Source: Daily Record, The (NJ) Contact: http://www.dailyrecord.com/ Copyright: 1998 Gannett Satellite Information Network Inc. Pubdate: 30 Sep 1998 Author: Laura Bruno Daily Record Note: Item number 14 of 26 in the series "Heroin: A Clear and Present Danger" ONCE-CONFIDENT TEEN COULDN'T HANDLE HEROIN Sean Haubrich, 17 [PHOTO CAPTION] Sean Haubrich Photo by Chris Pedota [SIDEBAR] `Sean was like the Calvin cartoon. ... He was spoiled and I would let him get away with a lot.' -- Anne Stifter, Sean's mother ROCKAWAY TWP. -- Sean Haubrich and his girlfriend, Michelle Rastiello, were voted as having the nicest eyes in the eighth grade at Copeland Middle School in 1996. It's the eyes Anne Stifter remembers as she sifts through photo collages of her son, the blue eyes dancing with mischief in a snapshot of him and a friend baking cookies at home one afternoon. It was those eyes that stared up at her on March 25, 1998, from his 17-year-old body laying in the closet of a friend's attic bedroom. Dead of a heroin overdose, Haubrich is remembered by friends and family as a teenager with a wonderful sense of humor, who loved fast cars and riding dirt bikes, was "a yuppie in training" and doted on a younger, handicapped brother. He was also a young man who had learned how to lie and steal from family and friends to support his heroin addiction. "Sean was like the Calvin cartoon," his mother said. "He was spoiled and I would let him get away with a lot." Haubrich was the youngest of three boys and for years was accustomed to being the baby of the family. Haubrich had whatever he wanted and didn't deny his expensive tastes. He craved the latest styles from Nautica, Polo Sport, Timberland and Adidas. Whatever he ended up doing in life, he always said he'd have to make lots of money. On the dresser next to his bed, the stylish colognes Haubrich chose from each day were still where he'd left them -- Polo, Cool Water, Escape and Tommy Hilfiger. "He took longer than me to get ready," his girlfriend said. "He would take like an hour shower and brushed his teeth with an electric toothbrush. He wasn't conceited. He just wanted to look his best." Stifter separated from Haubrich's father when he was 2, and the family struggled financially for several years while Stifter worked two jobs to support her three sons. Until she remarried and had Ryan, now 9, Haubrich spent a lot of time with his mother, who chauffeured him to BMX races or friends' homes. Haubrich didn't have much contact with his father. `Never resented' handicapped brother Haubrich had a rough time dealing with his status change when Ryan was born, Stifter said. Ryan, who is severely handicapped, required Stifter's almost constant attention, and Haubrich's time with her was drastically cut. "He never resented Ryan. He resented me," she said. Haubrich and Rastiello played with Ryan each day after school. Before Haubrich left for school most mornings, he and Ryan watched Barney videotapes together in his room, Rastiello said. Haubrich's playfulness was what Rastiello missed after he began using heroin. The two began dating on Halloween in the eighth grade. They celebrated their third, and last, anniversary in 1997 by playing at a role reversal -- with Haubrich dressed as a cheerleader, wearing a blonde wig, and Rastiello as a football player with lamp black streaked under her eyes. The two took Ryan out trick-or-treating and then spent the evening at Haubrich's house, where his mother threw a party. "He brought me a dozen red roses," she remembered, almost losing her composure as she fingered Haubrich's silver necklace, which she never takes off. Rastiello was the first person Haubrich told about his heroin addiction, in early October 1997. He only admitted to it after Rastiello dogged him for several weeks about his constant sleepiness, mood swings and unusually overprotective behavior. "He wanted me to be with him every day. He didn't like to go out and didn't want me going out with other people," Rastiello said. She also questioned him about why he no longer had any money. He asked to borrow money for his mother's birthday gift and Rastiello asked where he'd spent all his money. He became upset and begged for money, she said. Crash kills sibling, fire destroys home At school, Haubrich always had been a mediocre student who enjoyed socializing more than studying. But as his heroin addiction worsened, he began failing classes and stopped hanging out with his friends. Rastiello pressured Haubrich to tell his mom about his addiction and, by the end of October 1997, he did. Stifter had noticed her son's tiredness, but she attributed it to sleeping pills he'd recently been prescribed for insomnia. Haubrich had been struggling with depression and sleeplessness after his oldest brother, Joseph, died in a car accident March 30, 1995. Four months after his brother died, the family was dealt a second blow when their Cherokee Avenue home was destroyed in a fire sparked by an electrical problem in the kitchen. Haubrich was home when the fire started and got so panicked that he leaped out his window when he could've walked out the door like the rest of the family. Alerted by Morris Knolls High School counselors that he was acting out at school, Stifter brought her son to counseling in April 1996. Two months later Haubrich was put on antidepressants. No one in Haubrich's family really dealt with Joseph's death, Stifter said. Haubrich never talked about his brother's