Kill The Pain And Everything Else

<p>I was eight years old the first time I swallowed a Percoset. I lost count of how many times I was handed them&hellip; or Oxy&hellip; or Vicodin&hellip; before I even reached ten.</p> <p>They made me itchy but there was something about that itch. I liked it. A prepubescent pillhead. That&rsquo;s a more accurate term for a child ballet prodigy.</p> <p>My parents had signed paperwork allowing the school to make medical decisions for me on their behalf. I lived there. They were over an hour away. I&rsquo;m sure all my father was thinking about when he signed those papers was about getting me help quickly in an emergency, not hand-feeding opiates to his child. But medical decisions at a school meant to pump out prima ballerinas on a conveyor belt of broken bones and twisted ankles meant doing whatever it took to keep us dancing.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/black-bear-recovery/kill-the-pain-and-everything-else-32e7d2f45d2b"><strong>Click Here</strong></a></p>
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