June 2, 2012 (this day)

Last year at this time I was in the Smoky Mountains, about to have a close encounter with a bear.  This year we’re going to Ocean City in July, and I’m a bit afraid of the heat.  It will be a mostly swimming vacation for me, weather permitting.  Swimming is really the only physical activity I ever do just for the enjoyment of it.  That, and maybe, under certain circumstances, walking.

Today the weather that I love is back, and we’ll be taking the dog to the park before the meeting tonight.  We’re such a busy lot that we’ll be celebrating my anniversary from back on May 1, along with the fourth anniversary of another member from the beginning of May -  a really bright spot in the group.  It was part of the concept when we started the group to celebrate anniversaries of members.  It’s not generally done in this area.  And I love it, except when it’s mine.  I’ll try to be brave.

The other night I went to a meeting and there were only three of us there.  The other women had 23 and 19 years, and I took the opportunity to talk to them about being an “oldtimer.”  It was a really good discussion, and part of me still longs to start and oldtimer meeting.  There is one once a year in this area, but I mean one that meets every frigging week and bellyaches about the challenges and celebrates the joys.

When I asked them what they feel they can’t do or say in a regular meeting that includes and is geared toward newcomers we came up with quite a list.  Oh well, for now I’ll be glad for the shared experience I got the other night, I’ll be glad that I’m not alone in these oldtimer feelings, and mostly be glad for the new people who come and who keep the fellowship alive and well for me as I age.

But Not So With Alcoholics (Step Twelve continued)

But not so with alcoholics.  When A.A. was quite young, a number of eminent psychologists and doctors made an exhaustive study of a good-sized group of so-called problem drinkers.  The doctors weren’t trying to find how different we were from one another; they sought to find whatever personality traits, if any, this group of alcoholics had in common.  They finally came up with a conclusion that shocked the A.A. members of that time.  These distinguished men had the nerve to say that most of the alcoholics under investigation were still childish, emotionally sensitive, and grandiose.

I still resent the male-centeredness of AA and as soon as I feel that resentment, I replace it with gratitude that there’s AA at all, and then I let it go.

I’ve learned to pretty much name and claim every character defect that exists as at least partly belonging to me.  Any amount of time I spend considering any one of them is time will spent.

The focus of my writing and thoughts is how these things related to oldtimers.  I often consider newcomers, usually when I’m at a meeting or when I’m trying to help a newcomer, most especially my person favorite kind of newcomer, the chronic relapser.

I love the language of the 12 and 12 and how it says here that the alcoholics were STILL (were they still drinking?  probably) childish, emotionally sensitive and grandiose.  If they were still drinking, than I take it to mean that children exhibit these character traits, and non-alcoholic children grow out of them, whereas alcoholics-to-be do not.  And I honestly have to say that, among newcomers and constant slippers, I do see those characteristics to one degree or another, but all more so than in people who have been sober for some time.

I went to a family wedding this past weekend, and it would be incredibly easy for me to list all the thousand and one ways in which the active alcoholics in my family (that would be my mother’s entire generation, basically) are childish, emotionally sensitive, and grandiose.  But then again, my decades of AA training make me shrink back from making those judgements just as soon as I’ve made them (in other words, too late!).

Instead, I’m off to my character defects list to make sure these adjectives are included and in that way, consider them in my own life, each in its turn.

 

Wreckage of the Past

From the ancient oldtimer perspective (which is mine), I think some things have got to be let go.

I started thinking about this, thinking that because of my youth, I didn’t have tons of wreckage when I finally got sober, but upon a little more thought I decided I had enough.  Most glaringly, I carried on a relationship with someone who was married while I was drinking, and once sober, I couldn’t make direct amends.  I’ve heard of some ways people make indirect amends, but those didn’t come up in my life at that time.  Now, many years later I truly hope that living well (at least not blatantly doing the wrong thing like that) has been an amend, but the fact remains that I was guilty, I can’t directly apologize, and nothing can change that now.

