Post by Old Dragon (Al) on Oct 10, 2006 18:13:07 GMT 1
I discovered these on an old PC's HD. They may be of interest to some members here, including those in the caring & health professions.
It baffles me to find out how much non-addicted people know about the addictions they are trying to help. There again, who can expect them to understand something they may not have themselves? The thing is, are they prepared to listen and extract the cotton wool from the ears and jam it in the mouth or shall they plough on regardless playing Mother Mary Virgin Lady Madonna?
In my opinion all they succeed in doing is enabling the addictive personality and crutching them while there is always the great possibility that they may be endangering themselves. Such was the case revealed at the seminar.
In the chair we had three wise monkeys. Hear no evil, see no evil and speak no evil. Unfortunately, in my opinion and from experience, they were totally misguided and their heads were firmly up their arses. I know they mean well but that is the great enabler for the addictive personality as they can con, twist, manipulate, lie, thieve, ego trip, play "poor me" (as in poor me another), also the contempt that the user would have for the do-gooder would be beyond words or explanation. In short they would be taking the piss on a grand scale and, unbeknown to the three wise monkeys, they would be killing the user, the alcoholic and the narcotic.
The one speaker spoke of who was using what as if it made a God damn difference as we know they will use what they can get their hands on and, being a progressive illness, the only cure is death and I am told there are no addictions in heaven.
On show there was my past in the form of speed (LSD), cocaine (through the nose and smoked), heroin (smoked) and all other forms or barbiturates but I did not see morphine. Being cross-addicted - my biggest addiction is more.
When I was recovering I was hospitalised and both before my operation and after it, my body thought it was back in heaven, as they were pumping me with all my old habits i.e. morphine, a handful of reds, a handful of blues, a mouthful of whites and I was tripping and hallucinating and the doctors had to monitor my blood twice a day but thank God for the big book and the Fellowship as they came to visit me. It was exactly the same as when I used except I would say more progressive and the craving returned at double the dose but I turned things over and let go.
I was to hear during the course of the afternoon that one of these poor unfortunate, misguided ladies was to walk around the valleys with a bag over her shoulder or in the back of a car exchanging needles and in one of the worst hit areas. I couldn’t help but smile at their naivety and their ignorance of this illness but not at the danger they were placing themselves in.
Unbeknown to herself, that lady is setting herself up as a target, in my opinion. As time marches on users will know exactly who they are, where they are, what they had for breakfast and it is very probable they will be attacked and the unused needles lifted for sale to buy their next fix and the used needles lifted for exchange in chemists giving clean needles. They could also find themselves threatened by dirty needles as opposed to pistols and one stick would really make their eyes water and do a bloody good job as everybody knows HIV takes a long time to work. A pistol would be better. Again in my opinion they should not go out amongst these people, especially the women unless in groups of five to ten and that in any man’s language is ridiculous so therefore I would suggest severely that they do not approach these people at all but let the user come to them for help only and to the official building as they could be taking their life in their hands and could find themselves in a body bag, raped or severely bashed and in a wheelchair. This problem is bound to escalate. The drug user/addict, as we all know, does not have the narcotics as readily available as the alcoholic does. When a junkie is desperate he is worse than the alcoholic is because narcotics are not legal but alcohol is, so he is in a more desperate state. Alcohol is readily available whereas narcotics are not. I am both and the only thing I did not use is the needle and that is a YET for me. Alcohol is my drug of choice but I would have taken anything to take me away from reality and responsibility. I am also a gambler, not in the conventional way, i.e. money but played for the highest stakes of all, peoples lives, my children's lives and my own life and you can't get much higher than that.
Again, in my opinion, these people in order to be effective must work with RECOVERING alcoholics and drug users. They are the ONLY people that know how to deal with the suffering alcoholic and user/addict. If you haven't got this illness you don’t know ‘f’ all about it. Nothing will keep these people in ignorance more than contempt prior to investigation. So therefore I would suggest severely that they go for help to the recovering alcoholic and narcotic. They need help. They have the facilities but the bottom line is for the addictive person to seek help from others who are in recovery as you can't con conmen and people in recovery know exactly where the drinking alcoholic and the user is at, where they've come from and what they are capable of also where they can return to if they don't put down their habit. The bottom line here is they will die and there are several ways of dying.
1) Put in prison for life for something they cannot remember having done. (I.e. my wife.)
2) Being kept in a rubber room, fed through a straw, and residing in the laughing academy.
3) Or they can be spared finally and buried.
There is no nice way to describe this filthy illness. It will kill in one way or another. It is known as the great remover. It removes stains, it removes carpets, it removes furniture, it removes your family, it removes your house, your car and your job and it'll finally remove you.
Insanity is this illness and insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting the result to be different and it is - it gets worse. Severely worse with each passing day and each passing hour. There is no cure just a daily reprieve and I must get into action, positive action as I can become positively negative and I am powerless over my first thought but not the second. If it is a negative thought and I hang onto it the stinking thinking will lead to the stinking actions which leads to the stinking drinking as one is too much and a thousand is not enough. I must remember that I am eighteen inches away from the gutter. An elbows length away as that's all it takes to lift any substance to my mouth or to inject which is one of my YETS but not for many of my friends whom I was with and some of them are dead or in recovery. This filthy illness knows no boundaries of creed or colour. It is a gift, you have either got it or you have not. You cannot be turned into one.
