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Dust Off (or a variant of the product) is available everywhere
there's a computer.
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First I'm going to tell you a little about me and my family. My name
is Jeff. I am a Police Officer for a city which is known nationwide
for its crime rate. We have a lot of gangs and drugs. At one point
we were # 2 in the nation in homicides per capita. I also have a
police K-9 named Thor He was certified in drugs and general duty
He retired at 3 years old because he was shot in the line of duty.
He lives with us now and I still train with him because he likes it.
I always liked the fact that there was no way to bring drugs into my
house. Thor wouldn't allow it. He would tell on you. The reason I
say this is so you understand that I know about drugs. I have taught
in schools about drugs. My wife asks all our kids at least once a
week if they used any drugs. Makes them promise they wont.
I like building computers occasionally and started building a new
one in February 2005. I also was working on some of my older
computers. They were full of dust so on one of my trips to the
computer store I bought a 3 pack of DUST OFF. Dust Off is a can of
compressed air to blow dust off a computer. A few weeks later when I
went to use one of them they were all used. I talked to my kids and
my two sons both said they had used them on their computer and
messing around with them. I yelled at them for wasting the 10
dollars I paid for them. On February 28 I went back to the computer
store. They didn't have the 3 pack which I had bought on sale so I
bought a single jumbo can of Dust Off. I went home and set it down
beside my computer.
On March 1st, I left for work at 10 PM. Just before midnight my wife
went down and kissed Kyle goodnight. At 5:30 am the next morning
Kathy went downstairs to wake Kyle up for school, before she left
for work. He was propped up in bed with his legs crossed and his
head leaning over. She called to him a few times to get up. He
didn't move. He would sometimes tease her like this and pretend he
fell back asleep. He was never easy to get up. She went in and shook
his arm. He fell over. He was pale white and had the straw from the
Dust Off can coming out of his mouth. He had the new can of Dust Off
in his hands. Kyle was dead.
I am a police officer and I had never heard of this. My wife is a
nurse and she had never heard of this. We later found out from the
coroner, after the autopsy, that only the propellant from the can of
Dust off was in his system. No other drugs. Kyle had died between
midnight and 1 AM
I found out that using Dust Off is being done mostly by kids ages 9
through 15. They even have a name for it. It's called dusting. A
take off from the Dust Off name. It gives them a slight high for
about 10 seconds. It makes them dizzy. A boy who lives down the
street from us showed Kyle how to do this about a month before. Kyle
showed his best friend. Told him it was cool and it couldn't hurt
you. Its just compressed air. It can't hurt you. His best friend
said no.
Kyle was wrong. It's not just compressed air. It also contains a
propellant called R2. Its a refrigerant like what is used in your
refrigerator. It is a heavy gas. Heavier than air. When you
inhale it, it fills your lungs and keeps the good air, with oxygen,
out. That's why you feel dizzy, buzzed. It decreases the oxygen to
your brain, to your heart. Kyle was right. It can't hurt you. IT
KILLS YOU. The horrible part about this is there is no warning.
There is no level that kills you. It's not cumulative or an
overdose; it can just go randomly, terribly wrong. Roll the dice and
if your number comes up you die. IT'S NOT AN OVERDOSE. It's Russian
Roulette. You don't die later. Or not feel good and say I've had too
much. You usually die as you're breathing it in. If not, you die
within 2 seconds of finishing "the hit." That's why the straw was
still in Kyle's mouth when he died. Why his eyes were still open.
The experts want to call this huffing. The kids don't believe it's
huffing. As adults we tend to lump many things together. But it
doesn't fit here. And that's why it's more accepted. There is no
chemical reaction. no strong odor. It doesn't follow the huffing
signals. Kyle complained a few days before he died of his tongue
hurting. It probably did. The propellant causes frostbite. If I had
only known.
It's easy to say hey, it's my life and I'll do what I want. But it
isn't. Others are always effected. This has forever changed our
family's life. I have a hole in my heart and soul that can never be
fixed. The pain is so immense I can't describe it. There's nowhere
to run from it. I cry all the time and I don't ever cry. I do what
I'm supposed to do but I don't really care. My kids are messed up.
One won't talk about it. The other will only sleep in our room at
night. And my wife, I can't even describe how bad she is taking
this. I thought we were safe because of Thor. I thought we were safe
because we knew about drugs and talked to our kids about them.
