when I was withdrawing at home from drugs before I went into rehab I was so very grateful to be left to "die" in peace. I did not ask my husband to feed me or wait on me or nurse me. I just wanted to sleep it off if I could and find the strength to stand. It's like having a very bad flu. I am very thankful in that time that I was ill that I wasn't asked to go shopping, rake the yard or clean the dishes, I was dreadfully sick. I use that image of my weakness on my knees due to narcotics as a powerful recovery tool. I don't ever want to feel or go thru that again. I was weak for 2 weeks. Once I recovered my strength I began my journey to mental recovery. I am happily at 2 years clean. I decided on my own to enter rehab and I know that any pressure or ultimatums or threats would have not worked, I had to do this for myself and my higher power helped ready me for the time. I hope your addict comes clean for good.