My brother is a drug addict. He is 26. He has almost always been on drugs, trying to get off drugs, homeless, hapless and hopeless since 18. I am so done with it. I am his only sister and we used to be very close.
The past year or so he has been better. He has been working, albeit on and off, no permanenet contracts round here, but that's just the state of the economy. He has been sofa surfing and not in permanent accommodation. But he was doing ok so I thought. Two weeks ago he came round asking to borrow a sleeping bag. I was worried about him but he said it was ok, he had an interview with a local charity who were going to find him a room in a shared house. He went to the interview and the lady was great and said he could pick the keys up the next day. He was so excited and upbeat. I even lent him my six year olds little mobile phone (her nana gave it to her) so he could keep in touch with a few job opportunities. He bought me a cake for all my help I was touched he never normally has any money.
So last Friday he came round to borrow a recipe book and I could see marks on his arm :( he seemed pretty lucid and upbeat but the marks definitely weren't there last week. I was quietly annoyed. It seems every time he gets a place of his own he relaxes back into addiction. I didn't say anything though, he gets very defensive. I hoped it was a one off.
So today I was hanging washing out in the garden when he comes barging through my back gate crying his eyes out. The lady who organised the accommodation has given him a week to leave due to suspicions of drug taking. There were a couple more fresh marks too :(
I commented on the marks but tried to keep my voice even and calm. He was wildly denying it. He always cried when he takes heroin or is coming down. He stomped off. My little dd's phone is long gone probably :(
Our mum is dead and dad has disowned him. My DH is furious I have had my heart broken yet again. Is there any way I can stop it hurting? Everyone in town knows he is a drug taker he is banned from most shops and he has taken so much money from friends and particularly my lovely grandparents who love him so uh. They don't see him anymore. So sad today. Every time things look up he loses his grasp. In fact, every time someone helps him it sends him ten steps back. I think if my baby dd2 had not been in the garden with my he would have become very aggressive in his denials to me. But I am proud of myself for keeping calm. Just so fucking drained of it all.