Unless I purposefully set out to think about it, or unless something jars a memory, I don’t often think of that or other wreckages of my past.  It’s vitally important that I not forget because those are the things that I did while I was drinking, and if I drink again I will do much worse things.  That I believe.  So by letting go I don’t mean forgetting.  I don’t forgive myself and I don’t really punish myself.  I don’t remember often but I don’t forget completely.

I have not personally done an indirect amend, but I’ve heard it gives some people peace.  They make a charitable donation or volunteer time of in some other way try to pay back the harm they caused by doing much more good than harm in a way that’s as related as possible to the harm.  So someone who was rotten to their grandmother and cannot now be nice and helpful to her helps other old ladies in memory of her.

Wreckage of the more recent past is not so dramatic.  For me, I can mostly think of things I would have done differently with my kids, if I had a chance to do it over again, but they are still here and thankfully we’re not done yet.  But with the way my parenting goes, by the time I figure out what to do, we’re on to another phase.  I am really very lucky.

December 24, 2011 (this day)

I was looking at the subtitle of my blog, “how to become and oldtimer in AA.”  How?

One way is by treating pain killers with extreme, extreme caution.  They really scare me.  I’m sure that many of the people I know who went out or died because of pain killers, started with actual pain.

Carole is home from the hospital and in a lot of pain.  Our house has a very terrible lay out for anyone with a mobility issue.  The hospital stay was difficult and sometimes scary.  It’s Christmas Eve, so health care services aren’t what they usually would be on a Friday.

But my daughter’s here, helping, and she’ll stay with Carole while I go to a meeting later.  In the hospital, I read several of the stories from the first edition of the Big Book to Carole.  When it’s all over, her new knee should be better than the old one.  It’s not snowing, and my mother is coming to help us tomorrow.  The kids are cooking tomorrow, and there is a pile of presents waiting for tomorrow.

It Is Only Where Boy Meets Girl on AA Campus (or, no relationships for the first year – Step Twelve continued)

It is only where “boy meets girl on A.A. campus,” and love follows at first sight, that difficulties may develop.  The prospective partners need to be solid A.A.’s and long enough acquainted to know that their compatibility at spiritual, mental, and emotional levels is a fact and not wishful thinking.  They need to be as sure as possible that no deep-lying emotional handicap in either will be likely to rise up under later pressures to cripple them.

AA has no “musts,” just suggestions, and I like that saying that “the suggestions are free, you only pay for the ones you don’t take.”  I have moved around in AA, and everywhere I’ve lived, “no relationships for the first year” has been a suggestion.  This doesn’t apply to people who come in already in a relationship (I want to say, “obviously,” but I guess I’ve learned better).  And, not to show my attitude or anything, Big Book thumpers who say, “show me where it is in the book” may be directed here.  If they do not want to follow the Twelve and Twelve, well, I don’t know what to say about that.

Now I’ve also known lots of couples who got together as newcomers and lots who have broken apart.  I’ve written before about the fact that many of the long-term couples I’ve known in AA may be together long, but they still don’t have what I want, aside from that longevity.  I think I’m a cynical menopausal oldtimer and it seems to me that the older the people are going in, the more chance they have to succeed.  That’s probably not right either.  And I’d add to the “long enough acquainted” stipulation that they should be long enough sober to know they won’t slip and slide.  The first few years of sobriety are, in my opinion, tenuous, though I know of course that we are never, ever safe.

As for deep-lying emotional handicaps, well, I think we all have them, and the longer the live the more we will see them.  I hope, though, that by living sober in the program we are more able to deal with them when they rise up.  I think that sometimes, too, we develop them as we go along.

All that said, in my own story I fell in love before first sight, over the internet, with someone who had less than a year.  I refused to meet her in person before she had a year, but I know that was splitting hairs, really.  Things happen!  She could probably tell it differently because in her case, I do think girl met girl on AA campus, but this time the other girl had twelve years.

Which brings me to the thirteenth step, which I’ve written about before.  I still get comments full of pain about bad experiences with established AA members who take advantage of newcomers.  That’s not what happened in my personal story, and that’s not what this section of the Twelfth Step is about.  This section is about two newcomers getting involved with each other.

