First a good look at this disease and the approach made with alcoholics anonymous. The first step of AA; We admitted we were powerless over alcohol that our lives had become unmanageable.
Now I break this step down into two sections first being; "We admitted we were powerless over alcohol" This step breaks down once again into two more categories on page 44 of the Big Book."
If, when you honestly want to, you find you cannot quit entirely, or if when drinking, you have little control over the amount you take, you are probably alcoholic." This is loss of choice and control.
First I'll tackle control. This is what Dr.Silkworth is referring to in the doctors opinion when he mentions the allergic reaction. Once I take that first drink I have no idea when or where that run is going to end. It may well end waking up in my own bed, car where it's supposed to be, no harm no foul. The problem is that as the disease progressed This became a less frequent occurrence. I began drinking insane amounts of alcohol, waking up in the wrong place, blacking out for days at a time, getting "whiskey bumps" on my cars, just in general paying a higher and higher price. This was happening without my permission.
I will relay one specific event. I had a date. A beautiful girl had agreed to go out with me and I was smitten. She was hot. I put forth a distinct effort to impress her. I found an upscale restaurant. I called ahead and made sure the prices were more than the standard dennys prices. It was classy. It had a full bar, all art-deco complete with a bartender wearing a bow tie and cumber bun, serving martinis and drinks with umbrellas. Lets face it, I wanted to impress the pants off this girl and was doing the best I could muster. I was looking to get my hedge clipped here, ya know?
I was to meet her there for dinner. I arrived and at once there was a call for me. It was my date, she had to work late and was going to be an hour late. Ok. I have no problem with that at all. I decided to go over to the bar and just have a beer while I waited. This was a good night. I had no problem with her being late. If I was lucky it was going to be a great night. Just a beer. By the time she got there I was [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse] faced. Stupid drunk. Now there was no reason for me to be drunk, I didn't want or plan to be drunk, the worst thing I could do was to be drunk, but there I was stupid flipping drunk. Why? It wasn't a bad day, I wasn't drunk because my daddy was an [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse], I wasn't drunk because on anything at all except I had taken that first drink and having this disease I was off to the races.
That's what the allergic reaction does to us. One drink sets up the craving for the next. I gave my drinking no thought at all until she walked in and I knew I had screwed up. We cannot master it anymore than we can master poison ivy.
Next up is choice. If I can't control it I need to stay out of it right? That sounds nice in theory but by the time my drinking had become a problem quitting wasn't a viable option.You see this disease doesn't start way out there in crazy land with the blackouts and lies and violence, it starts way before that, defined by Dr.Silkworth as a feeling of "restless, irritable and discontent". In short I don't feel comfortable in my own skin. It's just a small feeling at the start. I just don't feel I fit in anywhere. I always feel I am on the outside looking in. One day however, I took a drink or three and suddenly it was magic. It was as if all the bad drained out of me. I could feel the blessed juice flowing through my veins. I fit. I could come out and play. I could sing. I could dance. I could walk across the bar and talk to the prettiest girl in the place. I felt a part of. I had found the medicine that fixed me.
There was a problem though. This drinking began to bring problems. Not big ones, not at first. Maybe a little puking. Maybe a fight that I wouldn't have gotten into otherwise. Small stuff that began to complicate my life. Well, alcohol made the inner bad go away, and yes it made the outer bad stuff go away too. Along with this, there began a subtle shift. The amount of alcohol I needed to drink in order to get to that "sweet spot" became larger and larger. Also the restless irritable and discontent became larger and larger until it was a white noise in my head driving me mad at times. Conversely the "sweet spot" became smaller and smaller, until at the end I was paying a horrific price in order to just get to zero, to the black out. I wasn't drinking to feel good anymore, to have a good time. I just wanted to black it all out and go away.
By the end the only thing in my life that I could count on was alcohol. It had betrayed me but I still loved it, I needed it. It was the only thing that had ever made the bad go away and damn there was a lot of bad in my life.
People would point out that the drinking was killing me. Hell any fool could see that, the problem was that all the stuff in my head was killing me faster. I would do anything but just don't ask me to give up the drink. Loneliness? unemployment? Homelessness? I can take that, just don't take my drink.
