My dad was a addict of ampethamine he injected it regularly and weed. Since the age of 8 I was forced to care for him when he had taken too much. I was taken round drug addicts houses where they would all be smoking weed. As my dad was a drug dealer I was even taken round houses where people were out cold on heroin. I also had to look after him when he had beat someone up and sustained injuries. I was constantly afraid he would die if not from the drug then from the beatings. At one point he was stabbed and another point someone burnt down his garage thinking he was in it. Police raids were also common place and I remember the neighbours curtains twitching while the police ransacked our house.
Now fast forward I'm 26 I have three dc and have been psychotically depressed for a year I started taking skunk to help self medicate. Now I'm addicted. I hate myself for it I don't take my children round drug addicts houses. I hide my smoking from them. They don't have to care for me. But I hate myself because I'm doing what my dad did to me to them at least partially.