Cultivating compassion

Cultivating compassion

As an adult child of an alcoholic with many other addicts in my life, I learned early to beat myself up. I took verbal abuse from multiple family members and watched my mom lash herself regularly over her shortcomings. My partner, an addict himself with the family disease of alcoholism, has many of the same…

Anonymity and trust

Anonymity and trust

In high school I was the classic overachiever, excelling in school and sports while also caring for my siblings when my mom was suffering from a disabling depression. A neighbor in recovery suggested that I try out Al-Anon, so I went, but only a few times. I was sure Al-Anon wasn’t for me. Since neither…

I still need a program

I still need a program

A former husband was my “qualifier” for 12 Step recovery.  When he first attempted sobriety, I was very excited to attend Alcoholics Anonymous meetings with him, but soon learned that there was a program for friends and families of alcoholics.   “The dynamics of alcohol addiction were all over my childhood…. I absorbed fears and…

My atheist Higher Power

My atheist Higher Power

When I arrived at my first Al-Anon meeting, desperate and upset about a family member, I heard things that gave me hope. But the Twelve Steps’ talk of “God” made me very uncomfortable. A lifelong atheist, I had no desire to “get religion.” Moreover, I disapproved of those who thought differently. Now I seemed to…