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Grapevine : August 2010
problematic as time passed. When we moved back to the United States, her antisocial be- haviors exploded and were com- pounded by the devastating effects of reverse culture shock. She did not feel at home with her contem- poraries and needed the lubricat- ing effect that drinking brought to her social efforts. Drinking led to using drugs, which led to dan- gerous behaviors, and she slowly withdrew from us. I had countless conversations with her about her drinking and I tried to be a good example of how to drink responsibly, but nothing was working. She eventually got to the point that we had to put her, against her will, into a lockdown academy for children with out-of-control be- havioral problems. We visited her as often as we were allowed and paid an unholy amount of money to keep her there for almost a year. W hen she was released, we saw a marked im- provement in her be- haviors, habits and lifestyle choices, which lasted for six months and then began evapo- rating. She hit what we thought were new lows every weekend, which in turn became nightly rock bottoms, each one lower than the one before. We put her out of the house several times, only to find her passed out on our front lawn in the morning or dragging herself into her bedroom in the late hours of the morning. Finally, we received a frantic call that she had been hit by a van while trying to cross a busy highway in her flipflops. I finished my drink, and we arrived at the site to see the ambu- lance pulling away with my daugh- ter inside. She spent the night, very much awake and foul-mouthed, in intensive care. She had almost died because of her out-of-control drinking. I had been unable to teach her how to drink normally, and my wife and I had let her down as parents. Our grief was profound, but we used our remorse to make some life-changing decisions that night. When our daughter was put into I walked her over to the meeting door, opened it for her and let it close behind her. She pushed it back open with her crutch and asked me, in- credulously, why I wasn’t coming in, too. I begrudgingly followed her in. 14 August 2010