Hi.. I was addicted to the same thing that yu have described here in your story... my parents sat for hours on end and always thought they had also done something wrong. Luckily for me, I had just a small ounce of God left within me at the time and I told them a month after my senior year had already started that if I couldn't leave, I couldn't stop. My parents moved me to AZ where I spent the year with my uncle and straightened myself out. The only thing I can truely tell you is that you're right. This drug takes over our young minds and we crave it like money in birthday cards. Once we try it, we love it. Its hard to resist. What woke me up was someone saying what do you want to be when you grow up? That's when I realized I can't be a doctor and be on drugs? I've got to choose. I wish you and your son luck. The best thing you cado n is move him far away or ask him, what do you want to be when you grow up? Email me with any questions.. drdrobey@gmail.com