‘When did it all begin to fall apart?’ A son’s addiction, and a mother’s guilt

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April 2, 2018 – Katherine Ketcham writes about her son’s addiction in her new book, “The Only Life I Could Save.” “My son, Bryan,” he begins again, “is a heroin addict.” He starts sobbing. “I’m sorry,” he manages to say, wiping at his tears with the back of his hand. “I’m so sorry.” His wife, Susan, takes his hand and continues. Steve’s next. He’s stoic, but that changes as the days go on. My husband, Pat, and Ben’s two older sisters, and I struggle through our tears as we remember the way Ben used to be before drugs, and how he’s become a person we barely know. I look around the circle and wonder where we all went wrong. Why did this happen to us when once upon a time we were so close — family dinners, soccer games, every night at bedtime repeating the same loving words, “Hugs, squeeze, big fat mooch.” When did it all begin to fall apart? For years, these questions haunted me, endlessly running through my mind. I find small comfort in the knowledge that millions of others are asking themselves similar questions.