About three years ago, I was dating a surgeon who convinced me to start accepting prescriptions that he was writing for hydrocodone 10mg for me that I'd give to him. He told me it was for neck pain he was having. At the time, he was co-signed on an apartment I had, and I was having a hard time paying the rent by myself, so I felt obligated to help him out in return. Whenever we'd get together, he'd always pressure me to take some too, but for almost a year I refused.
I have lupus, so I have some joint pain issues. During a weak moment while I was having a flare-up, I finally consented to take some. I took them all week with no idea how addictive they really were. Whenever I'd visit him, he'd feed me sometimes as much as 2 10mg pills during the few hours we were together.
Anyway, I got addicted. I have never in my life been addicted to anything other than cigarettes, and even those I've quit doing on and off when I got tired of it. I don't even like gambling. But this stuff really grabbed me tight, and I wasn't taking near the amount that he was. Still, every two weeks he'd write me a new Rx for 75 10mg pills, I'd take 10-15 and give him the rest.
It's been over a year now... I really don't know how long. We've long since broken up and now we're just "friends", but I don't even want to be that. Our relationship is pretty sick now, and I keep trying to get off the drugs, but he keeps calling me up and telling me he needs them, and it makes it hard. I've almost weaned myself three times.
He has me over a bit of a barrel. I have a son, and I'm afraid that if I tried to cut him off, get detox or anything else, that he'd use his credentials to get my son taken from me. I've got myself down to a maintenance dose of 1/2 of a 10 mg pill a day, which is enough to stave off the bad pain, but I still live with a borderline state of withdrawal... the pain, stomach problems, sleeplessness, irritability.
He's still doing somewhere between 3-6 10mg pills a day. This is while he's doing major surgery, often amputations on children. It's like that stupid show House, but real, and instead of screwing over his fellow doctors, it's a single mother with a chronic illness, no insurance and no money to defend myself if this had to go to trial or he called CPS. Since all the Rx's are in my name, I'm not sure I can prove that he's the one doing 75% of them. I've never been to his office or had any sort of medical examination from him that would justify prescribing a class 3 narcotic to a lupus patient, but I don't know if he could manufacture the records for it to cover himself.
Anyway, I'm tired these days and scared. I don't like being addicted. I don't like being dependent upon him and afraid of what he could do to me if I cut him off. When I spoke to an attorney about it, he couldn't assure me of my privacy. He just said that we could write him a letter and go for a settlement... that doesn't prevent him from lashing out.
I write this without any expectations. Just hope that maybe someone here has some idea of what I can do.