My very first intervention:
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My very first intervention:
Well that was interesting... I imagine perhaps, far more so in that I happened to notice the absence of my parents in this "production" this afternoon.
My parent's mind you, whom I spent the weekend drinking with as that is apparently what we do best. The "excuse for celebration" this time you ask? Simple. My Uncle died and his services were spread out over the weekend. We all drank, laughed and cried. All your typical emotions only heightened perhaps by the obvious. My mother's brother was a fun, loving, caring and amazing man. More thank likely an alcoholic as well but damned if that place wasn't packed to the walls with true friends and loved ones. He brought a smile to everyone's face with just the stories alone. I drifted through the days with a great deal of discomfort. Engaging, placating, consoling, helping, hiding, laughing, crying...the usual with or without alcohol only heightened with the later. It somewhat culminated with watching a son scatter his fathers ashes out onto a lake. I will admit that hit me. Despite the fact that I had already had at least 7 beers that morning it did hit me a bit. Mainly because my father is not only 77 years old but I guess at this point I am able to acknowledge the fact that he as well is probably an alcoholic. As he and I drank together he would try to talk to me abut his services. He felt no one would come to them etc. I of course reassured him that people would. there is so much I am leaving out but I am trying not to be too lengthy.
With that said let's just move 1 day ahead to this afternoon. Ironic as it may be, my mother (also more than likely an alcoholic) tried getting a bug into my head about July 1st. Apparently the retired math teacher figured that was the mark of a potential second start for a new year...
She cried, she pleaded, she needed...and that's just it...she needed. Not for me but for her.
Now here's were it get's interesting...my "b@stard" of a friend whom has desperately been trying to help me over the years..even well before i started drinking heavily scheduled his Monday visit with me/make sure Scott is still alive bit as he now has keys to my apartment. He arrived on time as usual only this time he had a little surprise for me apparently. After about 20 minutes of chit chatting and both of us chain smoking he started leaking. As the leak grew I slowly and methodically absorbed everything. Outside were 2 other very good friends in the event that I ran. Piloting the transport...his wife. Special quest appearance by whom you may ask? I can only describe her at this point as the girl I should have probably married long ago.
Upon hearing who was actually involved in this I was taken back. I am still processing the fact that my parents were intentionally left out of this. I guess I am still in a bit of shock from the whole day however I do know that it did something. I will spare you the details as I think most of us have watched enough of those gd shows on tv to see what goes down. I'm here to tell you they are fairly accurate nix those stupid hand written speeches they typically rifle off. This guy was actually pretty cool. Everyone's sentiments appeared to come straight from their hearts and although I can not possible comprehend that in any way it was interesting. I could kind of spot him from a mile away but just wanted to check to make sure I was correct. First question I asked this professional was, "how long have you been doing this?" The second, "what is it exactly that you are i.e. social worker, therapist, addiction specialist, witchdoctor etc." Third and final question I asked..."are you an addict?"
I got all the right answers and as a result my next scheduled kidnapping is in 2 days.
I'm numb.
I do not understand for the life of me why these people would do this for me.
Thanks as usual guys for listening if you so chose and I do hope that if anything maybe it can help someone out there in any way imaginable. Sleep well/Good morning guys. Goodnight on this end.
My parent's mind you, whom I spent the weekend drinking with as that is apparently what we do best. The "excuse for celebration" this time you ask? Simple. My Uncle died and his services were spread out over the weekend. We all drank, laughed and cried. All your typical emotions only heightened perhaps by the obvious. My mother's brother was a fun, loving, caring and amazing man. More thank likely an alcoholic as well but damned if that place wasn't packed to the walls with true friends and loved ones. He brought a smile to everyone's face with just the stories alone. I drifted through the days with a great deal of discomfort. Engaging, placating, consoling, helping, hiding, laughing, crying...the usual with or without alcohol only heightened with the later. It somewhat culminated with watching a son scatter his fathers ashes out onto a lake. I will admit that hit me. Despite the fact that I had already had at least 7 beers that morning it did hit me a bit. Mainly because my father is not only 77 years old but I guess at this point I am able to acknowledge the fact that he as well is probably an alcoholic. As he and I drank together he would try to talk to me abut his services. He felt no one would come to them etc. I of course reassured him that people would. there is so much I am leaving out but I am trying not to be too lengthy.
With that said let's just move 1 day ahead to this afternoon. Ironic as it may be, my mother (also more than likely an alcoholic) tried getting a bug into my head about July 1st. Apparently the retired math teacher figured that was the mark of a potential second start for a new year...
She cried, she pleaded, she needed...and that's just it...she needed. Not for me but for her.
