I need sleep,” my dad said, dismissing us when we got back to the house, sitting awkwardly on a sofa which had collapsed beneath his weight. His tracksuit bottoms caught up on his calf exposed the shocking white of his skin. I straightened the covers for him, plumping the cushions.
He watched TV. He drank. He dozed. He repeatedly made phone calls to Tara, who was now living on the east coast with her new family. “Honey, the kids are giving me a hard time. They’re telling me I’m drinking. I’m not drinking.” He hung up the phone and immediately redialled her number. When again this provoked no response, he reached for a nearby different phone- my father the trickster- as if a different handset might catch her out. Over the course of the day
My relationship with drugs first began during my senior year of high school. While most of my peers attended their first parties years earlier, my first was not until I was already 17 years old. I still remember feeling so cool for attending my first party and having my first sip of alcohol. The feeling of being drunk was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I felt liberated, like I could break out of my quiet shell and be that fun, goofy person that everyone wanted to hang out with. Prior to this night I had never used any type of substance, legal or illegal. Since then I have continued using alcohol while also trying various different types of drugs including caffeine, marijuana, tobacco, and adderall.
“Hey what's going on down here,” dad shouts in confusion.“You guys need to quiet down. It's 4AM and you need to get some sleep.”
Achieving sobriety is the ultimate goal for all patients recovering from an addiction to drugs or alcohol. However, the road to long-term sobriety can be long and challenging. That’s why it’s important to understand the benefits of getting sober. When roadblocks appear on the road to recovery, it can be helpful to remember what you’re gaining by giving up alcohol and/or drugs.
In addition, before anyone would speak, their open monologue would be their name and “I’m an Alcoholic.” After the person would introduce themselves, everyone would greet the attendee. For the members who were court ordered to attend, they began to pass their paper to the chairperson to have their slip signed. At the end of the hour long session, everyone stood up and gathered around in a circle. We then said a prayer for others who may be suffering and asked for continued mental clarity towards continued sobriety.
So I attended the AA (alcoholic anonymous) meeting of a group called Choices Group from the KCB club on November 13th, 2015 at 2:30 PM. This AA meeting was held at the location of 5715 W. Alexander Rd.//Leon Ave. Although they meet everyday, this was the best day for my schedule. What I liked is that right away, I got in touch with the meeting organizer named Laura and she was more then willing to let me sit in in one of the meetings. Even over the phone I could feel that she was a nice person and when I met her I was not wrong. She has purple hair and such a bubbly personality. For starters, I always thought everyone would sit around in a circle but that was not the case in this meeting. There were tables where people can sit as well as some back chairs with no tables. When I arrived, Laura told me to sit in the back and when we go over people’s names to say that I was a visitor, that unfortunately never happened. It was around 2:27 PM and there was roughly 10 people there. As it got closer to 2:30 PM a bus showed up and that is when the rest of the people showed up. Roughly 45 people were there and the meeting started.
Ever since I was a little girl I have always aspired to follow in my grandfather’s footsteps and become a prosperous attorney like him. He exerted himself strenuously, graduated from Northeastern Law School and was one of the founding partners of the Morrison, Mahoney and Miller Law firm currently located in Boston. It has been an arduous journey for me to verbally express the least endeavoring to follow my grandfather’s legacy. Shortly after graduating high school, my life consummately spiraled out of control and I was faced with adversity that seemed insurmountable. It is paramount to take a moment and apportion some brief history considering that I my past has molded me into the strenuously exertive, goal oriented student I have always aspired to be.