Regarding the thirteenth step:

  • It is not child abuse, unless one of people is underage.  In that case it is illegal and immoral.
  • Newcomers have to use all the common sense they can muster.  AA is not a “safe” place and really, it can be a very unsafe place.  There is no certification process for any member having any length of time that says he or she is “safe” and will never harm anyone.
  • “Girls with the girls” and “boys with the boys” is a good suggestion, although I think it ignores that fact that not everyone is attracted to people of the opposite gender.  Regardless of gender, people with any amount of sobriety or none at all need to be careful about who they trust.

November 6, 2011 (this day)

A regular at my meeting is dying.  This man stopped drinking for good a few months after I did, so we are both from the class of 1984.  He was over 50, and I’m now almost 50.  Now, as his death approaches, he is over 80, with 27 years of continuous sobriety.  Truly a victory over alcohol.

It has been comforting to me to have him at meetings with me, someone else who stopped drinking the same year I did.  And for other reasons, because he was a good guy.  But for that reason most of all.

Because really, it’s all about me, right?  Well this blog is, and those are my thoughts today.

Trust God, Clean House, Help Others

This synopsis of the Twelve Steps is, I believe, attributed to Dr. Bob.  The first three steps involve trusting God, four through eleven show me how to get my “house,” my mind, my life, in order and keep it that way, and Step Twelve tells me to help other people do the same.

I think catchy summaries like this are helpful when, sometimes, the Twelve Steps can seem like lots of complicated words and not-very-precise instructions.  They are precise, and I’m very grateful, but there are a lot of words involved.

When I read some AA history (which I love to do) it seems to me that in early AA, a belief in a higher power was a kind of prerequisite.  On the other hand, I’ve heard Bill W say in recordings of talks he gave that we can pray to a higher power as, if we need to, only an experiment.  Belief was not a prerequisite.

I needed to believe that the collective wisdom of the sober people of AA was a power greater than me.  That made sense and to me, it was obviously true.  I can personally right here, right now, on my back porch on this summer morning, testify to the fact that I was an alcoholic of the hopeless variety.  I was.

Now it has been twenty-six summers since I took my baby daughter to the gazebo pictured here.  I brought her there when she couldn’t walk or talk or protect herself from anything, including her alcoholic mother.  She didn’t need protection from me and I helped bring her to the place where she wants to travel back there and she can navigate it on her own.  This is a “miracle.”

I was talking to someone yesterday who believes in the “meant to be” kind of universe where what is meant to happen, happens, and what isn’t, doesn’t.  My own understanding of “a” or “the” higher power doesn’t work that way, and it doesn’t need to.  My friend and I can have radically different beliefs and we can both stay sober in Alcoholics Anonymous.

Another young woman I know has started on her Ninth Step.  She’s cleaned her house as far as making and sharing her list, considering her defects and asking to have them removed.  I’m so excited for her to experience all of the Ninth Step and to walk away from it having finished it.  Like when they read the “promises,” it is a phase of development and there will be a different phase after it.  The maintenance of the new way of life comes with instructions that, for me, have prevented it from becoming old or boring or finished or dull.  I will never completely understand and know how to do daily inventory and prayer and  meditation.

Helping others.  One of the awesome, unique (I think) aspects of this program of recovery.  I’m sure it serves different functions for different people and the same functions for all of us.  For this introvert, it keeps me out there.  Sometimes (oldtimer confession) I feel like it’s a great service I do, just showing up in my third decade of recovery to say with my presence that it works.  Most of the time I understand that it’s important for me to do that, but it’s truly not all that’s required of me.

Helping others makes sure we all continue to learn as we seek to teach and explain.  The social aspect of this program of recovery is one of the reasons I believe that it succeeds when all else fails.  A paid professional cannot, I don’t think, impart the understanding and experience that I need to enable me to stay sober one day at a time.

Trust God, clean house, help others.

May 1, 2011 (this day)

I used a calculator just to be sure.  Today I have been sober for 27 years.  I even have a sobriety song.   I ignore the sexy parts and concentrate on what fits.

