Although I am a terrible junkie, my life couldn't be further removed from society's ideologies and stereo types of a intravenous drug user.
Middle class family. Parents still together. House in a posh part of London worth over £800,000 ($1,200,000 or €1,200,000).
Convent school educated. GCSEs and A Levels.
Always worked (bar my recent sick leave), driving and owning a car at 17.
Bought my flat aged 24, house aged 32.
I've hid my drug addiction for years, getting badly hooked on crack and heroin aged 25. By 27 to 28 I was a daily user spending up to £100 per day.
Aged 28 I adopted two bengal cats. One was the runt who no one else wanted. He hadn't had injections or his microchip, and only cost £100. £170 of you include the injections and chip. A second show quality one followed at £550, who I discovered, had been abused by a large man.
Till today he cowers at the sight of a tall male stranger, and still flinches when I go to pet him on occasions.
Bunnies followed... They're house bunnies. Although now it's summer they have a new outside hutch. They'll return to the conservatory in the autumn.
I'm well travelled. Have abseiled, bungee jumped, paraglide, scuba dived, snorkelled, kayaking, karate champion.
Volunteered for charities, raised money for charities, do cheap tarot reading, use crystals.
Been bullied for sticky out ears. Once pinned back I got acne. Then I got fat aged 11.
Lost weight at 18, and puppy fat at 21.
At school I'd regularly finish my work, and then disrupt the whole class. At college I discovered I was dyslexic. Proving an answer as to why at school I was top set for Maths and Science and bottom for English.
Then my hyperactivity was given the label of ADHD. IQ tests revealed an IQ of 150 and showed I was ambidextrous.
Worked in McDonald's, market research, office temp, bar tender, before starting a career in education aged 21.
By 27 I was creating and managing new projects, and soon elevated (without the pay nor title) to project manager across college with my procedures and policies being implemented college wide.
One two awards for my work and managed it well, including the 60% increase in work load.
Change of management and work load increasing to a 110% increase marked my down fall.
I also dealt with a stressful house move. My shared ownership flat had never been issued with the correct documents upon my 100% purchase.
My ADHD encompasses an OCD for perfectionism. I had gone from perfect job and perfect flat (bar the noise from over crowding in the flat above) to working for a manager I could not please no matter what I did and a house which required serious renovating.
This is when I discovered ethylphenidate and it's calming effect on me. It was highly caustic and if sniffed, it felt like you blew chunks of your nose out the following day, so I soon progressed to rectal administration.
Around 10 months after discovering this drug, off sick from work and bored I decided to try intravenous use. This was due to me wanting to try diamorphine intravenously.
I still remember that day like it was yesterday. The bitter taste in the back of my throat. The explosion in my head seconds latter as it hit my brain.
Within 3 months I was no longer using rectally and could not get up in the morning without jabbing a needle into my vein.
I went from horrendously groggy and barely conscience to alert, awake and raring to go. Instantaneously like flicking a switch.
In 4 months I had disintegrated to the point of being skeletal.
Two detoxes, a ban on ethylphenidate and still steadying my feet due to me falling off the wagon and here I am.
I hope you enjoy my future posts!
I must finish my last Once Upon a Time too.
Love the UKs most famous junkie
Jay x
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