Now here's were it get's interesting...my "b@stard" of a friend whom has desperately been trying to help me over the years..even well before i started drinking heavily scheduled his Monday visit with me/make sure Scott is still alive bit as he now has keys to my apartment. He arrived on time as usual only this time he had a little surprise for me apparently. After about 20 minutes of chit chatting and both of us chain smoking he started leaking. As the leak grew I slowly and methodically absorbed everything. Outside were 2 other very good friends in the event that I ran. Piloting the transport...his wife. Special quest appearance by whom you may ask? I can only describe her at this point as the girl I should have probably married long ago.
Upon hearing who was actually involved in this I was taken back. I am still processing the fact that my parents were intentionally left out of this. I guess I am still in a bit of shock from the whole day however I do know that it did something. I will spare you the details as I think most of us have watched enough of those gd shows on tv to see what goes down. I'm here to tell you they are fairly accurate nix those stupid hand written speeches they typically rifle off. This guy was actually pretty cool. Everyone's sentiments appeared to come straight from their hearts and although I can not possible comprehend that in any way it was interesting. I could kind of spot him from a mile away but just wanted to check to make sure I was correct. First question I asked this professional was, "how long have you been doing this?" The second, "what is it exactly that you are i.e. social worker, therapist, addiction specialist, witchdoctor etc." Third and final question I asked..."are you an addict?"
I got all the right answers and as a result my next scheduled kidnapping is in 2 days.
I'm numb.
I do not understand for the life of me why these people would do this for me.
Thanks as usual guys for listening if you so chose and I do hope that if anything maybe it can help someone out there in any way imaginable. Sleep well/Good morning guys. Goodnight on this end.
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I'm sorry to hear about your uncle, Scott. It sounds like you had a pretty heart wrenching weekend. So what happens next in the scheduled part 2 of the intervention? How do you feel about it? Are you ready for the next steps?
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Originally Posted by Scott6433 
Well that was interesting... I imagine perhaps, far more so in that I happened to notice the absence of my parents in this "production" this afternoon.
My parent's mind you, whom I spent the weekend drinking with as that is apparently what we do best. The "excuse for celebration" this time you ask? Simple. My Uncle died and his services were spread out over the weekend. We all drank, laughed and cried. All your typical emotions only heightened perhaps by the obvious. My mother's brother was a fun, loving, caring and amazing man. More thank likely an alcoholic as well but damned if that place wasn't packed to the walls with true friends and loved ones. He brought a smile to everyone's face with just the stories alone. I drifted through the days with a great deal of discomfort. Engaging, placating, consoling, helping, hiding, laughing, crying...the usual with or without alcohol only heightened with the later. It somewhat culminated with watching a son scatter his fathers ashes out onto a lake. I will admit that hit me. Despite the fact that I had already had at least 7 beers that morning it did hit me a bit. Mainly because my father is not only 77 years old but I guess at this point I am able to acknowledge the fact that he as well is probably an alcoholic. As he and I drank together he would try to talk to me abut his services. He felt no one would come to them etc. I of course reassured him that people would. there is so much I am leaving out but I am trying not to be too lengthy.
With that said let's just move 1 day ahead to this afternoon. Ironic as it may be, my mother (also more than likely an alcoholic) tried getting a bug into my head about July 1st. Apparently the retired math teacher figured that was the mark of a potential second start for a new year...
She cried, she pleaded, she needed...and that's just it...she needed. Not for me but for her.
Now here's were it get's interesting...my "b@stard" of a friend whom has desperately been trying to help me over the years..even well before i started drinking heavily scheduled his Monday visit with me/make sure Scott is still alive bit as he now has keys to my apartment. He arrived on time as usual only this time he had a little surprise for me apparently. After about 20 minutes of chit chatting and both of us chain smoking he started leaking. As the leak grew I slowly and methodically absorbed everything. Outside were 2 other very good friends in the event that I ran. Piloting the transport...his wife. Special quest appearance by whom you may ask? I can only describe her at this point as the girl I should have probably married long ago.
Upon hearing who was actually involved in this I was taken back. I am still processing the fact that my parents were intentionally left out of this. I guess I am still in a bit of shock from the whole day however I do know that it did something. I will spare you the details as I think most of us have watched enough of those gd shows on tv to see what goes down. I'm here to tell you they are fairly accurate nix those stupid hand written speeches they typically rifle off. This guy was actually pretty cool. Everyone's sentiments appeared to come straight from their hearts and although I can not possible comprehend that in any way it was interesting. I could kind of spot him from a mile away but just wanted to check to make sure I was correct. First question I asked this professional was, "how long have you been doing this?" The second, "what is it exactly that you are i.e. social worker, therapist, addiction specialist, witchdoctor etc." Third and final question I asked..."are you an addict?"