Now I break this step down into two sections first being; "We admitted we were powerless over alcohol" This step breaks down once again into two more categories on page 44 of the Big Book."
If, when you honestly want to, you find you cannot quit entirely, or if when drinking, you have little control over the amount you take, you are probably alcoholic." This is loss of choice and control.
First I'll tackle control. This is what Dr.Silkworth is referring to in the doctors opinion when he mentions the allergic reaction. Once I take that first drink I have no idea when or where that run is going to end. It may well end waking up in my own bed, car where it's supposed to be, no harm no foul. The problem is that as the disease progressed This became a less frequent occurrence. I began drinking insane amounts of alcohol, waking up in the wrong place, blacking out for days at a time, getting "whiskey bumps" on my cars, just in general paying a higher and higher price. This was happening without my permission.
I will relay one specific event. I had a date. A beautiful girl had agreed to go out with me and I was smitten. She was hot. I put forth a distinct effort to impress her. I found an upscale restaurant. I called ahead and made sure the prices were more than the standard dennys prices. It was classy. It had a full bar, all art-deco complete with a bartender wearing a bow tie and cumber bun, serving martinis and drinks with umbrellas. Lets face it, I wanted to impress the pants off this girl and was doing the best I could muster. I was looking to get my hedge clipped here, ya know?
I was to meet her there for dinner. I arrived and at once there was a call for me. It was my date, she had to work late and was going to be an hour late. Ok. I have no problem with that at all. I decided to go over to the bar and just have a beer while I waited. This was a good night. I had no problem with her being late. If I was lucky it was going to be a great night. Just a beer. By the time she got there I was [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse] faced. Stupid drunk. Now there was no reason for me to be drunk, I didn't want or plan to be drunk, the worst thing I could do was to be drunk, but there I was stupid flipping drunk. Why? It wasn't a bad day, I wasn't drunk because my daddy was an [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse], I wasn't drunk because on anything at all except I had taken that first drink and having this disease I was off to the races.
That's what the allergic reaction does to us. One drink sets up the craving for the next. I gave my drinking no thought at all until she walked in and I knew I had screwed up. We cannot master it anymore than we can master poison ivy.
Next up is choice. If I can't control it I need to stay out of it right? That sounds nice in theory but by the time my drinking had become a problem quitting wasn't a viable option.You see this disease doesn't start way out there in crazy land with the blackouts and lies and violence, it starts way before that, defined by Dr.Silkworth as a feeling of "restless, irritable and discontent". In short I don't feel comfortable in my own skin. It's just a small feeling at the start. I just don't feel I fit in anywhere. I always feel I am on the outside looking in. One day however, I took a drink or three and suddenly it was magic. It was as if all the bad drained out of me. I could feel the blessed juice flowing through my veins. I fit. I could come out and play. I could sing. I could dance. I could walk across the bar and talk to the prettiest girl in the place. I felt a part of. I had found the medicine that fixed me.
There was a problem though. This drinking began to bring problems. Not big ones, not at first. Maybe a little puking. Maybe a fight that I wouldn't have gotten into otherwise. Small stuff that began to complicate my life. Well, alcohol made the inner bad go away, and yes it made the outer bad stuff go away too. Along with this, there began a subtle shift. The amount of alcohol I needed to drink in order to get to that "sweet spot" became larger and larger. Also the restless irritable and discontent became larger and larger until it was a white noise in my head driving me mad at times. Conversely the "sweet spot" became smaller and smaller, until at the end I was paying a horrific price in order to just get to zero, to the black out. I wasn't drinking to feel good anymore, to have a good time. I just wanted to black it all out and go away.
By the end the only thing in my life that I could count on was alcohol. It had betrayed me but I still loved it, I needed it. It was the only thing that had ever made the bad go away and damn there was a lot of bad in my life.
People would point out that the drinking was killing me. Hell any fool could see that, the problem was that all the stuff in my head was killing me faster. I would do anything but just don't ask me to give up the drink. Loneliness? unemployment? Homelessness? I can take that, just don't take my drink.