After Kyle died another story came out. A Probation Officer went to
the school system next to ours to speak with a student. While there
he found a student using Dust Off in the bathroom. This student told
him about another student who also had some in his locker. This is a
rather affluent school system. They will tell you they don't have a
drug problem there. They don't even have a dare or plus program
there. So rather than tell everyone about this "new" way of getting
high they found, they hid it. The probation officer told the media
after Kyle's death and they, the school, then admitted to it. I know
that if they would have told the media and I had heard, it wouldn't
have been in my house.
We need to get this out of our homes and school computer labs. Using
Dust Off isn't new and some "professionals" do know about. It just
isn't talked about much, except by the kids. They all seem to know
about it.
April 2nd was 1 month since Kyle died. April 5th would have been his
15th birthday. And every weekday I catch myself sitting on the
living room couch at 2:30 in the afternoon and waiting to see him
get off the bus. I know Kyle is in heaven but I can't help but
wonder if I died and went to Hell.
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This Officer is asking for everyone who receives this email to
forward it to everyone in their address book, even Law Enforcement
Officers.
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Origins: While many of the
Internet-circulated tales of tragedy prove either to be baseless scaremongering
or vastly overblown accounts that contain only a small shred of truth, this one,
unfortunately, checks out in every respect. On 2
March 2005, 14-year-old Kyle Williams was found dead in his bedroom at
his family's Cleveland-area home. At 5:45 that morning, his mother, Kathy
Williams (a nurse by profession), had attempted to wake him before she left for
work. She initially thought Kyle was joking when he failed to get up, but she
then pulled back the covers and found her son lying motionless, a can of
Dust-Off, a common computer cleaner, next to his face. She
immediately called the Lake County Sheriff’s Office.
The boy's father
and the author of the e-mail, Jeff Williams, is an East Cleveland
police officer. He was on duty when his son's body was discovered and arrived
home to find Lake County Sheriff’s Office personnel already on the scene.
According to the coroner, the boy died sometime between midnight and 1
a.m. His mother had kissed him goodnight at a quarter to
midnight.
Jeff Williams does indeed have a
German Shepherd named Thor who had been a police dog with the East Cleveland
Police Department until he was shot in the line of duty in March 2001. Thor's
injuries necessitated his retirement from the force, so he became the Williams'
family pet.
Mr. Williams' letter began as a post to an online message
board he visited for support in the wake of his son's death. It prompted a
teacher who found it there to ask if she could read it to her class, which in
turn prompted him to write for her a more detailed version that gave a better
sense of who his son had been. He also posted this expanded account to a couple
of message boards where he was discussing his grief. It is this version that now
circulates.
This sad e-mail about a teen's demise reached
us in the first week of April 2005. By mid-May 2005, versions in circulation had
picked up the following attribution, causing many to conclude the death had
taken place in Calgary, Alberta, rather than in Cleveland, Ohio:
Dust-Off, the product that proved to be Kyle Williams' undoing, has been implicated in a number of deaths:
Falcon, the maker of Dust-Off, is aware its product is abused
in this fashion. It has posted information about inhalant
abuse on its web site, and cans of Dust Off bear a label
cautioning users against misuse of the product and carry this warning in large
red block letters: "Inhalant abuse is illegal and can cause permanent injury or
be fatal. Please use our product responsibly."
Yet while it might be
tempting to regard this threat as one limited to Dust-Off (and
therefore as a danger that can be averted by banning a specific product from the
home), the truth is a great number of teens and pre-teens routinely
attempt to get high by abusing inhalants and solvents found in common household
products. Dust-Off is just one of a thousand or more products that
can abruptly end the life of someone foolishly looking for an inhalant high. The
list of items that can be turned to this purpose is almost endless and includes
such innocuous-looking goods as hair spray and aerosol whipped cream. Depending
on how the intoxicant is taken in, the process is referred to as 'bagging' or
'huffing' — bagging requires the substance be contained in a
plastic or paper bag which the thrill-seeker then breathes from, while huffing
involves either breathing directly from an aerosol or through a cloth soaked in
solvent.
