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    How painkillers and alcohol nearly killed a friendship and a college career

    A friend's battle with addiction and alcoholism leads to the ER -- and anger on the part of a friend who tried to help. But there's real strength in fighting every day to move forward rather than slip back toward another relapse.

    The author (right) with her friend Justine on Graduation Day

    The author (right) with her friend Justine on Graduation Day

    Editor’s note: Stephanie Schendel, a journalism student at Washington State University, interned at InvestigateWest during the summer of 2011. Here she shares a compelling first-person account of how the prescription drug epidemic affected her own life and that of her roommate, Justine, who agreed to be interviewed for this story. It’s a personal tale, but also one that is playing out on campuses around the state and country as colleges grapple with the ready availability of alcohol and prescription drugs, and the students who get hooked on them.

    This story is part of an ongoing collaboration between InvestigateWest, an independent nonprofit newsroom covering the Pacific Northwest, and public broadcast station KCTS 9. An accompanying documentary airs at 9 p.m.Monday (Jan. 30), to be followed by a half-hour in-studio discussion.

    When I first met Justine, she was chugging from a bottle of vodka.  I was 18 years old and at my first frat party.  I barely knew anyone, and the fraternity’s basement smelled like old beer and cheap deodorant.  The smell, blaring music, and the amount of people and alcohol overwhelmed me, but not Justine. Outgoing and friendly, Justine seemingly already knew everyone there, even though it was her first week of college.

    The first thing Justine told me that night was that she’d already downed 18 beers in order to “medicate” for the tattoo she had gotten earlier that day.  I was alarmed and impressed.  She showed it to me, the irritated skin still red and puffy.  It was three words written in Hungarian. She said they meant “strength, loyalty and compassion.”

    She didn’t remember meeting me that night.  Or even the second or third night we met, but I remembered her: She was girl who had an insane tolerance for alcohol and could out-drink a fraternity any day of the week.

    By then, she was already deep into her addictions.  Years later, she told me her substance abuse had started in middle school with pot and alcohol.  By the time she was thirteen she was stealing pills from her grandmother’s medicine cabinet.

    Pot and alcohol spiraled into Darvon, Percocet, Vicodin, and OxyContin. Cocaine and heroin came later.  By the time she started college, Justine had done it all.

    But I didn’t know that then.

    I didn’t meet Justine again until our second year of college, when she moved into an apartment down the street from me.  She was friends with one of my roommates, and began to spend a lot of time at our house.   

    Because both of us were loud, outgoing, and sarcastic, we got along great.  The main thing we had in common at first was partying, but within a few weeks we also realized we both a bad habit of laughing at inappropriate times and were obsessed with going to the gym.

    That semester I went through a lot of personal turmoil.  My relationship with my roommates had deteriorated and I went through a rough breakup with my boyfriend.  Justine was my support. She listened to my frustrated ranting during our daily walks to the gym.

    We became inseparable.  But as we became better friends, I began to notice Justine not only drank a lot while partying, she drank a lot the rest of the time as well.

    Then again, in college, just about everyone drinks a lot.

    And despite drinking or using drugs every day, Justine had a 3.7 GPA.  Her academic success while partying daily was a source of pride for her, and furthered her justification for drinking or getting high every day.

    The amount of time she spent high or drunk began to make me feel uncomfortable. The main difference between us was that I could stop drinking and be sober and she couldn’t.  On Friday nights when I chose to stay home to watch a movie, Justine stayed home with a bottle of wine. Still, she was my best friend.

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    Posted Mon, Jan 30, 9:53 p.m. Inappropriate

    Boy oh boy. That Crosscut would publish this story is so wrong in a number of ways it's hard to know where to start. Yeah I get that the media are now in an inoculate-the-public phase about a chemical crisis in society. Every drug purchase is recorded in a data base, just for our own good, available to our doctors, and, oh yeah the police. Tighten supply, embarrass legitimate use; works every time.

    Where in this article is there a debriefing on the lessons learned by the writer, for this story is really about her. Her university, like all in the state, have large administrative fiefdoms, called variously Offices of Student Achievement, or perhaps even the old fashion Student Affairs, where vast sums are spent on resources and people to provide counseling and referrals for people experiencing the very situation faced by the writer. Wonder why tuition in this state is going up at double-digit percentages each year? Look on the non-academic side, but I digress. Yet our young writer does not mention accessing these resources. Getting help for herself is a big part of this story, and stories like it.

    But she didn't have to restrict herself to university resources. Al Anon is an organization that would have (and still will) welcome her with open arms, anonymously, to help her deal with her obsession to be a hero and rescue her chemically dependent friend. There are probably other equally effective groups, counselors and therapists which deal with co-dependency, but Al Anon has 60 years of experience behind it.

    Crosscut -- journalism demands analysis, investigation, reflection and facts. Everything else is opinion and commentary, which, so far, characterizes your "collaboration with InvestigateWest".


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