drug education

Part of my job as a drug counselor was to educate people about the consequences of abusing drugs…and the consequences of addictions.

I had an ongoing class for teens that had been caught with tobacco or alcohol.  It was always full. And there was in each and every class one moron that thought they knew everything and didn’t need some old lady telling them anything about their little drug of choice.

We counselors were required to use specific workbooks, films and media to comply with the laws of the state (good ol Texas) and the vast majority of the required media was just plain stupid.

Of course, the kids knew more than whatever educator put these programs together…and would spend a lot of time making fun of the program instead of just listening.

Now, we were allowed to ADD to the program, but only if we kept statistics on “what we said”, “how to children (children????) reacted”, “recidivism rates both with and without the additional information” and “costs of the additional materials”.

What a total pain in the patootie that was!  BUT, I did it (kept statistic” because it was required.  The only thing I ended up adding to the ates class (after a year of trying different things that didn’t work) was a physical reaction.

Now, I can see whomever is still reading this drivel raising one eyebrow and saying “Physical reaction, Suze?”., yep.. I did sort of an experiment designed to 1. shut up the moron that knew everything, and 2. show the physical reaction of the body to a substance.

The substance was SUGAR.  yep, plain old sugar.

I would tell the idiot kids that all substance affect the body, and they didn’t have to drink or smoke to see quickly what their bodies thought about their use of substances.  Inevitably the Moron…yea, the know it all kid…would say something stupid so I would have them stand up and come to the front.  They (of course) would be making snarky and/or curse-filled comments.,..I would remain silent until the kid got the crap out of his system then ask him to open his hand, palm up and place a tablespoon of sugar into his palm.  He’d be snickering (or cursing again) by then.  I would say, “close your hand and hold out your arm for a second. I’ll tell you when to lower it”….then I would continue with the class for a few minutes (five) and “forget” about the kid holding out his arm.

There would always be a friend of the troublemaker who would ask “when does Billy (or Joe, or Mike) get to lower his arm?”

I would act surprised, turn to the kid and say “Sorry bout that. You can dump the sugar into the trash now” and wait for him to do so.  Then the kid would (always, always..no patience these kids) ask….”why did I do that?”. (gotcha moron!)

I would say…”I want you to make a fist with that hand, hold out your arm and I am going to try to push it down. Don’t let me”

He would snicker and make a comment about a “little old woman never could push down HIS arm, he’s so” strong or male or something.”

I would grab his arm with one hand and push his arm down to his side with NO PROBLEM.  He’d object and say “try again I wasn”t ready” or something similar.  I’d just grin and tell the kid to go for it..and DO NOT let me push his arm down.

It would be the same reaction though. I could push down his arm with one hand.

I would then turn to the group and say “if SUGAR makes you this weak…what do you honestly think ALCOHOL or other DRUGS are going to do to you?”

The “experiment” was incorporated into the state drug education program. I made a difference. It, so far as I am concerned, made my life worthwhile even if I never accomplish anything else.

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    • I alternated LOVED and HATED working with addicts. I loved the addicts..hated the abusing kids….the only thing I really loved about dealing with the kids was the hope of preventing a full-blown addiction later. I know I reached one. I pray I reached more.

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