When the time came, and I knew the time had arrived, I did an incredible amount of research on places we could go for help with our son. We saw some family therapists, which I would have to say, were mostly ineffective. The greatest help came when we sent him to Anasazi and we were able to attend the parent seminars.
Everything felt right about Anasazi. The young walkers (my son) were invited to a have a new beginning. We were both invited to have new, forward walkings. After we dropped him off, as parents we were invited to have a "blanket stepping" where we laid down all of our hurt and regret. I think he went through a similar process. The weeks he spent there were powerful for him and for us. They asked my husband and I to write letters to our son's "Shadow" (counselor) that would help her to see who he is. Our Shadow was very special to us, and she asked us to tell her things that would help her see him as a person. She wanted stories about our family and about him growing up. She asked us to write from our hearts. She didn't need to know of the trouble he had caused or the drugs he was using. That didn't matter.
The next few posts will be lessons we learned from our experiences at Anasazi. Yes, I was willing to change and look at things in a different way. I was desperate, in every sense of the word, to find help. They were an oasis in our desert of pain. I can't say enough good about them.
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