Mainlining Philly: Survival, Hope, and Resisting Drug Addiction
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Meeting Philadelphia native Dr. Geri-Lynn Utter, PsyD. for the first time, it would be easy to assume she's the product of the elite schools and glossy social life of the Mainline. But in fact, Geri-Lynn grew up in Kensington, her father and her mother both lifelong drug addicts. She saw firsthand the torment of addiction. The violence of the "life." The despair that there could be no way out except death by overdose.
Mainlining Philly is the harrowing story of how Geri-Lynn survived the grim alleys of Kensington and became a respected mental health professional. Her unique insight into the nature of addiction gives her the tools to offer solutions to those addicted and the families who love them. At times terrifying, startling, and hilarious, Mainlining Philly is a ride on the wrong sides of the tracks that you won't be able to put down and you will never forget.
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Mainlining Philly - Dr. Geri-Lynn Utter
Addiction
Introduction: Why This Book?
Unlike most other articles and books about addiction, this book offers both a professional and a personal perspective on addiction. I am considered an expert in the field of addiction not only because of my education and clinical experience (I am a Psy.D. clinical psychologist), but also because I am the child of a mother and father who are both drug addicts and a witness to countless addicts who lived and died in my parents’ wildly dysfunctional and often blatantly criminal inner circle during my childhood in one of the roughest areas of Philadelphia.
Long before I cracked open a book on the subject, my view of addiction was formed by witnessing its effects on real people. The familial and personal challenges I was confronted with during my youth helped me become a clinician with rare, real-world insight into addiction. More importantly, these challenges helped me develop genuine empathy for people gripped by addiction. Without being empathetic for those we treat, we can never really make a difference in helping addicts address this problem.
Believe me, it’s easy to grow to hate a loved one who is in active addiction. It’s as though the person you once knew no longer exists or that their physical body has been possessed by a demonic presence. But, as a society, when we begin to perceive drug addiction as the neurobiological, midbrain disease that it is rather than simply blaming it on the individual’s moral failure or lack of willpower, we are creating a genuine opportunity for the recovery of those struggling with this disease as we ease the burden of those who care for them.
My perspective arises from having been the child of addicted parents and from how their substance abuse and alcoholism (coupled, as these issues usually are, with severe mental health issues) influenced me to become a voice for others who are like my parents. In writing this book, I want my story to comfort people whose loved ones suffer from this disease. Although my personal experience with addiction, through my parents and their friends, was challenging and risky, it was a driving force in my desire to educate and inspire healthcare professionals, law enforcement personnel, and the general population about the disease of addiction.
There is often a trajectory for people suffering from opioid use disorder (OUD); they tend to start by using pain medications, such as Oxycontin or Percocet, before transitioning to heroin. Throughout my practice, I have heard many scenarios in which patients reported becoming addicted to pain medications for a multitude of reasons (chronic back pain, post-surgical pain, work- or accident-related injuries, etc.)
Before they realize it, their medication use has spiraled out of control. Consider the following example: A patient is prescribed a pain medication that he or she soon begins to take more frequently than prescribed. Eventually, he or she runs out of the medication before it is time for a refill and experiences acute withdrawal symptoms, such as abdominal cramping, diarrhea, sweating, body aches, insomnia, and irritability. In these instances, some patients manage to procure an additional prescription from their doctor, often by lying or manipulation (in most cases, physicians will not refill a narcotic prescription such as Percocet prior to its actual refill date).
Becoming dependent and addicted to opioid pain medication can happen so quickly that by the time the patient begins to question the dangerous pattern of their abuse, it’s often too late. Therefore, people who become addicted to initially prescribed opioids often begin to seek out non-prescribed opioid pain medication in order to support their addiction.
Buying opioid pain medication illegally is costly. For example, one 80 mg Oxycontin tablet is valued at around $20 on the street, depending on geographical and supply/demand factors. People who are addicted to pain medication may spend anywhere from $200 to $300 per day to support their habit, making the habit financially unsustainable. Due to these financial and access challenges, people who are actively abusing large quantities of pain medication may unexpectedly find themselves purchasing heroin.
Heroin is typically sold for $10 per bag on the East Coast. When an addict makes the transition from prescription pain medication to heroin, they can attain a high for a fraction of what they were paying for the pain medication; they can get the same high from a bag of heroin as they can get from 10 pills valued at approximately $200. Then, as the person builds a tolerance to heroin, they begin to need more and spend more. In a few months, they may go from using two bags of heroin daily to using a bundle
— a slang term for 13 bags of heroin purchased at one time — and still spend less to support their heroin addiction than they would for a pain medication addiction.
Keep in mind that as a person’s tolerance to heroin increases, their compulsion to use more increases. It’s at this juncture in the cycle of addiction when loved ones begin to notice behaviors in the addict that may be otherwise out of character for them, such as stealing, lying, or manipulating to obtain money in order to support the addiction.
