If harm reduction and welfare disappeared out of the blue, I'd be in rehab first thing tomorrow
Sitting in a harm reduction centre, sipping some hot coffee, after coming in for some meth pipes.
I sat here wondering what type of coffee they serve. It's free, and better than anything I've ever gotten at Tim Hortons or McDonald's. Funny how that works.
Part of me is "happy" that I can get my paraphernalia here, clean and safe rather than doing something desperate that could cause an infection. Im going to smoke regardless.
I walk up to the counter. "Can I get some meth pipes?"
"One or two?"
"Two please, and can I get a coffee with that?", I ask as if I'm casually ordering a coffee to go with my breakfast.
Part of me knows these places are the exact type of shit that enables people to keep using.
Keeps them alive for now but kills em slow for the future.
Keeps them alive for a profit, preying on the disease that is addiction.
With altruism as the disguise.
"Here's your meth pipes and coffee!", she places them down in front of me, sing-songy with a friendly smile. Everybody seems too cheerful about this.
"Would you like a mouth piece with that?"
It's honestly a bit dystopian.
I don't believe the workers are to blame. I see them as they converse with those who walk in and out through the doors. They treat them as humans when, for a lot of them, nobody else really bothers. Many of them are barely addressed by their first name outside of here. It's a lonely, dark life for many. The workers ask about their day, joke around with them like friends, listen to them vent. It feels like a supportive, tight-knit community on the surface. I know as individuals, the goal isn't to enable anybody. They seem to genuinely care.
I do, however, believe that the majority are brainwashed into believing that this is what is right. I try to surpress the feeling because it feels dehumanizing towards them. I don't surpress it for their sake, I just rather not feel so alone.