For me, that would be a very unfortunate situation. I absolutely love milk, and I drink more than I should. My go to drink is chocolate milk or hot chocolate. I have hot chocolate at least twice a week, and have plain ol’ chocolate milk at least three, if not more. It doesn’t help that I have a collection of Disney mugs that I love to use, and what perfect drink to put in them besides hot chocolate. Milk is of very high need in my life, and my world would be stygian without it. Don’t get me wrong though, I enjoy root beer too. However, I drink root beer abstemiously. I think the only time I ever drink it is when I’m looking for something fizzy to drink, and it’s the only pop in our house. There are also occasions when my mom brings home little
Shelby Allen, was only 17 when alcoholism took her life. She was a good kid, that made a bad choice and that one error took her life. She had one sister named Tera, a mom named Debbie and a dad named Steve. It all happen during christmas break on 2008, when Shelby ask her parents if she could stay at a friend’s house, Alyssa, instead of going shopping with her older sister Terra. Who knows that might have saved her life. After Alyssa and Shelby stop to eat dinner at a taco restaurant, they got a call from one of their friends, who wish to stay anonymous, so let’s pretend her name is Jane, invited them over to her house. She told then that both her sisters were home and that there was drinking involve. But what Shelby parents wouldn’t have know at the time is that
Growing up, I dealt with a mother who struggled with addiction; to be unambiguous, she was an alcoholic. She drowned in her alcoholism as it pulled her down an alarming road. She was dreadfully depressed and believed that alcohol was the only way to make her feel better, addiction blinded her from what a great life she could have ahead of her. Not a single member of our family knew how to help her comprehend how much happier she would be if she could stop drinking her sorrows away. When it came to family events, my mom would try to conform to how others were acting and act “sober” even though she was already countless drinks deep in to drinking. Nevertheless, my mother just wanted others to like her which would lead her to change her outward
I would like to say I’m sorry to you for my behavior on Friday evening; however, I am worried about you and it upsets me that you keep drinking.
As I pulled up and parked I checked in with myself to see how I was feeling. I was extremely nervous that I would stand out like a sore thumb. I have never been to a meeting before and I didn’t know if everyone had to speak or if there would be some sort of role call where everyone would need to introduce themselves and state they were an alcoholic and how long they had been sober. I was quite concerned that I would make some sort of social faux pas since I didn’t know the rules.
Luis states that the first time he tried alcohol was when he was 21-years-old. “I worked in the fields as a teenager and my brothers would ask me to go have a drink and I would tell them no. When I turned 21-years-old, my friend took me out and had one drink. I did not try and have another drink for almost one year.” Luis reports that at his heaviest use, from ages 22-years-old to 27-years-old, he was drinking 3 to 4 drinks on Friday and Saturday nights with 2 ounces of tequila over a three to four-hour period. “After I received my first Driving Under the Influence in January/February 2014, I stopped drinking and did not drink again until the day I received my second Driving Under the Influence charge. My sister-in-law had just arrived from
Today was quite interesting and a learning experience for me.First, my group members and I was informed about what we would be doing today for clinical, which was interviewing patients on one and one base about their health history. My preceptor then told me I would be interviewing an alcoholic patient, the thought of nervousness started to kick in my head since I know alcohol is a very sensitive topic and the patient may not want to go in-depth or give out too much information about their lifestyle, so I was wondering how I should go about with the interview if the patient is like that.
I have actually been trying for a while. I was taking some meds that made me gain like 5lb a month which was incredibly frustrating. But I'm off of those and finally back to loosing weight. I have actually finally cut out the two things things that I believe have been holding me back the most and that's; fast food, and alcohol. I tried to tell myself that eating chicken sandwiches from Wendy's or chicken soft tacos from taco bell was healthy. Obviously it isn't. I have actually started grilling all of my food (mainly chicken and some pork tenderloin) and not only do I feel better, but I enjoy grilling and it tastes much better. The alcohol thing is probably temporary but the amount of alcohol to get me feeling good is enough
I understand that, at least for me at the time, drinking was a way of connecting with friends, to socialize with strangers, and to alleviate the shyness. But in hindsight, I noticed there was a change from wanting to needing a drink. It was a way to deal with the tree of work and life itself. Years later now my wife and son are in the picture, I do my best not drink "that much" at home, but still finding a myriad of excuses to do so.