Both bagging and huffing can, and have, proved fatal. Sudden
death can result on the first try, making one's first time seeking this
particular kick also one's last. That first time's being a killer isn't an
exaggeration, either: 22% of all inhalant-abuse deaths occur among users who had
not previously bagged or huffed. Suffocation, dangerous behavior, and aspiration
account for 45% of inhalant abuse fatalities, with "sudden sniffing death"
(fatal cardiac arrhythmia) causing the remaining 55%. Suffocation usually takes
its toll through the victim's slipping into unconsciousness then dying of a lack
of oxygen, but it can also happen through airway obstruction brought about
through swelling caused by spraying certain agents into the mouth. Dangerous
behavior-related deaths are those in which inhalant abuse cause the deceased to
engage in risk-laden activities that bring about his demise: he drowns, jumps or
falls from a high place, dies of exposure or hypothermia, is in (or on) a
vehicle that he loses control of at high speed, or accidentally sets himself on
fire (most inhalants are flammable). Death through aspiration of vomited
materials comes about through an unconscious victim's protective airway reflexes
being depressed by the chemicals involved. "Sudden sniffing death" is a simple
way of saying the hydrocarbons being inhaled provoke irregular heart rhythms in
the victim, leading to sudden fatal cardiac arrest. Even young and very healthy
hearts fail this way.
According to the American Academy of Pediatrics,
the peak age of inhalant abusers is 14 to 15 years,
with onset occurring in those as young as 6 to 8
years. Use declines typically by 17 to 19 years
of age.
Inhalant abuse is rife among children and teens for a number of
reasons beyond the usual factors that inspire young people to experiment with
drugs, such as curiousity, thrill seeking, escapism, defiance, and peer
pressure. First, the products required to produce inhalant highs are readily
available in every home. Even when users have to resort to buying their own, the
goods cost little and are easy to purchase, both in terms of availability
(almost every store sells at least a few items that can be huffed) and lack of
challenge by sales clerks (kids generally need not fear provoking adult
disapproval or undue questioning through the act of buying cans of whipped
cream). No drug dealers need be sought out, no furtive connections with the
underworld made; purchases are easily effected at the corner store, even by the
most unsavvy and knock-kneed with terror at the thought of being caught.
Second, because these products are an ordinary part of the household
landscape, they take on for many a presumption of safety. Few adults are
accustomed to thinking of air freshener as something that can kill, or of Magic
Markers as items that can end lives; these are instead viewed as non-dangerous
goods, the sort of ordinary household necessities one doesn't so much as look at
twice let alone regard with mistrust. Kids can easily take that bland acceptance
a step further, adding a presumption of harmlessness to that which is routinely
left about for anyone to use.
Third, little other than the act of
bagging or huffing itself needs to be concealed from parental eyes. Very few
moms and dads will stop to question why their kid has taken to keeping spray
deodorant in his backpack or wonder why the family's can of furniture polish
keeps turning up in their boy's bedroom, even if these same parents were the
sort to be thrown into a panic by the merest glimpse of something that might be
a baggie containing dried, crushed plant material. Whereas other intoxicants
can't be explained away when found by dear old Dad (a bottle of hooch won't pass
for shampoo, nor a bag of pills for candy), inhalants continue to look like what
they primarily are: typical household products. Other possible
tip-offs to what the sensation seeker has been up to will be
dismissed almost as soon as they're noted — strange chemical odors
wafting about the child will be brushed off by even the most drug-alert parents
as "Somebody must have Scotchguarded something around here" or "That boy has
been playing in somebody's garage." Small sores and marks around the youngster's
mouth and nose will be attributed to everything under the sun except inhalant
abuse (e.g., allergies, colds, scratching, the family dog, or even "Clumsy must
have tripped over his big feet again").
It's this triple whammy of
factors (readily-obtainable inexpensive high-producing chemicals, intoxicants
and tip-offs that are easily concealed from parents, and utter failure on the
part of users to appreciate the very real dangers inherent to the practice) that
makes inhalant abuse prevalent among drug-curious pre-teens and
teens. On their side of the equation, adults rarely pick up on the abuse or its
signs unless they actually catch someone red-handed, nor do they grasp how
lethal this form of drug use is, concentrating instead on the threat posed by
the illegal substances proffered by drug dealers.
Barbara "greater
danger lurks in the home than on the playground" Mikkelson
Additional information:
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Inhalants and Solvent Abuse (Martin J. Smilkstein, M.D.) |
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Inhalants, Bagging, Huffing and Youth (Mid-Columbia Center for Living) |
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National Inhalant Prevention Coalition |
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