Sexual Addiction and Stimulant Drug Abuse – By Robert Weiss LCSW, CSAT-S

As discussed in my previous posting to this site, the vast majority of sex addicts also have a secondary addiction, whether it’s a cross addiction, where they switch back and forth between sex addiction and another addiction, or a co-occurring addiction, where they engage in more than one addiction at the same time. For multiply-addicted sex addicts, stimulant drugs like cocaine and methamphetamine are often the secondary drug of choice. Typically, this manifests as a co-occurring (simultaneous) addiction rather than a cross addiction. In other words, sex and stimulant addicts typically use drugs and chase sex at the same time. There are two primary reasons sex and stimulant drugs seem to go together. Stimulant drugs (and most other addictive substances) are disinhibiting. So using stimulants reduces or eliminates the sexual hang-ups that might prevent an addict from engaging in the sexual behaviors he or she truly desires. For instance, a… Continue reading

My Daughter the Addict-A Suburban Mom’s Nightmare – By Katie Donovan

I was the PTO mom, the carpool mom, the Brownie leader.  We ate family dinners at the table, taught our children manners and took family vacations.  My husband and I were blessed to have very good jobs.  My daughter, Brittany, the beautiful girl in the photo, was the honor roll student, the volunteer at the city parks and recreation department and loved playing sports. THEN OUR ENTIRE LIVES CHANGED Growing up, I had skewed images of what a heroin addict looked like.  I envisioned them sitting in an ally, or a gangster or a criminal.  The stereotypical hippie from the 60’s and 70’s that grew up in a bad home. I had preconceived notions that you had to stay away from them…that they were BAD PEOPLE. NEVER ONCE DID I ENVISION MY DAUGHTER.  I am very ashamed of my thoughts now.  I never really had a “real” exposure to addiction. … Continue reading

The Flip – By Andrew Ahmad Cooke

In the story of every addict there is a point when they stop using drugs or alcohol and the drugs or alcohol start to use them.  At some point the substance takes ownership of the new addict. One moment you are having fun using drugs, meeting new friends and exploring the possibilities ­­– the next you are addicted and life has become very, very different. You have become a slave to your addiction. This moment, however, is invariably impossible to identify. If we could have identified it, how many of us would have chosen addiction as a lifestyle? For the majority of people on the planet, drug or alcohol use does not lead to addiction. Some addicts are understandably bitter or jealous of people who can use alcohol or drugs without fear of addiction. I am very fortunate to feel myself free from this envy. I have certainly had more… Continue reading

Interview with Jeff Vande Zande Author of “Detroit Muscle.”

Jeff Vande Zande

Jeff Vande Zande teaches fiction writing and screenwriting at Delta College. His books of fiction include Emergency Stopping and Other Stories, Into the Desperate Country, Landscape with Fragmented Figures and Threatened Species and Other Stories (Whistling Shade Press). His novel American Poet won the Stuart and Vernice Gross Award for Excellence in Writing by a Michigan Author and a Michigan Notable Book Award from the Library of Michigan. For more information, contact Jeff Vande Zande ( Nicola: Hi Jeff, Good morning So the first thing I wanted to ask you is what’s your own experience of addiction? Jeff:  My own experience? Well, as far as I know, I’m not addicted. There’s alcoholism in my family pretty rampant, so I’ve tried to keep an eye on that in myself. In stressful times, I’ll get into a nightly habit with Jameson, but then I can go weeks where I don’t even think about… Continue reading

Excerpt from “Detroit Muscle” A Novel About Hope & Renewal After Addiction

The room’s one window is covered by a dark Venetian blind. The sunlight behind it is only a rumor. There’s a lamp on the desk and a lamp turned on next to Robby where he sits in a leather chair. He’s slumped in his seat with his elbows on the arm rests. His hands hang from his wrists above his pant pockets. He rubs his middle fingers back and forth over his thumbs making muted snaps. His hair hangs in his eyes. On the other side of the coffee table, the therapist jots something down on the legal pad resting against his crossed legs. He is a shorter, thin man with a head of wavy salt and pepper hair. He wears a sports coat over a Detroit Pistons t-shirt with blue jeans and black monk straps on his feet. His eyes smile. “And so,” he says, looking up at Robby,… Continue reading