I’m going to start this by saying that I live in a community where people talk a lot…about everything. I never really minded gossip, and was actually an active contributor to it, until I fell victim to addiction and enrolled in luxury drug rehab. In a town where people are so bored that a person getting into their driveway past 11:00pm is big news, the last thing I wanted was to make my problems public, or even visible. My husband and I have been very fortunate; enough to live in one of Boston’s most revered and esteemed neighborhoods. We have a designated circle of friends and welcome everyone into our home, but at the end of the day we know who to keep at arm’s length. With the privileges of wealth come responsibilities and temptations-it’s important to exercise decorum and discretion at all times. If any of my friends or acquaintances ever knew I was being treated in a luxury drug rehab for addiction to pain medication, it would be devastating.
I’d first starting taking pain medication for a shoulder injury I sustained during a car accident six years ago. It took very little for me to get hooked. My shoulder wasn’t feeling better after I stopped by doctor-prescribed course of Percocet, and I was told that it would take time and physical therapy to feel right again. At the time this was unacceptable to me. I wanted to feel better and go about my life, and Percocet was the thing that even offered me temporary relief from this intense pain. I went to another doctor, and was able to convince him that I needed another month’s supply. When that ran out, I had few options left other than procuring them illegally. The longer I went without the pills, the sicker and worse I felt. My husband noticed this, along with my intense mood-swings and irritability, and immediately started researching luxury drug rehab programs.
During the first week of my stay, I was so preoccupied with the idea of someone finding out that I was there, I didn’t really embrace what this luxury drug rehab had to offer. After detox, my therapist sat me down and assured me that my program guaranteed total confidentiality, and for all anyone back home knew I was on vacation with my husband. He also gave me a reality check about what was important and what wasn’t to ensure that the pressure of keeping up appearances after my program didn’t trigger relapse. It’s been four months since I left my luxury drug rehab, and I feel much better. I know longer feel sick all the time. My shoulder still hurts, but not as much as it used to. I’ve learned to responsibly manage my injury by simply doing what doctor initially suggested, and it seems to be working.
I’m grateful that I sought out luxury drug rehab treatment when I did, before my drug problem really got worse. As far as I know, nobody other than my husband knows I was there. If they do, I suppose I owe them more credit for not making my problem the subject of gossip.