First Day of May ~ James Taylor

And the light between us
Which we could not quite extinguish
Which we see at dawn
Burns on

First day of May
Things are beginning
Our side is winning
Hip hip hooray
Made in the shade
Deep in the shadow
Down by the meadow
Lie in my arms

And the moon will rise
Before our very eyes
We will rise too
I’ll be with you
It’s a rite of spring
A horizontal thing
The sweetest sort of dance
Hidden in among the plants

Ha ha ha ha
People are laughing
Children are singing
Come join the dance

And the walls around us
Which we kept at such a cost
When we turned around
Came tumbling down

Ha ha ha ha
She can’t stop laughing
He can’t stop singing
First day of May

The A.A. Answer to These Questions About Living (Step Twelve continued)

The A.A. answer to these questions about living is “Yes, all of these things are possible.”  We know this because we see monotony, pain, and even calamity turned to good use by those who keep on trying to practice A.A.’s Twelve Steps.  And if these are facts of life for the many alcoholics who have recovered in A.A., they can become the facts of life for many more.

An important key to my sobriety was believing that whatever had happened to anyone else could happen to me – both the good and the bad.  I had to believe that the accidents, arrests and other calamities I hadn’t yet experienced were good possibilities in my future.  I also had to believe that the successful sobriety I saw in others was a possibility in my future.

Now I know from the inside that long-term sobriety isn’t all cake.  Sometimes, at the very minimum, it simply, simply, maybe, just beats the alternative.

The three-part decline that is part of my daily life continues.  The cat, the dog, and Phyllis get worse every day.  In the case of the cat and the dog there is the added burden of being responsible for continuing their time on earth, or not.  And they cannot rate their pain on a scale to help us decide what to do.

The Daily Word had a wonderful Good Friday meditation today, and there’s part of it that I want to keep and make my own.

During hardship or heartache, I become truly teachable. In the transition from darkness to light, I gain new understanding about myself and about life.

During hardship or heartache, I become truly teachable.  I think I learned that lesson a long time ago as well.

Blogs I read

In a further attempt to avoid writing about Tradition Four, I offer instead a short explanation of what appears in my blog roll.

Actually, I’ve wanted to do this for some.  But recently, when I’ve tried to comment on two different Blogger blogs, I got some kind of error, and couldn’t post.  I wish I had more time to read blogs and comment.  I subscribe to the ones I read in the Google Reader, and sometimes when I open it up I have more than 40 things to read.  They’re not all from these blogs, since I also read some others that are really off topic or that are written by personal friends and have nothing to do with AA.  But when I see more than 40 to read, I tend to just plow through a bit.  The two Bloggers blog in particular that I tried to comment on and couldn’t, I just couldn’t stop and fiddle with it and I didn’t want to make a new profile, I wanted to post as “me.”  I’ll try again in the near future.  It’s 2011, right?  Shouldn’t be this hard.

First, ALL WHO WANDER ARE NOT LOST.  Gabriella Moonlight just celebrated five years sober.  I don’t remember when I started reading her, but over the past two years (give or take) I’ve been inspired and uplifted by what she’s gone through and how she copes.  And grows.  Gabriella, if you read this, know that yours in one of the Blogger blogs I haven’t been able to comment on lately (though I could in the past – why?).  I will try again soon.  Honestly, in real life, I do not go in for most of the mystical, spiritual things that she does, but this is truly one of the most profound gifts of the program in my life, that I can so easily learn from those who are so different from me.

The Three Legged Stool is another Blogger blog I’ve been unable to comment on.  I really appreciate their effort to, as they say, “go deeper.”  As an oldtimer, I do get so tired of hearing about “when I first stopped drinking.”  I recently tried to say something about their post on “anonymity and shame,” and I wasn’t able to.  I’ll try again soon.

I still really enjoy writing this blog (except when I try to write about Tradition Four), and reading sobriety blogs is something I do to maintain my sobriety.  AND it just may be that it IS in place of a meeting.  I go to at least one, usually two, sometimes three meetings a week.  I will never stop going to meetings voluntarily.  I’m glad that after a few decades of sobriety, I found something enjoyable to add to what I do to stay sober.  And I hear all the oldtimers who were old when I started (hence, they are surely dead) saying, “We are not here to entertain you . . . .”

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