To put it bluntly, I'm almost certain Prescott House saved my stepson's life. And his mother and I weren't newcomers to the world of addiction treatment and recovery. We knew the tears and the terror like only the parents of an addict can.
We'd been through the ups and downs, the before, during and after of treatment programs - and the many, many years of dreading the late night sound of a phone ringing or the message tone from a mobile phone.
We'd sat through, and sincerely and earnestly participated in, countless hours of group and "parents-&-loved-ones" addiction counseling sessions. We put in our time, not just the money.
We still cared, deeply, but we had deep-seated doubts - and good reasons for that skepticism. But, my wife especially, isn't the type who gives up.
Tim started abusing drugs and alcohol before he was in middle school, not yet a teenager. He was and is, very smart - I'd say brilliant - and, despite his addiction, a very decent human. He was charming enough and smart enough to sweet talk almost everyone he encountered when he did get in trouble.
Still, over the years there were a few run ins with the law, including arrests and jail. He decided, sincerely, that he didn't want to go back. But that's easier said than done for an addict, even a charming and bright one.
He went through 28-day programs and, despite his good intentions, relapsed - sometimes soon and sometimes after a long enough period that we thought maybe his addiction was finally whipped.
But his last crash, not long after another detox, and in the year after what seemed the most successful 28-day program, was the worst. We found him unconscious and not far from death.
That 28-day program, at a highly-regarded and residential program in our hometown, included a sessions in which a counselor repeatedly tried to convince him and us that he needed to go into "after care" - a controlled environment that would help him through the "after glow" that addicts often experience in the first weeks and months after they get clean. She said the odds of long-term recovery improved greatly with after care, instead of just going back to the same place after a 28-day program - no matter how apparently successful.
We believed her. Tim didn't, or at least was convinced he could handle it. And, so, we found him, alone and nearly dead.
He detoxed, again. And this time it scared him so badly that he agreed he needed something more. We took him straight to Prescott House. His mother had done the research. We were ready when he said he wanted to try.
The staff there talked to us frankly. They explained everything we asked about, and more, and didn't sugar coat anything - didn't promise miracles. It was clear Prescott Place expected him to "do the work" to change his life. It wasn't just staying at a dorm while checking off some requirements. He was going to have to learn how to live sober. Life without drugs. Life after drugs.
My impression of what Prescott House does is like the difference between school and the "real world." They teach through both counseling sessions and practice - living by the rules of the program, which include going out into the world and holding down a job. It's not just theory.
It's been four years. Tim's maintained employment and has worked his way up to successively more responsible positions. And, while doing that, and thanks in part to the encouragement of the Prescott House staff, has earned a four-year degree from a state university - summa cum laude, by the way. And, maybe best of all, he seems happy most days, and comfortable in his new life.
To say that we are grateful doesn't even begin to explain how we feel about our experience with Prescott House.
- Dan Sorenson read more