, cheat, and steal. Its means death without milk and bread. This could be the last thing you ever read. I beg each and everyone of you to go out and place your order for bread and milk. The very fabric and hemline of your soul depends on it. Go now. Go forth, like the wind my little ponies.–

My ex-husband is an alcoholic and I’m scared that my son would turn into one also. So, I’m looking for organizations or societies that might us be informed about alcoholism. I don’t want my son to be like his father. I want him to realize the consequences of abusing alcohol so that he would try to stay away from it. Please help me. I want to save my son.

My husband of 29yrs. was sniffing cocaine occasionally when I first met him. The past two yrs. it escalated to a one hundred a dollar a day habit. It had caused a lot of pain and financial hardships. I also have two children; a daughter 19 and a son 16. I hid this problem from his family and my children all these years. For fear of how they would be hurt and affected form this knowledge. I am 49yrs. old and have had enough! I told my children & his family the truth and at this time seeking a long overdue divorce. He is the only person that can help himself. I almost destroyed myself trying to help him. In fear of me divorcing him he actually quit! Slowly weened himself off. I know it will be temporary unless he get professional help. He also drank of course all theses years along with the cocaine. He was never sick a day in his life. Now he had developed ulcerated colitis and has been hospitalized 3 times and needed 3 blood transfusions. He has to continually have his blood count checked and is on steroids to control the bleeding plus other medication. My question is; is it possible that by stopping the cocaine use this could have any connection with his recent illness? I finally reached a time in my life where I have to think of myself & felt that my children could understand the situation with me leaving their father…and they do. Now he gets this illness. Can anyone please give me any info or advise?? Thank You.

I am 35. I have a 15 yr old daughter and a 12 yr old son, so I am in no way a teenager myself. I know that eating disorders mainly occur among younger women and girls. I am 5 feet 9 inches tall and I weigh 124 pounds. I do feel fat and I do restrict what I eat, sometime to the point of not eating anything for 2 or more days. I walk 6.8 miles everyday at a pace of one mile for every 13 minutes. I dont take diet pills, I dont barf, I dont binge, and I dont use laxatives. My dad told me today that he is afraid that he is going to bury me because of the weight loss. I have had co-workers make comments as well regarding my weight and the fact I never eat at work. I will admit that my life is TOTALLY out of control and I probably need help, but this seems to be the only thing in my life that I CAN control. I dont have insurance right now, and I dont open up well to others. What should I do to get others to stop worrying about me?

My son’s father and I have been off and on since my son was born (18 mos ago). I am hoping so hard that he will change. He has a binge drinking issue, is so irresponsible, re: he finally got his first car a couple of weeks ago, he got a $200 ticket the second week he had it and 2 days ago, 2 weeks after the ticket, he rear ended some lady while being out at 4 in the morning. His parents had given him that car. Everything is so messed up. I am moving on Saturday and the plan was that he was going to live with his parents for a little while, and I was going to be on my own with my son (with a little help from his father of course), now that this accident has happened he wants to move in with me. I was kinda looking forward to being on my own without having to worry about him for a while. I love him, but being a half time college student, a full time mom, and I work full time, I can’t worry about him too. I told him he can’t move in with me. Is that wrong?

Someone close to me has made the families life a misery for twenty odd years now. She has been drinking on and off for all of these years and made my mums life and her sons life hell. Every time something happens in her life (bad) she hits the bottle. And loses so much weight with no eating food, just vodka that it cant be doing her any good inside. How can it not have affected her liver?? She drinks and drinks for about 5 months and then goes off it for a while and then starts again. How has it not killed her yet?? I cant understand that at all.

I have an adult son who is using drugs daily and refuses to consider rehab. I need to know if I can petition the courts to place him against his will. He’s a danger to himself and has been hospitalized many times because of his use of Angel Dust. He’s a danger to himself.

he is not my son

My son swears he is not doing drugs and he gets soooo frustrated with me. I do know he drinks.