Raising A Junkie

This morning I informed The Swedelock that becoming a three-year-old is like being on drugs. I hear The Child talking to himself, stringing together sentences like, “The purple turtle house is big because the gas is four sixty-thousand.” Then he chuckles over his own private joke. His brain is just crazy right now. I can’t imagine what it’s like in there. But maybe I can.

I find odd structures built in corners of the house. The Child believes pajamas are an important part of his power. He can not stop moving. Eats three sandwiches for lunch one day, then only consumes three pretzels over the next 24 hours. He has inexplicable bruises everywhere.

Does this describe warning signs of stimulant abuse or warning signs of childhood?

hyperactivity; euphoria; irritability; anxiety; excessive talking followed by depression or excessive sleeping at odd times; may go long periods of time without eating or sleeping

Send help. We might have a meth addict in the house.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to Raising A Junkie

  1. Lauren Supplee says:

    Great post!

  2. Mari Bohman says:

    Sounds normal to me…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s