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Originally Posted by Wigs
I can't imagine how hard it must be to get clean. Makes meth, crack, even heroin look kinda mild by comparison.
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My gf is the only one we know who has managed to quit it, and it was really difficult (took about two years). Quitting crack was a lot easier, and quitting alcohol was a breeze that we didn't even notice. Also, it's kinda cheating to say she quit fentanyl because she's still on meds from the pharmacy that are a substitute to opioids; we tried to have her stop this last year (it's kinda annoying to have to go to the pharmacy every single day) and it was just impossible.
The staff at the opioid clinic (that she's been going to for nearly three years now) say she's the only one they're aware of that actually managed to totally quit the fentanyl shoots, and refer to her as the "star" of the program (even asking us if they could use the story to try to justify their funding; they also asked her if she was willing to be there in person as a sample of a patient, on that one day on which some higher healthcare brass were visiting the opioid clinic).
One of the "tools" that ultimately worked to get her off was to have her semi-sequestered (not against her will) at my parents' place, two hours away and in a town where she has no contacts. This phase lasted for many months.
Just to give you an idea, here's a real-life slice of life from this period:
My dad and I were leaving my parents' home early to go to a jobsite; my gf was still sleeping. I told my mom to make sure she didn't escape, as I knew she'd be craving her street opioids upon waking up. (She was on pharmacy substitutes, but it wasn't the same thing at all, according to her and I'm sure that's true.) My mom said, "you can go in peace, trust me, no problem". Then later that morning my mom calls and apologizes, because it turns out my gf, while my mom wasn't looking, pretended to be in a good mood and showing no signs of wanting to escape, and then about 10 seconds later, my mom notices one of the cars is gone from the driveway. I was mad at my mom and gave her shit (basically "you had ONE job!"), she was like "well I didn't know she was THAT bad", I'm like "basic anti-escaping-measures-101 is to hide all the keys really well!!!!" (which only leaves "calling a friend from her drug circles to do the 4-hour round trip to pick her up" as the escape option; something she's also done, and that's harder to prevent as long as she can discreetly access a phone or computer).
Having lived through that process, I think that your friend (giallo) if he's serious about quitting, absolutely needs to move somewhere far away for a while. Quitting if you stay in the same environment in which you were using, is basically impossible. We tried that at first, and realized it was hopeless.
I would also add that since the point of moving away is to make sure you have to make do with the pharmacy's opioid substitution meds, it ideally needs to be a place where you couldn't find street opioids even if you tried really hard (which you will). Like a small town where you know no one. That's even more important than sheer distance.