death, Rastiello said, and only began to open up shortly before he confessed to his heroin problem. "He said how much he missed him and how he looked up to Joe. They both liked racing cars and Sean said he wished they could still be together," Rastiello said. When Haubrich finally broke down and told his mother about heroin, Stifter brought him to St. Clare's Hospital/Boonton Township for detoxification. Haubrich refused to stay longer than three days and, since he was over 16, he signed himself out. He promised to attend an intensive outpatient rehabilitation program but never did. While Haubrich once had been known by friends and family as obsessively meticulous -- from the yellow model car placed just so on his dresser to the "No Fear. Live Free or Die" poster perfectly centered over his bed -- he became increasingly sloppy. Two days after Christmas, Stifter found empty heroin bags in the bathroom. Stifter threatened to bring him to the emergency room and he responded with lies, she said, admitting to using once a week or only on weekends. "Sean felt he didn't need the rehab and would not take drugs again. I believed him. However, by this time he was already using again," Stifter wrote in a contract she had him sign in late January 1998 after he failed a drug test at school and was kicked out. Signing the contract as "Sean Haubrich, The Addict," he agreed to stop using drugs, seek counseling and submit to drug tests. "He always had to be in control of things," Stifter said. "This was the first time he came up against something he couldn't handle. He was so sure he could handle it." Yet Stifter knew what could happen, writing in the contract, "In addition to the constant lies and stealing, the following situations very possibly could or will occur: 1 - Sean could die from one bad bag of heroin. 2 - Sean could die by an accidental overdose." Stifter thought she could handle his addiction if she controlled his money supply and kept track of his every action. Stifter realized too late, however, that Haubrich was using heroin daily. Though Haubrich told her he first bought from people at school, Stifter said he would later routinely accompany someone to Newark. According to worksheets Haubrich filled out after he was detoxified at St. Clare's in October, he wrote that he'd started using heroin when he was 15. "I am having a lot of mixed feelings. I'm thinking about why I'm here, how bad my life is getting messed up, how I really want to lose all drugs. I am thinking about my family, my girlfriend, friends." "I'm mad inside," he continued. "I want to leave and I don't want to change." One of Haubrich's best friends, Matthew Maitilasso, 16, of Rockaway Township, was shocked when he heard the level and length of his friend's addiction. "We knew he experimented, but when he went to rehab, I thought that was the end of it," Maitilasso said. "I think there were a few reasons why he started. He wanted to escape some of the things going on -- his brother dying, the house burning down, problems at school." Though Haubrich tried to keep his habit a secret, close friends Maitilasso and Kevin Dolan said they did notice his weight loss, pale skin and sunken eyes. Because they didn't use drugs, Haubrich never talked to them about it, Maitilasso said. "When we heard he overdosed it was like, `Where the hell did that come from?'" Dolan said. Similarly, Haubrich's former boss said he and co-workers were dumbfounded. Haubrich worked part-time as a dishwasher at the St. Francis Residential Community Center from December 1996 to October 1997. "He was a typical teenager," Brian O'Donnell said. "He did a fairly good job, got along with everyone -- adults and other kids -- and was real polite." But O'Donnell and others noticed Haubrich called in sick almost once every two weeks until he quit. This past February, Haubrich stopped seeing his private doctor. He ran up $3,000 in cash advances on his mother's Discover card to support his habit. When Stifter found out about the stolen money on Feb. 8, she filed a complaint with the police. Haubrich was picked up and brought to the Morris County youth detention center where he stayed for three weeks. At the end of his three weeks in the detention center, Haubrich was admitted to the outpatient program at Daytop, an adolescent treatment center in Mendham Township. After less than two weeks, he failed a urine test and went back to the detention center. On March 23 he went back to Daytop where he failed another urine test and was told he'd have to enter Daytop's inpatient program. That's when Haubrich ran away to a friend's house. He died there two days later, on a Wednesday. Maitilasso had seen Haubrich just the day before. "We were throwing old CD's around, watching TV, telling jokes," he said. "He seemed normal, like himself, running around and having fun." Haubrich's friend had a separate entrance to his attic bedroom, so the parents didn't know he was hiding out, Stifter said. She knew Haubrich sought refuge at a friend's house and wanted to let him cool down. But by Wednesday afternoon, she began to get worried and asked her son Bob to call and find out what was going on. When Bob called, the friend answered the phone in hysterics, saying he couldn't wake Haubrich. Stifter told him to call 911. She drove over immediately but was too late. As her son lay motionless on the closet floor, she looked for the last time into his blue eyes and closed them. - --- Checked-by: Mike Gogulski