I have reached a point where I must let my 29 yr old son go; I can do nothing to stop his self-destructiveness & any attempts on my part are met w/ near-violent hostility, denials, excuses, and placement of blame on everything & everyone except himself. He has been in every possible rehab program since age 14, & has spent most of his 20's in prison for drug-related crimes. He has been out of prison for 7 months & is snorting Oxycodone, which he obtains legitimately for pain from multiple bulging discs, with orders to take every 6 hrs orally; his next Dr. visit is in 4 days & he has been out of his medication for the past 2 days. He plans to request Roxicet at his next visit. My question is for those of you who are addicted: do your loved ones figure into your day-to-day life, or is the search for the next high the dominant factor in your existence? Do the drugs & the subsequent cravings completely take away the ability to genuinely recognize the hellish pain you create or to appreciate anyone's feelings but your own? Do you have any idea what it's like to go to bed at night not knowing if your child will still be alive in the morning? Do you have any comprehension of the literal meaning of unconditional love and how it can rip a family to shreds when given to someone who holds it in such total disregard? Or, do most of you share my son's attitude toward his family, which goes: "...why don't you focus on your own life and stay out of mine?" I'm just wondering.