Thin Wire: A Mother's Journey Through Her Daughter's Heroin Addiction

Thin Wire: A Mother's Journey Through Her Daughter's Heroin Addiction

Christine Lewry

Language: English

Pages: 288

ISBN: 1780882955

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Thin Wire: A Mother's Journey Through her Daughter's Heroin Addiction is an honest and intimate account of heroin addiction told by both mother and daughter. Amber is introduced to drugs and becomes addicted without her mother's knowledge. She meets a dealer who feeds her habit. Whilst living together, they are raided by the police. Bailed to her mother's address with a GBP200-a-day addiction, Amber doesn't think her family will accept her back when they discover the truth. When she's charged by the police with dealing class A drugs and accepting stolen goods, she fears she'll go to prison. Trying to feed her habit alone, Amber meets a fellow addict who offers to introduce her to prostitution. The prospect terrifies her, but will her mother help her? An unflinching story that looks at drug addiction from two different sides, Thin Wire will appeal to a diverse range of readers, in particular fans of autobiographies and memoirs, and is remiscent of Melvin Burgess' Junk. The book's concluding section offers two sets of personal guidelines; one for addicts, the other for parents or partners of addicts, while the in-depth, harrowing real life story vividly illustrates the difficulties of overcoming addiction. In a society where 50% of teenagers experiment with drugs, Amber is every mother's child. She could be yours.

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I would speak about my fears – I was searching for symptoms all the time. My knee had started to hurt after I did my step class each week, so I told Dr Marshall. He organised a blood test for me, to look for ‘markers,’ whatever they are. Then he decided I needed a bone scan. Both tests came back normal, so he said it was just me getting older. One day, I had a dreadful pain in my head while I was doing a complicated spreadsheet at work. Alone in my car at the end of the day, I couldn’t stop the

landlord come out?’ He questioned her for ages. Dave said goodbye and threw the phone on the bed. He was worked up and worried, and told me what had happened at home. He needed a hit and we hardly had any gear left. ‘Why don’t I have a hit babe, instead of a smoke,’ I said. ‘What?’ ‘Don’t get cross. I’ll only need a fraction if I do.’ His face changed. ‘You alright with that, princess?’ I wanted to try a hit, wanted to recreate that first rush. I was tired of watching him pass out after

obviously not. I’m clean.’ ‘I miss her. She must know about the raid.’ It’s starting to get dark as we leave the pub. I’m aware of how much the inside of my Fiesta still reeks of gear. The dashboard glows green and orange. I pass the junction near Leeanne’s house. Pulling out onto the large roundabout, I know that there’s a split second before I turn into the exit for home when her bedroom window can be seen from the road. I glance up. ‘Her bedroom light’s on,’ I say, and look across at Jason.

the next morning, so I count up the last of my change and walk up to the shop to see what I can get, thinking I might have enough for a tin of beans and a loaf of bread. I bump into Mick, a dealer Dave used to serve up. My first thought is, oh shit. Even Dave was afraid of him. He never let Mick know where we were living but would weigh up Mick’s gear and go out somewhere to meet him. Mick’s really tall and, because he’s been doing gear for so long, he’s very thin. It gives him a strange,

it for you.’ ‘What’s your test, then?’ ‘For me, it’s to know I’ve no regrets about what I’ve done and how I’ve behaved. In the end that’s all we do have; our principles, what we stand by – that’s what makes us who we are.’ She’s silent for a moment. ‘I’m beginning to believe in myself. I feel so much better not taking that awful blocker.’ ‘You can’t take it forever; one day you’ll have to rely on your own willpower. Try and find the strength within yourself,’ I say. ‘Yeah, I think I’m past

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