Health - Reality Check, Confess your Heroin Deaths

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It's probably a hard topic for some of you or maybe you've been in the scene long enough to be jaded or disassociated by this point.

This is if you have witnessed or have some connection to some heroin horror stories. Just to get things rolling and more personally off my chest.

A family secret that we haven't really told anyone since we got back to Australia, we were living as expatriates in Thailand, Bangkok.

We had every luxury an expatriate family does have. Company Car, rent paid for, 2 maids, 2 gardeners, driver, a large estate with gate and the usual security trimmings for a inner city Bangkok house including an on duty Guard.

I was only 5 at the time this happened so I didn't get a complete grasp on the severity of the situation till we were safely away from the country a few years later.

We got to know our household staff quite well despite the language barrier, they were all nice people and pleased to be working, as you can see a family of 5 shouldn't have 6 people working for them but if you have been to Thailand there are people employed almost literally as traffic lights or to guide your car to a parking spot in a carpark, they're definition of a job/career is quite different to the western culture. But the Thai people work hard and our families employee's did an excellent job, on top of all our excesses my father had a substancial wage so we used to top up they're pay checks if only for the concious of my Mother.

Then tragedy struck, everyday as my father left to work with his driver they would drive up the driveway and our security gaurd would always be waiting to open and close the gate but this time he wasnt waiting. The driver apparently swore in Thai and got out of the car and knocked on his door (he lived in a little room next to the gate). Not answering my father got out of the car and knocked aswell calling out his name. No answer.

Father was running late for work this particular morning and occassionally the guard had gone out drinking and never made his way back in time to perform his morning duty or slept through it. So they left. I was on holiday and most days when it wasnt raining I would have a game of soccer with anyone who cared to indulge and the guard was always most responsive.

I dribbled up to his door and called out for him to play soccer with me, no reply..I tried again..No reply. Something that my parents didn't know that I did was that if you shook the door the right way the faulty sliding lock would eventually jimmy open. So I did my trick on the door and it swung open, letting out one of the worst smells I've experienced. It took a while for my eyes to focus in the dim, dusty light but when they did I was shocked to see our guards blue body lying half on his bed with his arm hanging out on the ground with a needle sticking out of it.

Luckily I wasn't an overly curious child so I didn't investigate but I did have issues that our guard wasnt responding and yet his eyes were slightly open. I went back to the house and told my Mother she was about to leave aswell but made some time to see what I was talking about. When she saw the unperverted truth, She amazingly kept her dignity and just put her hands to her mouth and took a deep sharp breath in. She closed the door and made me go back to the house.

I had completely forgotten (or repressed) this story at least for a few years and was reminded of it when I was of a more mature age and had raised a curiosity in our overseas past.

So theres my story. If you feel you have one to share the stage is yours.

RIP Massi

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Must have been a shock. Thanks for sharing