Lost to "dusting"
Our son Cameron died at age 22 on Nov 8, 2011. He had battled alcoholism and substance abuse (mainly Spice or K2) for two years. Prior to these problems, he was a bright, funny, gorgeous and talented kid. He raced motocross motorcycles since childhood, and had made it to a "pro" ranking. So many people loved and supported him in his life - a very good, happy childhood. He was attending college, but came back to live at home after living in an apartment with 5 guys. He came home with a K2 habit of every 1-2 hours around the clock and drinking. He began flying into rages where he punched holes in walls and tore doorframes right out of the wall. Screaming at us every obscenity. One night he jumped on his father and i called the police. He then began his legal problems. The police in our small town began knowing him as being "psychotic" from K2/bath salts / alcohol. He would sneak alcohol all day long, then sit in his truck smoking K2 and drinking all night (i wouldn't allow it in our home),even when it was so cold i thought he'd freeze.Cameron on 3 occasions went in to other people's homes thinking it was our home. He would be terrified, scream and run when he saw strangers yelling at him because he thought they were in his house. it's a small town - most people knew him as a good kid and our son. By some miracle, none pressed charges. He got drunk and rolled his car into the lobby of our local police station - his truck literally went flying through the wall and was in the lobby. Thank God no one was hurt. More legal dealings. He went to jail for 30 days when he walked to a convenience store to get beer when it was after his probation curfew. Got home from jail and got limited driving back. First night, he drove to the store, bought cleaner, huffed it at home alone - its called "dusting". His father found him dead face down in his bed when he went to pick him up for work. i came there and tried CPR, but he was gone. He'd suffocated on his own vomit and likely his heart failed. He'd been using it for a while, because it didn't show up in drug testing but he could still get high. Anything to get high. it was a sad, useless, lonely death for a beautiful, smart, special 22 year old "kid". We miss him beyond words. We had watched him in a slow death of everything he cared about, everything he was, every dream we had for him, spiraling downward in slow motion for 18 months. Beth