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Smitty WerbenJagerManJensen's avatar

My mother, a former alcoholic, had a minor car accident in 2004. Guess what the doctor prescribed her for minor pain? Oxycontin. I'll spare you most of the later details, you probably know how it ended.

I didn't have a childhood, I was robbed of it. How do you process being ten years old, sneaking into your mother's room to get your allowance a day early, and find hundreds of empty prescription bottles in the drawer?

It took me YEARS to have a normal life. Where's the justice?

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