May 3, 2019
By Bob Higham
His name has been changed. Details are as told to me by his mother or observed by me.
I met Devin as we passed on the E Street sidewalk, April, 2015, and he asked if I had a couple of quarters. I said no, then asked if he’d had anything to eat today. We had lunch in a little Mexican restaurant on 4th and I learned that he loved his family, felt he had a good childhood, that he’d been in and out of psych wards, and that more than anything he wanted to work, earn a living, be able to pay rent and buy food. "A warm, dry space with a roof” he said.
He didn’t feel he had anything to say about how he grew up, what school was like, except that after he graduated “I made mistakes and drifted. Didn’t spend my time right."
Devin graduated from Analy. I learned this from his mother after he’d given me her phone number so I could keep in touch with him. But he rarely saw her.
He entered kindergarten on his fifth birthday, a year too early, and later wasn’t ready to go on to 1st grade. He never recovered from the humiliation and the ignominy, particularly among his former neighborhood playmates. His best friends were brutal. The school didn’t do anything to help his tormenters understand that failure to learn was not his fault.
ADHD riddled him and when he turned 13, making school and home relationships full of pain for those around him. He was prescribed Ritalin. It calmed his body, but made life ethereal. Ritalin sometimes makes the patient’s mind almost unendurable day after day. Smoking pot will knock the buzz of the top of Ritalin.
His mother smoked pot. He began smoking pot which gave some life back, but he went on to other drugs, finishing with Meth. He had given his psychiatric social worker permission to talk to me. She was interested in his history. When I told the PSW about his meth addiction, she said, "That's very interesting. Meth and Ritalin are chemically analogous, we consider Ritalin to be a precursor to Meth."
How many Meth addicts were rattly kids given Ritalin? How much can we blame addicts for their condition? I’ve had Ritalin kids in my classes. What became of them?
Devin's a tidy, handsome man with luminous blue eyes who reads with intelligence, wants a regular life, a job, to go to college. His brain seems to be too scrambled to do more than apologize for his incompleteness and the trouble he's been to his family, who are worn out by 20 years of disruptive behavior and have no interest in letting him back into their lives, even though he sleeps in his parent's backyard most nights, hopeful for a shower, clean clothes and a hot bowl of cereal on the rare morning when he rings the doorbell.
His mom has no evident understanding about a child/man like Devin. When I tell her we know a great deal more about brain growth and chemistry and ADHD than when Devin was a child, and tell her what I know, it doesn't change how she views him or make her want to understand.
"He's 12.” (He was 32) "He acts like a child.” She makes no allowances for his anxiety. "He makes lousy decisions." "He likes presents.”
His parent's marriage is wrecked, there's more ADHD in the family and into the next generation, his mother is worn out, confused, not interested in understanding how he got there, nor in seeing that her grandson has better care and education than Devin had. His father, who owns a a small business and I'd suppose has reasonable intelligence and would want to know how his kid got that way, never wants to hear his son's name again.
The shoes he’d been wearing for weeks were a size too small, making him lame. I’d said I get him the right size.
In late summer, we had a great Parkside country breakfast. He was calm, immensely grateful for our continuing friendship, and we talked about why he’d dropped out of sight for several weeks. He’d had some sort of episode and been sent to a hospital in Napa to get his "marbles lined up again". After breakfast I told him I had a pair of new hiking boots for him.
He was ecstatic, couldn’t wait to get to the car, to get the box in his hands. I had talked to the PSW at his former group home and knew they would take him back that day. We’d talked about it during breakfast and I kept returning to that as our destination. When he was living there, he liked it, but today he rattled off reasons it was an ill-begotten place to live. I had visited and knew it was clean, orderly, comfortable, quiet.
Once I opened the back door and handed him the box, that captured every ounce of attention he had. We drove a couple of blocks and he made it clear that I was to drop him off right there on Sonoma Avenue. The last I saw him, he was running, box in hand, west to a bench where he could sit and change shoes.
I knew I had to turn my time and energy to convince our electeds that they could house our homeless neighbors in dry, warm, lockable quarters at no cost to city or county. I should have stuck with Devin. The electeds are immovable, requiring stick-built housing for which there will never be money.
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