So, I've titled my blog "Discovering Recovering," but when I think about all the time I've spent in and out of these rooms, I realize what an incredibly slow learner I am. It oughta make me have more patience for my addict. Maybe writing it will.
I first discovered 12 step programs in the mid eighties. At that time, I used to work with adolescents and I'd find teens that needed AA meetings and bring them there. (Have you guessed my primary addiction yet?) I used to think that AA made so much sense and that I wanted some of what they had. I don't think I thought that second part consciously. Since I've never been a drinker, as letting myself get out of control is waaaaaay too scary for me, I would seek out kids who needed meetings to justify my presence there. Then, the agency I worked for decided to have a meeting on campus and needed an adult to sit in. Of course I jumped at that one.
Later, I attended a training that included information about children of alcoholics. My family fit the profile to a Tee. I was the oldest, the rescuer. My brother was the scapegoat middle child. And my sister was the youngest, the loner. It was scary how well this literature described my family. I completely pissed off my mother by asking if there was some addiction in my family of origin that I didn't know about.
I found myself in a relationship for 2 years where my sole purpose of being in the relationship was suicide prevention. If I left her, she was going to commit suicide, and it would be my fault. Needless to say, it was a very sick relationship, but it fed my disease. She needed. I needed to be needed. Oh, by the way, she had this thing with prescription narcotics, and she'd hold me hostage with them. It was her preferred method of suicide threats. I don't have much memory of that time, but I do have this one memory of her threatening to take a pill a minute until I did or said something she wanted me to do or say.
The day I finally put her out, I called a hotline looking for an Adult Children of Alcoholics program, hoping that even though there was no known addiction in my family, that this would be a program that could help me. I was told there was no ACOA meeting that day, but that there was a program called Codependents Anonymous meeting in an hour. I went.
I remember being pissed during my first CoDA meeting. They read characteristics and they were describing me. I knew I was crazy, but I thought I was my own unique crazy. I didn't find comfort (at least at the time) in not being alone. It pissed me off. I stayed in CoDA for 9 years. Somewhere, I have a chip to prove it. I learned all kinds of things about boundaries and taking care of me. But I was single, so I didn't have much opportunity to practice those skills.
Then I met, fell in love with, and married the woman of my dreams. Just being around her made me the kind of stupid happy where you find yourself humming when you're somewhere near her. She had teen daughters, so I had instant family. We had all kinds of trials and tribulations, but we worked through them together. Well, really more accurately, she had all kinds of trials and tribulations which I helped her through. But the problems were clearly not about me and really didn't effect me. She was very open and willing to let me help her. And I was waay willing to help. Compassion was easy to come by. I was getting my codie fix and I guess like any addiction journey, the beginning of the ride felt all good. There was no time for and at the time I saw no reason for going to meetings or being in recovery. I felt good!
There was a period of a couple of months where she got really distant, and I didn't understand why. Of course, my natural instinct is to decide that it was all my fault, though I had no idea what I'd done. She eventually told me that she had had been taking prescription pain pills (MY prescription pain pills, mind you) and that's what had been making her so distant. Well she has actual addiction in her family of origin (as opposed to phantom addiction in mine) and it scared her and she stopped, at least for then.
Things were better for a long time, but then they got slowly worse. And like a lobster in a boiling pot, I didn't know I was coming to a slow boil and about to be consumed. Again, things were off but I didn't have a clue why, and again I blamed me. There were signs, but I surely didn't/ wouldn't see them. I knew she was withdrawing more and more and more. Our household was getting more and more and more disfunctional. I was getting more and more miserable and desperate. This time the things that she was doing and the things that she was choosing not to do had a major negative impact on me and on our family. I really didn't understand what the hell was going on.
Then, she came to me and told me she had a problem with prescription narcotics and that she couldn't stop. After some false starts, including going to our doctor together (her pusher) and having him tell us that she was ok and that some people take narcotics for the rest of their lives, she got herself into detox. It took me a week of her being in detox to figure out that there was a place for me- Naranon. I did mention that I'm an incredibly slow learner, right?
Well, that was 9 months ago. It's been a slow and painful process for both of us. But we're both still here and together. There was a time not too long ago that I didn't think that would be the case. I spent most of our relationship convincing her that I really meant the phrase I'd use with her all the time, "forever, no matter what." But then, the choices she was making were having such devastating effects on my life, and I couldn't find any way out of the pain without considering getting out of the relationship. The thought of leaving was just as devastating though. Commitment and trust are sooooo important to me. I didn't think I had any good choices. But slowly, agonizingly, we're inching our way back from the precipice. And today's a good day.
Thanks for letting me share.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
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6 comments:
I like your background! :) But more seriously, welcome to the blogging world. It is really very helpful. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for reading, and for my first comment. Codie me LOVES validation.
Hey, I think I DO know you! I've heard this story before! I'm excited you're here! It's like a big old online meeting all day long...and there's lots of attention to be had!
Oh, JW, you can add detective skills to your writing skills. You're right. You know me. And I didn't even give you any hints by responding to that llama farm post!! ;-)
See...I keep doing this thing with the llama farm. I forget that women can be addicts, too...if you dig deep in my blog, there's a post somewhere fairly early on about me being afraid I was some kind of a bigot because I was sometimes appalled that you weren't having a llama farm...that a relationship with a woman wasn't a magical cure for what ails me...damn reality!
But I'm very excited you're here...Chloe, who responds to my blog sometimes, is a certain coffee-mad friend of ours...you might find her coming your way soon. You should put ads on your blog, too. Clicking ads is how I say "I Love You" in blog language. I've made almost $50 in 6 months of blogging...
See you Tuesday maybe, but definitely Thursday...and I'll see you in blog land much more!
Yay!
Thanks for sharing -- and for stopping by my blog. You know, it's funny how all we codies have things in common. My first relationship was with someone who was suicidal, and I remember so well that feeling of needing to be needed, of how important I was for keeping someone alive...
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