couchscout
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So I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me, that would make him 29 at the moment. When he was in 6th grade, he won the Brazoz River Valley Acres MVP, the BRVA has like 400 teams in it, you figure 40ish kids per team, that's a LOT of pee wee players to be considered the MVP of. He had 2100 rushing yards and 25 TDs in 11 games that year. By the time he was a junior in high school, he was ranked as the 15th best RB in the state of Texas. Four games into that season, he already had 800 rushing yards and 6 TDs (he basically averaged 200 yards a game for every game he ever played in his life.) The Tuesday following their 4th game, he was running scout team offense, trying to give the 1st team defense a look at a player like him, a non contact drill, he ran through the hole, stuck his foot in the ground, and his knee completely gave out. I remember the doctor telling us it was his entire knee, ACL, MCL, PCL, lateral miniscus, the whole thing. He never played organized football again (oddly enough, he ended up being one of the best flag football QB's I've ever seen.)
Somewhere around his sophomore season, I started catching wind he was selling weed to his friends. I sat him down and talked to him about it, tried to get him to understand the consequences he could be facing. I didn't hear much more about it after that, every once in a while I'd hear a rumor but it was few and far between and I was already well aware at that point how hard it can be to shake a stigma. Of course I soon graduated and took off to college, where I still sometimes heard rumors of his doing/dealing drugs. One of the greatest regrets of my life is not telling our mother as soon as I heard about it the first time. His life is currently in shambles and I'm at least partially to blame.
Around 20 years old, he was basically the biggest drug dealer in my home town, pretty much everyone knew it. One day a good friend of his whose mother was a police dispatcher, told him flat out that the police were watching him and building a case against him. He quit dealing cold turkey on that day. Soon after he got a girl at a party pregnant and promptly married her. They had a decent marriage (his relationships have always been rocky simply because he's so high strung), even had a second kid together. Named the first one Quenton Blake (QB). However, over the years, his insistence on smoking weed on a daily basis started to wear on her. Before long not only was he smoking weed, but he was also doing Xanex bars. He had a seizure in his mid 20s because he tried to quit doing the Xanex cold turkey. About 3 years ago now, she divorced him. They have a mostly amicable relationship now, and it was far from the ugliest divorce I've ever seen. But soon after, he started losing jobs by failing drug tests. It got to the point where he had to move back in with my parents, where he still is today. He does good for a while, but inevitably he starts using again, and then the bad stuff starts happening. He's been accused of stealing several different items recently, he had a job working for the city, and they were investigating him for stealing tools. The flag football league where he'd practically become a legend pretty much all hate him now because he got caught trying to steal someones iphone. He lost 7 jobs in a row (in a 3 year span), all by failing drug tests. Life in complete shambles.
Well, it all hit the fan on Monday, the city actually busted him smoking week, took him to jail where he spent a couple days before convincing his ex to bail him out. He admitted to my mom that he's been smoking weed again, doing bars again, and drinking and driving on occasion (which is a major conflict to me, if you've ever drank and drove in your whole life, I have 0.00% respect for you, and I hate not respecting my brother) and basically doing other nefarious things. He told her that it started again because he wasn't making enough money at the city, so he started selling again, which of course led to him using again. He's been telling my mom that jail scared the crap out of him, there were a lot of arian brotherhood/white supremacists/jail gangs in there (he's half Mexican), and he was blown away that there are people in there that just don't care...about anything.
So of course now my mom is basically just planning on letting him try to find another job and just seeing if he was actually scared straight. I'm going crazy, I don't know what to do to help him, or how to convince my mom that he needs real help. He's gotten so good at lying right to her face over the years, I just don't believe he's been scared straight, I think he'll be good long enough to get her to lax up just a bit, and fall back into what he always has.
Have any of you guys ever dealt with a problem like this? I'm at my wits end, I just don't know what to do. Aside from getting my mom to stop being a world class enabler, is there anything I can do? Do I have to just sit back and watch him hit rock bottom? If she kicks him out, am I supposed to just let him wander the streets? Or worse get even more heavily entrenched in the drug world? I'm completely at a loss, any and all advice would be appreciated, and thanks for "listening" to all those who suffered through this boring story.
Somewhere around his sophomore season, I started catching wind he was selling weed to his friends. I sat him down and talked to him about it, tried to get him to understand the consequences he could be facing. I didn't hear much more about it after that, every once in a while I'd hear a rumor but it was few and far between and I was already well aware at that point how hard it can be to shake a stigma. Of course I soon graduated and took off to college, where I still sometimes heard rumors of his doing/dealing drugs. One of the greatest regrets of my life is not telling our mother as soon as I heard about it the first time. His life is currently in shambles and I'm at least partially to blame.
Around 20 years old, he was basically the biggest drug dealer in my home town, pretty much everyone knew it. One day a good friend of his whose mother was a police dispatcher, told him flat out that the police were watching him and building a case against him. He quit dealing cold turkey on that day. Soon after he got a girl at a party pregnant and promptly married her. They had a decent marriage (his relationships have always been rocky simply because he's so high strung), even had a second kid together. Named the first one Quenton Blake (QB). However, over the years, his insistence on smoking weed on a daily basis started to wear on her. Before long not only was he smoking weed, but he was also doing Xanex bars. He had a seizure in his mid 20s because he tried to quit doing the Xanex cold turkey. About 3 years ago now, she divorced him. They have a mostly amicable relationship now, and it was far from the ugliest divorce I've ever seen. But soon after, he started losing jobs by failing drug tests. It got to the point where he had to move back in with my parents, where he still is today. He does good for a while, but inevitably he starts using again, and then the bad stuff starts happening. He's been accused of stealing several different items recently, he had a job working for the city, and they were investigating him for stealing tools. The flag football league where he'd practically become a legend pretty much all hate him now because he got caught trying to steal someones iphone. He lost 7 jobs in a row (in a 3 year span), all by failing drug tests. Life in complete shambles.
Well, it all hit the fan on Monday, the city actually busted him smoking week, took him to jail where he spent a couple days before convincing his ex to bail him out. He admitted to my mom that he's been smoking weed again, doing bars again, and drinking and driving on occasion (which is a major conflict to me, if you've ever drank and drove in your whole life, I have 0.00% respect for you, and I hate not respecting my brother) and basically doing other nefarious things. He told her that it started again because he wasn't making enough money at the city, so he started selling again, which of course led to him using again. He's been telling my mom that jail scared the crap out of him, there were a lot of arian brotherhood/white supremacists/jail gangs in there (he's half Mexican), and he was blown away that there are people in there that just don't care...about anything.
So of course now my mom is basically just planning on letting him try to find another job and just seeing if he was actually scared straight. I'm going crazy, I don't know what to do to help him, or how to convince my mom that he needs real help. He's gotten so good at lying right to her face over the years, I just don't believe he's been scared straight, I think he'll be good long enough to get her to lax up just a bit, and fall back into what he always has.
Have any of you guys ever dealt with a problem like this? I'm at my wits end, I just don't know what to do. Aside from getting my mom to stop being a world class enabler, is there anything I can do? Do I have to just sit back and watch him hit rock bottom? If she kicks him out, am I supposed to just let him wander the streets? Or worse get even more heavily entrenched in the drug world? I'm completely at a loss, any and all advice would be appreciated, and thanks for "listening" to all those who suffered through this boring story.