After all, everyone knows the dangers of heroin, don’t they?

“My uncle passed away as a result of heroin use when I was a kid. And my way of dealing with it, for years, was to convince myself it was his own fault. After all, everyone knows the dangers of heroin, don’t they? The reality, which has only become clear to me in recent years, is that none of us know the internal struggles family and friends are dealing with, or the reasons why someone would start using. I’ve lived in the city centre for years now, and while I do love it, there is a massive drug problem that appears to be worsening. I’d be lying if I said otherwise. When you witness young men and women in phone boxes and down lanes, trousers down, squatting over a needle at 8am on a weekday morning, it really does make you wonder about the circumstances that lead them down that path. It’s heart breaking. Worse still is seeing people try to function after they’ve injected. Both are truly desperate sights, but unfortunately ones I see daily. I really think that anything that helps get addicts off the streets and into a safer environment should be welcomed as a positive and progressive step in the right direction.”


-(2/7) This interview is part of a collaborative campaign between Humans of Dublin and the Ana Liffey Drug Project to raise awareness of the importance of medically supervised injecting facilities in Ireland. For more information, please visit Ana Liffey Drug Project’s Website

One thought on “After all, everyone knows the dangers of heroin, don’t they?

  1. My Dad died of a heroin overdose when I was 18 (eight years ago). I come from a “normal” family but addiction had been a central part of my upbringing. I don’t think my Dad ever wanted to become a drug addict and I don’t know if I will ever know what made him choose that path- but he did and sadly he was unable to free himself from his addiction.

    My grandparents and the rest of my family did their best to shield me from the bad stuff associated from my Dad’s addiction- the methadone, the pain and suffering. I watched him struggle everyday trying to beat the demons that were overpowering him- even during the periods when he was sober.

    Sadly, he overdosed when he came home to Ireland from a treatment centre abroad. He went to a place that my grandparents were able to afford to send him to. The people on the streets in Dublin, do not have the chance to go to places like my Dad went. They are suffering without dignity or help. I know that it is easy to say people bring it on themselves. But who are we to judge what kind of things put these people where they are.

    As a society, we need to understand that addiction is an illness that we have yet to fully comprehend. It is something that we need to address quickly. Less judgement and more compassion. Perhaps then we can help people to fight what will inevitably be a lifelong battle. But hopefully a battle they will win.

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