These ladies, God bless their pumping hearts, were more interested in statistics which are unreliable at the best of times as I was never caught but there again, my wife was and is now serving life for murder and committed in blackout. Her drug of choice was a narcotic. With both of us having this filthy illness hers rubbed off on the children and me and mine on her and the children copped the bloody lot.
I waited until the end of the meeting and I shared a small part of my story with the three ladies. Only one was prepared to talk, the others appeared frightened, as they didn't say anything. It's very possible that the three of them went home and quietly had a nervous breakdown as in their present state and form dealing with this problem they are ‘f’ all use to man nor beast and only help to escalate the problem. They do mean well and for that they must be admired but it is an illness of denial and ignorance.
One of the ladies did know about the DNA and it’s been suggested that it comes from inbreeding and social illnesses (e.g. syphilis) over the centuries. When I declared that in my severe opinion it came from the womb and is hereditary two of them froze and one walked away and kept her back to me and never said anything. The key being fear and powerlessness over the addiction and that it could be in them or a member of their family.
I look for the personality as I can see it in my son and many others as I have learnt I suffered this syndrome from the time of conception. Head attacks followed by mouth attacks followed by resentments, anger/fear, and were the order of the day until I found alcohol. The fear left temporarily only to return in a great dose, nameless and faceless, early blackouts and I was to find that I was a defect looking for a character and that all my defects had characters. I was to learn that the program I was to take up was a program for people who believed in God and for people who didn’t believe in God but it wasn't a program for people who thought they were God and this is the problem here. (Above). I was also to learn that there was a Creator, it wasn't me and I was told to get off the 'f-ing’ cross because they needed the wood. EGO = Edging God Out and the more you complain the longer you will be kept alive.
I heard a lot about controlled drinking and controlled drug taking. The only control in this illness is that once it's inside you it controls you.
Having said some of this to these ladies I think you can imagine the impact. What I was actually saying was that they were wasting their time but, being the diplomat that I am, this went down like a Barmitzva at an Arab's wedding but they will learn this for themselves and let's hope not the hard way but if that's what it takes, that’s what it will take. I wished them luck and left but they knew that I didn't give them a dog's chance in hell.
There’s a lot more that could be said on this but it’s that simple one can miss it. The white bits are the paper and the black bits are the print. There are no hidden meanings.
© TRPD – 1993 - The Dublin Moose
OBSERVATIONS MADE AT AN ALCOHOL AND DRUGS SEMINAR - 7.10.93 by The Dublin Moose.
It baffles me to find out how much non-addicted people know about the addictions they are trying to help. There again, who can expect them to understand something they may not have themselves? The thing is, are they prepared to listen and extract the cotton wool from the ears and jam it in the mouth or shall they plough on regardless playing Mother Mary Virgin Lady Madonna?
In my opinion all they succeed in doing is enabling the addictive personality and crutching them while there is always the great possibility that they may be endangering themselves. Such was the case revealed at the seminar.
In the chair we had three wise monkeys. Hear no evil, see no evil and speak no evil. Unfortunately, in my opinion and from experience, they were totally misguided and their heads were firmly up their arses. I know they mean well but that is the great enabler for the addictive personality as they can con, twist, manipulate, lie, thieve, ego trip, play "poor me" (as in poor me another), also the contempt that the user would have for the do-gooder would be beyond words or explanation. In short they would be taking the piss on a grand scale and, unbeknown to the three wise monkeys, they would be killing the user, the alcoholic and the narcotic.
The one speaker spoke of who was using what as if it made a God damn difference as we know they will use what they can get their hands on and, being a progressive illness, the only cure is death and I am told there are no addictions in heaven.
On show there was my past in the form of speed (LSD), cocaine (through the nose and smoked), heroin (smoked) and all other forms or barbiturates but I did not see morphine. Being cross-addicted - my biggest addiction is more.
When I was recovering I was hospitalised and both before my operation and after it, my body thought it was back in heaven, as they were pumping me with all my old habits i.e. morphine, a handful of reds, a handful of blues, a mouthful of whites and I was tripping and hallucinating and the doctors had to monitor my blood twice a day but thank God for the big book and the Fellowship as they came to visit me. It was exactly the same as when I used except I would say more progressive and the craving returned at double the dose but I turned things over and let go.
I was to hear during the course of the afternoon that one of these poor unfortunate, misguided ladies was to walk around the valleys with a bag over her shoulder or in the back of a car exchanging needles and in one of the worst hit areas. I couldn’t help but smile at their naivety and their ignorance of this illness but not at the danger they were placing themselves in.
