Is My Son Defective?
The allopathic medical model looks for disease or dysfunction of the body and mind. Because of this, when my son, Little Man, was two years old, he was labelled as a defective … Continue reading
Dear Mom, Can You Tell Me How You’ve Done It?
Dear Mom, I can imagine the feeling of sheer joy you felt the day he was born. I can imagine the peace that blanketed you while your arms blanketed him. … Continue reading
Eulogy
THE EARLY YEARS He was born during the Second World War, in Montreal, in a French-speaking Catholic family. His mother gave birth to eleven children—he was the eldest, and the … Continue reading
Why I Live in the Now…
So I kinda, sorta promised Le Clown I would share some of my deepest secrets from the vast reaches of my soul. However, I soon recognized the flaw in an … Continue reading
Watching My Friends Change: Meds From The Outside.
“Are you lactating?” I asked, but instantly wished I hadn’t. “Yes, it’s the new meds, I was trying to hide it,” she replied, blushing. I felt like an idiot for … Continue reading
Nobody Told Me
Nobody told me what addiction could look like. I had watched Public Service Announcements showing people with greasy hair, missing teeth, and sallow skin. I saw needle marks in arms, … Continue reading
Bent but not broken
It wasn’t until I was in college I realized I had a medical diagnosis. Up until that point, I just thought my brain was broken. I realized it wasn’t normal … Continue reading
Addiction: A Family Affair
I want to thank Eric for giving me the opportunity to write my brother’s story. In doing so, I have a better understanding of his ordeal and his road to … Continue reading
Overcoming Undermining
Few people escape childhood unscathed. It’s easy to prosper because of the good our parents did; the trick is to prosper in spite of the not-so-good they may have done. … Continue reading
Zero Shades of Gray
I’m pretty sure I was born with an addictive personality. The fundamental root of this is an addiction to one thing: More. Bigger, faster, further, higher. More playtime, more pancakes, … Continue reading
When It’s On Paper
First off, I want to thank Eric for inviting me to post on Black Box Warnings to talk about my son, Doorbell (as he is affectionately called). I was reading … Continue reading
I Am Alien
The first thing I remember, after they left me, was waking up in a box. The sides of the box were clear, and I could see, through the half-dark, two … Continue reading
Little Blue Pill
Every day I have to take this. This little blue pill. No, it’s not THAT blue pill, it’s this one. See the picture? That’s what I take every day. There … Continue reading
Let’s Talk About Suicide
Good morning. I’d like to talk about something that’s been a part of my life in some form or another for the past 15 years. The threat of it has … Continue reading
