Pubdate: Sun, 26 Sep 1999 
Source: Jakarta Post (Indonesia)
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DRUG ADDICTS NEED HELP AND SUPPORT FROM SOCIETY AND FAMILY

JAKARTA (JP): Reality bites. It could happen to anyone. Your friend, your
brother, your sister or your child might use drugs, or worse, they might be
addicted to them.

Drug addicts are often shunned, not only by society, but also by their
families. They might have done something wrong, but one thing is sure: they
need help and support.

The Jakarta Post talks to some people who are deeply involved in the problems.

Roy Peace, 24, a former drug addict from Palu, Southeast Sulawesi, who lives
in Yogyakarta:

I am Roy Peace. I want peace, not violence like what my father used to show,
especially toward my sister, which made me become a drug addict. I had used
all kinds of drugs, from ganja (marijuana), pil koplo (animal tranquilizer
pills), putauw (low-grade heroine) and shabu-shabu (crystal methampethamine).

It all began from my hatred of seeing my father beating his children. The
peak was when he hit my older sister because he did not like her dating a
man from another religion. I could not help seeing her being tied up with
iron chains. I fought him in order to defend my sister. Since then I decided
to leave home to avoid father's violence. That's why I like being called Roy
Peace.

In 1993, I sold my motorbike and went to Yogyakarta with a friend. Actually
I wanted to go to college, but I changed my mind as I started to become
aware of drugs. I did not use one particular drug. I took any kind of drugs,
because what was important for me was that I wanted to get high. Because
shabu-shabu is expensive, I used it several times only.

I don't know exactly how much I spent on narcotics. What's clear was that
the money mother sent me, Rp 300,000 a month, did not last longer than a
week. But I knew a community of drug users, so that I was always able to get
the drugs. Besides, I also had a business, selling illegal phone cards. Now
that I don't use drugs anymore, I do not like day dreaming. What's amazing
is that I can recall my childhood vividly, my beautiful time with my mother,
brother and sister in my hometown, things that never came to my mind when I
still used drugs.

In 1997 I was treated at a police hospital. But it did not work. After a few
days, I took drugs again. I could stop using them because of myself. As a
matter of fact, I had a strange experience, which might be illogical. When I
was high, suddenly I could not see anything. Everything was black. And then
it was all white. When I gained consciousness, my close friend, who had long
asked me to stop, advised me to listen to my conscience. My conscience told
me that I had to stop.

Since then, I have stopped using drugs, smoking and drinking alcohol.
Strange, I did not find it too hard to quit. And what I feel is ashamed,
especially when I meet people I know, who are not very close to me. Now I
prefer to stay in my room, reading the bible, even though I do not go to
church very often.

Asih (not her real name), a 16-year-old former sex worker who now stays at a
Sasak Saat shelter in Bandung: I became familiar with narcotics because of
my environment. You know, since I was a kid, I haven't have any permanent
place to live. In the beginning I took light pills such as Mogadon.
Sometimes I smoked ganja (marijuana). But later on I tried more expensive
drugs like Ecstasy. That was because I was given the pills by the "uncles"
who booked me. But I never used to inject -- I was afraid. And the way to
use it is so complicated, I'd rather take pills, you can just swallow them.

About alcohol, I only have beers. Well, if you roam in pubs or discotheques,
many people buy you drinks. Should you drink orange juice in discotheques?
That's not cool.

Lucky me, I am not addicted. I take pity on my friends who are addicted. How
can they obtain the pills? The price is skyrocketing. And now it becomes
difficult to get them because the police often make raids.

Now I am trying to repent. That's why I am really glad I can stay in this
shelter. But it's really difficult to totally get rid of the drugs,
especially if your friends also like to use such things. Even though I am
bad, I still have dreams and hopes that my long future will be bright.

Hendy, a businessman in Jakarta: I have five children - three daughters and
two sons. The youngest one, 25-years-old, is currently attending an
addiction recovery program.

