The last time I ever used drugs, I had a bad LSD trip. I called my mother and asked her to pick me up and told her I was on LSD, but that I'd be ok in a few hours. She flipped and drove me to the local hospital where a psychiatrist diagnosed me with "drug-induced psychosis". Of course, that's what LSD does and it goes away after a few hours. However, the psych lady had a niece who was on staff at AARC, so she told my parents that I was an "end-stage user" and that I would die if they didn't immediately put me in AARC. I had only smoked pot 10-15 times and used LSD exactly four times. I'd never been drunk. And that last trip was enough to scare the shit out of me, so I never used drugs again - no thanks to AARC.
Anyway, that's how I ended up there, but apparently my mother had been attending open meeting for several months before that incident. She just obviously wanted a druggie kid for some reason.
Rachael