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Woody
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 Posted - 11/04/2007 : 21:40:29
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It's actually a long story, but I'll K.I.S.S.. I started using drinking and using about age 12. I jumped in with both feet like I usually do. I was doing acid at about 15. I starting shooting downers like Demerol at about 16. Never graduated high school. After all, it does start with "High". I met my future bride when I was about 17. I was dating her when I found myself without a place to live and without a job. It took 3 or 4 years to where I got a job behind a garbage truck thanks to my wife's father, who was Mayor of the city she lived in. My wife and I began to "party" on our second date. We would get high, play drinking games and just get wasted. We even shot up together a few times. Got married just before my wife's 21st birthday. Went to New Orleans for our honeymoon. I have pictures which is good because I don't remember a lot of it. We continued to party a lot, then we found Crystal and coke. That's after you couldn't get Quaalude's anymore. Things continued on until we moved from Cleveland to San Diego. Then crystal became the best high for the bucks. It really did change a lot of our life. We met a couple at a parenting class. He was clean and sober for a while at that time. We became very good friends. He knew about our using and drinking, but seldom said anything. He would only say that when we were ready to clean up, let him know and he could help. I was a fairly functional user partly because it was my job to talk. Then, because of too many circumstances to get into, my wife decided to get clean and sober. She'd drag my ass to meetings with her in the hopes of something "rubbing off". Then, after being 4 years clean and sober, she decided to get her certification as a drug and alcohol counselor. OHHHH the pressure! The more she learned in school, the harder it was for me to hide my addictions. She knew all the tricks. Finally came the ultimatem..... her, or the drugs. So, 4 years after her, I got my doodoo together and quit using. So for me, it was a combination of pressure from her, going to meetings and hanging out with those friends of ours that I gave in and started to admit that I had a problem. Been clean and sober since then, August of 1997. On my birthday. We still talk to those friends and saw them the last time we went to San Diego. They will be friends for life.
So that's the long and the short of it and that's what got me to AA and NA.
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MsB
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Posted - 11/05/2007 : 00:00:46
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My is simple, My Dad started me in the program, I was smacked around and enough teachers saw my behavior, was invited to a meeting at school. then to a private one with Andrea..............she then sugguested Alateen that was Oct of 72. I did follow in my Dad footsteps, yet not as deep.
Take Care, Have a great moment in time.
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iowama
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Posted - 11/07/2007 : 21:19:01
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Thanks for sharing that, Woody.
Not unlike Ms. B--I got introduced to A.A. via the school system. Only it was for falling down the school bleachers during P.E., totally blitzed outta my gourd.
Mind you, I didn't really have a 'problem' then. I just 'got caught doing what every child did'.
And when they hospitalized me for blood alcohol poisoning--that wasn't my fault. I'd just gotten 'confused' about what I was really drinking.
And when they hospitalized me AGAIN for blood alcohol poisoning--THAT wasn't really my fault either. How was I suppose to know the 'other one' was just AS lethal as the first one I consumed.......afterall, I was just a 'kid'......
I got into A.A. via the courts who thought I might need a bit of 'education'. Bless their hearts for wanting me to learn how to drink responsibly!
The day I 'got' that there was a problem was the day I rang my father for the umpteenth time (from jail...blast those law enforcement folks that picked on people like me.....) to hear him say "Sounds like you've got a problem....." and he hung up on me.
I hit treatment for the four time and kept running until they refused to simply let me do my designated thirty days and kept me for a 123.....the boogers.
But the day that I owned the problem was MINE.....was better than a year into suiting up and showing up on a regular basis (whether I wanted to or NOT) to A.A. meetings after that 123 day '30 day' treatment center.
Bless all those hearts that put up with my mouthy, belligerent self.
Wait.....
Bless all those hearts that STILL put up with my mouthy, belligerent self! LOL
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Griz
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Posted - 11/07/2007 : 21:26:37
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| I had to fall flat on my face one too ,any times, it was a decission of do ot die.. My decission was simple! |
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