For those of you who live with an addict, I want you to know that you can survive this with your mind and soul intact. For those of you who treat addicts, there is hope.
This is my story
Chapter One: My Crazy Beginnings
A Unique Past
I was born in Meadowbrook, Pennsylvania, a stone’s throw from Philadelphia.
My parents married in 1975, but I wasn’t conceived until five years later. According to my mother, she had spent a lot of that time convincing my father he was mature enough to become a father. He felt unprepared to raise a child because he had grown up in a wildly dysfunctional family and, in all truth, could barely take care of himself.
My mother, however, came from a traditional Italian-American family. And if you know anything about traditional Italian-American families, they expect daughters to give birth.
When my mother finally found herself with child, she wanted to name her after Dad, whose name was Jerome. Because everyone called him Jerry, she decided on the name Geri-Lynn.
That’s how I got my name.
Yet, despite Dad’s insistence that he wasn’t suitable parent material, I wasn’t my father’s first child. Before marrying my mother in 1975, my father had dated two other women. One woman got pregnant and gave birth to my half-sister Denise. I believe his reluctance to become a father again was partially the result of his realization that he was negligently absent from Denise’s life, having married my mother instead. Also, according to my mother, my father cheated on her constantly while they were married; he was a very charismatic, good-looking man who had been a singer in a popular band, and he took advantage of that with the ladies. So that may have explained part of his reluctance to have another child.
But there was even something more important in my father’s life than me, Denise, my mother, his music, or his other women.
Drugs.
My Father and Drugs
For the first three years of my life, my parents and I remained in the Meadowbrook area. My mother worked as a hairdresser. My father worked for the Mrs. Smith’s Pie Company.
Working a normal job must’ve been difficult for him. After all, he’d already enjoyed a successful singing career as a bass-baritone in the late 1960s. With his R&B group The Destinations, he even had a hit song on the soul music charts in the Philadelphia area. I believe it was at this time—during the anything-goes, drug-fueled 60s—that he started using illegal drugs, including heroin.
And shortly after I was born, he also turned to selling those drugs.
Like the people of all major cities, the people of Philadelphia had a big appetite for marijuana, cocaine, and methamphetamine, especially in the early 1980s. My father, always looking for a way to make a buck, went into the business of satisfying that appetite.
He and my Uncle Cholly (short for Charlie) were in cahoots to distribute methamphetamine, even though the two didn’t get along well. My uncle, a Vietnam veteran, had also become involved in drugs during the swinging 60s after returning home from the war. He was living in Kensington, an area of Philadelphia also known as the Badlands.
It was an area that would later become a significant part of my family’s wild life.
To complicate matters, my father also began using methamphetamine, thus violating the dealer’s rule never get high on your own supply.
Marge, Cholly’s wife, was also involved in the illegal drug trade. She worked for my uncle and my father. I remember Marge well, mostly because she was such a tough customer. She brawled with grown men. She had been stabbed and shot by her previous husband. She and my uncle had two daughters, close to my age, named Ronni and Amber.
It was all unsustainable, and there was only one possible outcome. When I was four years old, my father was arrested for possession with intent to distribute My father was found guilty and sentenced to prison.
That’s when my mother moved us into my grandmother’s house in the Germantown section of Philadelphia. It’s a historically Italian neighborhood that by this time had become largely African American. Around this time, my mother began to drink heavily. She and my grandmother would often fight. Though I was very young I remember these battles well. Those types of memories never really leave you.
While he was incarcerated, my father attempted to have my mother run his drug business. It wasn’t much different from a legitimate business in that sense. He encouraged her to contact his young associate, Eddie, so everything could continue while he did his time. My mother and Eddie hit it off well. You could say a little too well, because my mother started a torrid affair with him that would stretch out across her entire life.
And that’s why Eddie would play a large, horrible role in my life.
Eddie
I can describe Eddie in three words: dark, moody, and violent.
In his early twenties, Eddie was difficult when he was drinking alcohol. But he grew downright horrific when he was abusing Valium. The violence, the aggression he turned toward my mother at these times was awful.
Some background on Eddie: His father was a Philadelphia police officer who was a raging alcoholic, and his mother was very submissive to whatever Eddie’s father wanted. Eddie was one of four siblings, and he received the brunt of severe physical abuse that his father delivered. As a result of prolonged physical abuse in conjunction with verbal abuse, Eddie turned to alcohol and also turned into his father.
My grandmother had had enough of Eddie and she kicked me and my mother out of her home. I wasn’t old enough to know all the particulars, but it must’ve been a tough decision for my mommom to make.
That’s how, as a young child, I found myself roaming the streets with my mom and her new younger boyfriend, homeless. I remember hitching rides with my mother from strangers. I remember us asking people for money. I remember sleeping at many houses—friends, family, strangers.
I’m sure there is a lot I don’t remember. One thing I do remember is being scared to death of Eddie. And that never changed once across the course of my life. In fact, I grew so uncomfortable with him that one day we