Unbeknown to herself, that lady is setting herself up as a target, in my opinion. As time marches on users will know exactly who they are, where they are, what they had for breakfast and it is very probable they will be attacked and the unused needles lifted for sale to buy their next fix and the used needles lifted for exchange in chemists giving clean needles. They could also find themselves threatened by dirty needles as opposed to pistols and one stick would really make their eyes water and do a bloody good job as everybody knows HIV takes a long time to work. A pistol would be better. Again in my opinion they should not go out amongst these people, especially the women unless in groups of five to ten and that in any man’s language is ridiculous so therefore I would suggest severely that they do not approach these people at all but let the user come to them for help only and to the official building as they could be taking their life in their hands and could find themselves in a body bag, raped or severely bashed and in a wheelchair. This problem is bound to escalate. The drug user/addict, as we all know, does not have the narcotics as readily available as the alcoholic does. When a junkie is desperate he is worse than the alcoholic is because narcotics are not legal but alcohol is, so he is in a more desperate state. Alcohol is readily available whereas narcotics are not. I am both and the only thing I did not use is the needle and that is a YET for me. Alcohol is my drug of choice but I would have taken anything to take me away from reality and responsibility. I am also a gambler, not in the conventional way, i.e. money but played for the highest stakes of all, peoples lives, my children's lives and my own life and you can't get much higher than that.
Again, in my opinion, these people in order to be effective must work with RECOVERING alcoholics and drug users. They are the ONLY people that know how to deal with the suffering alcoholic and user/addict. If you haven't got this illness you don’t know ‘f’ all about it. Nothing will keep these people in ignorance more than contempt prior to investigation. So therefore I would suggest severely that they go for help to the recovering alcoholic and narcotic. They need help. They have the facilities but the bottom line is for the addictive person to seek help from others who are in recovery as you can't con conmen and people in recovery know exactly where the drinking alcoholic and the user is at, where they've come from and what they are capable of also where they can return to if they don't put down their habit. The bottom line here is they will die and there are several ways of dying.
1) Put in prison for life for something they cannot remember having done. (I.e. my wife.)
2) Being kept in a rubber room, fed through a straw, and residing in the laughing academy.
3) Or they can be spared finally and buried.
There is no nice way to describe this filthy illness. It will kill in one way or another. It is known as the great remover. It removes stains, it removes carpets, it removes furniture, it removes your family, it removes your house, your car and your job and it'll finally remove you.
Insanity is this illness and insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting the result to be different and it is - it gets worse. Severely worse with each passing day and each passing hour. There is no cure just a daily reprieve and I must get into action, positive action as I can become positively negative and I am powerless over my first thought but not the second. If it is a negative thought and I hang onto it the stinking thinking will lead to the stinking actions which leads to the stinking drinking as one is too much and a thousand is not enough. I must remember that I am eighteen inches away from the gutter. An elbows length away as that's all it takes to lift any substance to my mouth or to inject which is one of my YETS but not for many of my friends whom I was with and some of them are dead or in recovery. This filthy illness knows no boundaries of creed or colour. It is a gift, you have either got it or you have not. You cannot be turned into one.
These ladies, God bless their pumping hearts, were more interested in statistics which are unreliable at the best of times as I was never caught but there again, my wife was and is now serving life for murder and committed in blackout. Her drug of choice was a narcotic. With both of us having this filthy illness hers rubbed off on the children and me and mine on her and the children copped the bloody lot.
I waited until the end of the meeting and I shared a small part of my story with the three ladies. Only one was prepared to talk, the others appeared frightened, as they didn't say anything. It's very possible that the three of them went home and quietly had a nervous breakdown as in their present state and form dealing with this problem they are ‘f’ all use to man nor beast and only help to escalate the problem. They do mean well and for that they must be admired but it is an illness of denial and ignorance.
One of the ladies did know about the DNA and it’s been suggested that it comes from inbreeding and social illnesses (e.g. syphilis) over the centuries. When I declared that in my severe opinion it came from the womb and is hereditary two of them froze and one walked away and kept her back to me and never said anything. The key being fear and powerlessness over the addiction and that it could be in them or a member of their family.
I look for the personality as I can see it in my son and many others as I have learnt I suffered this syndrome from the time of conception. Head attacks followed by mouth attacks followed by resentments, anger/fear, and were the order of the day until I found alcohol. The fear left temporarily only to return in a great dose, nameless and faceless, early blackouts and I was to find that I was a defect looking for a character and that all my defects had characters. I was to learn that the program I was to take up was a program for people who believed in God and for people who didn’t believe in God but it wasn't a program for people who thought they were God and this is the problem here. (Above). I was also to learn that there was a Creator, it wasn't me and I was told to get off the 'f-ing’ cross because they needed the wood. EGO = Edging God Out and the more you complain the longer you will be kept alive.
I heard a lot about controlled drinking and controlled drug taking. The only control in this illness is that once it's inside you it controls you.
Having said some of this to these ladies I think you can imagine the impact. What I was actually saying was that they were wasting their time but, being the diplomat that I am, this went down like a Barmitzva at an Arab's wedding but they will learn this for themselves and let's hope not the hard way but if that's what it takes, that’s what it will take. I wished them luck and left but they knew that I didn't give them a dog's chance in hell.
There’s a lot more that could be said on this but it’s that simple one can miss it. The white bits are the paper and the black bits are the print. There are no hidden meanings.
© TRPD – 1993 - The Dublin Moose