Christ, where to start?
My beautiful 16-year-old son started smoking cigarettes at 13. We were sort of expecting him to have a go at some point and assumed he'd give up after a bout of coughing and spluttering.
He didn't, and continued to smoke despite us trying coercion, anger, giving him the science (in edited, child-friendly form) and threatening and then carrying out various sanctions.
When he did stop within about a year it was because he went on to weed.
Again, not entirely unexpected and we thought he'd quit when we hit him with the dangers to his mental health and the like. We also stopped his allowance so we weren't paying for the damn stuff and banned it from the house.
Scroll forward to last night, when my wife - who has the sense of smell of a bloodhound - followed the scent of skunk to a loose floorboard in a cupboard in his room where she found hash, a mini set of scales sticky with the stuff, some empty baggies and £245 in cash (including two £50 notes).
We confronted him when he got home, telling him we suspected him of dealing. He denies this and says it all belongs to a friend who is dealing but can't hide his gear at home, so my son is doing it for him in return for regular fivers and spliffs.
After a horrible discussion in which his chief concern seemed to be that we'd invaded the privacy of his room, I decided to go to the police - not to shop him, but for advice, not knowing who else to turn to at 1am.
A lovely officer talked me off the ledge and said he wouldn't prosecute ('We don't want to criminalise 16-year-olds') but would refer my son to the police drugs prevention programme. We expect to see a specialist officer within a month or so. On giving my surname, which is highly unusual, it turned out that he knew my son, having stopped him in the street this year on suspicion of dealing. My son only had a small amount of weed on him, so they confiscated it, gave him a bollocking and sent him on his way. This was obviously news to me.
Over to you, Mumsnetters - how do I help my clever, funny, kind, emotionally-intelligent boy (who is also rather lazy and a bit of a follower) to get off this train now before it takes him to a destination he might find it difficult to return from?