I got all the right answers and as a result my next scheduled kidnapping is in 2 days.
I'm numb.
I do not understand for the life of me why these people would do this for me.
Thanks as usual guys for listening if you so chose and I do hope that if anything maybe it can help someone out there in any way imaginable. Sleep well/Good morning guys. Goodnight on this end.
My parent's mind you, whom I spent the weekend drinking with as that is apparently what we do best. The "excuse for celebration" this time you ask? Simple. My Uncle died and his services were spread out over the weekend. We all drank, laughed and cried. All your typical emotions only heightened perhaps by the obvious. My mother's brother was a fun, loving, caring and amazing man. More thank likely an alcoholic as well but damned if that place wasn't packed to the walls with true friends and loved ones. He brought a smile to everyone's face with just the stories alone. I drifted through the days with a great deal of discomfort. Engaging, placating, consoling, helping, hiding, laughing, crying...the usual with or without alcohol only heightened with the later. It somewhat culminated with watching a son scatter his fathers ashes out onto a lake. I will admit that hit me. Despite the fact that I had already had at least 7 beers that morning it did hit me a bit. Mainly because my father is not only 77 years old but I guess at this point I am able to acknowledge the fact that he as well is probably an alcoholic. As he and I drank together he would try to talk to me abut his services. He felt no one would come to them etc. I of course reassured him that people would. there is so much I am leaving out but I am trying not to be too lengthy.
With that said let's just move 1 day ahead to this afternoon. Ironic as it may be, my mother (also more than likely an alcoholic) tried getting a bug into my head about July 1st. Apparently the retired math teacher figured that was the mark of a potential second start for a new year...
She cried, she pleaded, she needed...and that's just it...she needed. Not for me but for her.
Now here's were it get's interesting...my "b@stard" of a friend whom has desperately been trying to help me over the years..even well before i started drinking heavily scheduled his Monday visit with me/make sure Scott is still alive bit as he now has keys to my apartment. He arrived on time as usual only this time he had a little surprise for me apparently. After about 20 minutes of chit chatting and both of us chain smoking he started leaking. As the leak grew I slowly and methodically absorbed everything. Outside were 2 other very good friends in the event that I ran. Piloting the transport...his wife. Special quest appearance by whom you may ask? I can only describe her at this point as the girl I should have probably married long ago.
Upon hearing who was actually involved in this I was taken back. I am still processing the fact that my parents were intentionally left out of this. I guess I am still in a bit of shock from the whole day however I do know that it did something. I will spare you the details as I think most of us have watched enough of those gd shows on tv to see what goes down. I'm here to tell you they are fairly accurate nix those stupid hand written speeches they typically rifle off. This guy was actually pretty cool. Everyone's sentiments appeared to come straight from their hearts and although I can not possible comprehend that in any way it was interesting. I could kind of spot him from a mile away but just wanted to check to make sure I was correct. First question I asked this professional was, "how long have you been doing this?" The second, "what is it exactly that you are i.e. social worker, therapist, addiction specialist, witchdoctor etc." Third and final question I asked..."are you an addict?"
I got all the right answers and as a result my next scheduled kidnapping is in 2 days.
I'm numb.
I do not understand for the life of me why these people would do this for me.
Thanks as usual guys for listening if you so chose and I do hope that if anything maybe it can help someone out there in any way imaginable. Sleep well/Good morning guys. Goodnight on this end.
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Sometimes when emotions are raw is when you can accept help and realize no one has to go it alone. I'm sorry for your loss. It sounds like you have a close and loving family. You are blessed to have friends who care. You have your SR family as well. You can do this!!
I always wonder about the intervention process and whether it's helpful for certain personality types but not all. Some family and friends want to do this for a close friend of mine but I don't know if it would make things worse for her. I think personally I would not respond well to that process at all.
I always wonder about the intervention process and whether it's helpful for certain personality types but not all. Some family and friends want to do this for a close friend of mine but I don't know if it would make things worse for her. I think personally I would not respond well to that process at all.
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Thanks for sharing that, Scott. Sorry about your uncle, too.
That's a lot to process.....
Hope everything goes well with the rehab, if you go......I hope you find the answers you're seeking.
Best wishes, we're rooting for you,
Peace,
~Heartfan
That's a lot to process.....
Hope everything goes well with the rehab, if you go......I hope you find the answers you're seeking.
Best wishes, we're rooting for you,
Peace,
~Heartfan
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