Why do I have to?
How, in anyway on Earth, is it my responsibility to explain anything to that kid?
But, either way: “Your mother made some really sad, depressing and miserable life choices, and unfortunately you are going to have to pay an ultimate price for her shitty actions. I’m sorry not everyone is cut out to be a good parent and you ended up suffering for it.”
I feel like you’re trying to remove the personal responsibility from the disease. It’s still a choice, and it’s irrelevant that some people (and almost all addicts) are fighting the pleasure center of their brain and it’s wonderful chemicals and reactions. It’s still a choice.
I’d say there are net zero people that aren’t well aware of the possible consequences of putting that needle in their arm the first time, popping that pill the first time or blowing that first line.
There is a reason I’ve never touched blow or heroin, but have done plenty of other drugs. There is a reason I’ve never finished a bottle of prescription pain meds.
I’m NOT saying it’s easy. I’m NOT saying most don’t need help to get clean, and I’m not saying it isn’t a sickness. But it is, without a doubt a self inflicted problem 99% of the time, and can only be corrected by self awareness and choice. So taking away the “choice” in the rationalization and justification of the action leaves them hopeless…
We do something similar. A lot of the parents involved in the program we participate in are active or recovering addicts.
There is a balance though, and if her and the father are still married, they may be able to use each other to strike it.
My son is about to turn 19, and my wife is the worry wart up his ass, and I’m the one that explains to him what he has to do to get that to stop, and presses my wife to relax about him going out etc. (For instance, he left, didn’t tell here where he was going or when he’d be home, and didn’t answer his phone for a couple hours. She was flipping out. I told her to relax. Well, he then finally texts and says he’ll be home at XXpm, but didn’t bring his key… Kermit face I had to explain to him that not only is it impossible for me to convince her to relax if he can’t be smart enough to bring his key, but it also makes me look like an asshole arguing for an “am” curfew when he doesn’t even have his god damn key…)
I’m sure we’ll switch roles for my daughter when she is that age…
And yes, our adult son has a curfew. My wife’s rules are: you live in this house, you will abide by my rules, and my rule is my son has a curfew. (Which realistically means "communicate with me what time you’ll be home, if you’ll be home, and I’ll agree that is an appropriate time.)