Mom to Mom: Stolen From Me

My child has been stolen from me. He’s even been stolen from himself —The Addict has whisked away my son’s very essence. I don’t know if I will ever get him back. I know what he’s like, the monstrous fiend who took my son away. The Abductor is evil, heartless, selfish, and abusive, with a reputation for spreading anarchy, bondage, devastation, and death.

Thinking about the torture my child must endure each and every minute of every day, with every passing year, is torture for me. I try not to allow the images to fill my mind (because they kill me) —but they do. Because they slip right on in with the thoughts of my child that fill my mind each and every minute of every day, with every passing year, too.

The Abductor needs my child, my child’s body, to survive and will fight to keep him all the way to the bitter end. There is no ransom I can pay. There’s no SWAT team on the job. No yellow ribbon tied around a tree.

My child has been stolen from me. There is no end to this hell.

“Imagine trying to live without air. Now imagine something worse.” ~Amy Reed

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Today’s thought from the Hazelden Betty Ford Foundation is from the book:

Tending Dandelions

Tending Dandelions by Sandra Swenson

4 thoughts on “Mom to Mom: Stolen From Me

  1. Rhonda Fulton

    I think this is something we as moms can all relate too. It seems like a never ending hampster wheel. When my so lived in Mass, I had contacts that would call or I’d call them to “check in” on my son if I hadn’t heard from him in a few days and if he needed to get into a derox, or a ride. Now he lives in Mississippi and I don’t have as many resources. He still calls to say hi once or twice a week to let me know he is safe. One would think how lucky I am that he calls me at all, but it hurts because although he says he in not using, I can hear it in his voice as I can feel it in my stomach. You know that knot in the pit of your stomach? It sucks And I hurts like hell knowing there is nothing I can do to change or fix him. I had to let go. My so is gone, per say. He was stolen from me years ago. I’m not sure I will ever have him back.

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  2. Candice

    Hi Sandy, this struck such a chord with me – thank-you for sharing it! Feeling like your hands are tied and there is nothing you can do but watch the slow burning down of a persons life is heart-breaking!

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  3. Paula Doyle

    my heart aches whenever I think of what my son went through. I will never forget the day he told me “mom, you don’t know how many times I have wished that I wouldn’t wake up as I was putting the needle in my vein, I hate this.” Well, he got his wish after 8 months clean and picked up one more time. He didn’t wake up. Now when I think of him I smile that he no longer is being tortured, he can be hurt no more, by ANYTHING. but I sure do miss him.

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