I first knew about his condition one and a half years ago. I was suspicious
because of his strange attitude. He easily became angry. He was often out
until late, and got up very late too. He did not want to study. At the
beginning I thought it was no big deal, he was just like other naughty boys.
But then I started to lose money, a watch, jewelry ... I gave him a beeper
and he said he lost it. His playstation was also gone. He said it was broken
and he had it fixed. But then he admitted he used drugs. In fact, he had
been using them since 1996, when he went to a private college here.

I was shocked and felt down because I had failed to raise my child properly.
We talked, and I learned that he took putauw (low-grade heroin) and I
thought that it was like beer, that you could reduce the consumption of it
little by little. But I was wrong. He could not kick the habit. But I could
not be angry, and we should not give up. Our children are entrusted to us by
Allah.

At the end of 1997, I sent him to a detoxification clinic. He spent eight
days there.

Later I took him to an addiction community group, where he joined a 10-
month recovery program. After two weeks, he ran away. He jumped over a
three-meter barbed wire wall, he plunged into a river. He returned home,
crying. I was very surprised. But I know that I should not get angry with
him. He needs love and care. We must help him. After an hour or two, that
very night we took him back to Wisma Arjuna in Bogor, where he continues the
recovery program.

He is different now. You notice it from the way he speaks. Once a month he
returns home. Every weekend we can visit him. He said he wants to become a
peer counselor. Well, actually we wanted him to become an engineer, but it
is now up to him, what is best for him. When I saw him getting better, it
was like a miracle.

I have spent about Rp 20 million. But money alone is not enough. Drug
addiction is like a disease. The patients should not be rejected. They
should be handled with care and love. They need support from their parents
and siblings.

People used to be ashamed to admit that any of their family member was a
drug addict, that it is a disgrace. But I am not ashamed. We must help drug
addicts and take an active part in fighting against drugs.

I also hope that the authorities will take firm action in handling drug
cases and not be discriminative.

Rini, not his real name, a college student in Jakarta: My younger brother
was a a drug addict. A few years ago he was expelled from high school
because they found that he used drugs. He moved to another school, but they
kicked him out again for the same reason. He stopped because he wanted to
finish high school, and he did manage to graduate. But he could not quit the
habit.

How did he become an addict? Maybe because my parents spoiled him..

We sent him to a hospital for detoxification. But things remained the same.
So we sent him to a Inaba, a Muslim boarding house in Sukabumi, West Java,
which offers a drug addiction recovery program. They were very strict, but
it worked. My brother completed the program and he has gained weight.

But his girlfriend is still being treated at the Pamardi Siwi police
hospital. In fact, my brother took the drugs because of his girlfriend. He
said he has stopped taking drugs. Hopefully both of them will not touch them
again.

Made Dwitra, 27, (not his real name), son of a well-known businessman in
Bali: I was introduced to drugs by fellow students when I was studying at a
private university in Malang (East Java).

Since then I have tried practically every drug available: Cocaine, heroin
and ecstasy. I used to treat my friends to drug parties. We would drink and
then take heroin. I bought drugs and narcotics from drug dealers who were
also my friends, who sold the drugs to a very limited circle.

I know of some places in Bali where pushers openly sell drugs. In Kuta, for
example, if you walk down certain alleys you will bump into strangers who
will offer you any drug you want.

My parents sent me to drug rehabilitation centers in Jakarta and Bali but it
was fruitless because I started using again the moment I met my old friends.

I think it was more a matter of an addiction to bad friends than to drugs.
But I am clean now. I eventually managed to kick the habit when I met a girl
I loved. We decided to continue our studies abroad, leaving behind my drug
circle.

Her presence and patience made me realize I wanted to spend my life with
her, raise children together. Junkies can't do that so I decided to get clean.

My family also played an important role in helping me quit drugs. My parents
and sisters did not abandon me, but did all they could to help me kick the
habit. My parents sold some property so I could study overseas. (43/44/50/sim)

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