The Forum magazine articles - November 2009



The following articles from the November 2009 issue are reprinted with permission of The Forum, Al-Anon Family Group Hdqs., Inc., Virginia Beach, VA.  For more articles, check The Forum archive.


In Features (p. 3)
I can begin to heal--when I let go
By Casey C., Florida

I came into Al-Anon not realizing the extent of my controlling nature. I thought it was okay, even a good thing, to try to keep my alcoholic husband from drinking. Now, a few months into the program,  I know better. Still, I have to keep on guard.

The other day, I had a thought that became a daydream: "Wouldn't it be great if I could handcuff myself to my husband? That way I'd always be with him. If I'm always with him, he won't drink! Surely that will help him and then I'll be happy."

I imagined myself riding in the car with him, handcuffed to each other. All of a sudden, his alcoholic mind took over and he got out of the car and went into the liquor store. There I was, dragging on the ground behind him. Hard as I fought, I couldn't get him to stop. My wrist was bruised, my knees were scraped, and my shoulder was dislocated.

In my effort to control the alcoholic, I had gotten hurt. I realized that once that disease has taken over someone, there is nothing I can do about it. My husband is much stronger than I am, and the disease is stronger than he is. When his will is in control, I just can't beat it. And if I try, I'm only going to get hurt.

But, if I were to unlock the handcuffs, the hurt would stop. I would still be bruised, but I could start to heal without incurring new injuries. So in my day-to-day life, I try to let go of the alcoholic.

Healing has begun and I'm no longer being dragged around. Just as he is stronger than me and the disease stronger than him, God is stronger than all of us. That's all I need to know.

In Features (pp. 12-13)
A father found help when he learned how to listen
By B. A., Illinois

I came to Al-Anon when I realized that my son was an alcoholic. I felt angry, guilty, frustrated, and depressed. I desperately needed to rescue my son. I attended a few meetings, but nothing changed. He was still drinking. I was still miserable. I stopped coming.

I didn't want to sit around listening to other people's problems because mine were much more important. I had heard it all, but listened too little. I was too busy wallowing in self-pity and getting sucked into my son's chaos. Neither of us was ready for recovery.

I returned to Al-Anon about a year ago--to support my wife. I can't pinpoint the exact date, but something magical and mighty transpired. It started when I began to listen.

As a newcomer, I was overwhelmed. I couldn't remember the Serenity Prayer, even though we recited it at the beginning and end of every meeting. The Twelve Steps may as well been a tourist attraction in Rome. The slogans were what finally hooked me. They were easy to understand, based on common sense.

I hear poignant tales of despair and disaster, the toxic fallout from alcoholism and additction that renders our lives unmanageable. I hear uplifting stories of recover and resilience, the by-products of faith and hope that bring us back to health. Each of you in your own way reaches out to me, sustaining me with strength, support, and fellowship.

My son has completed four months of rehab and has transitioned into sober living. We are both healing now. My quest to cure his addiction has evolved into a journey of sef-discovery.

I don't know what obstacles may block the road ahead--and I have many more miles to travel. However, I carry with me the precious knowledge that I alone can secure my serenity and I alone can cast it away. And whether I am buffeted by storms caused by natural forces or my own thinking, I can find refuge here in this room.

I learned this by listening to all of you.

In My Story (pp. 16-18)
Leaving family conflict behind,
choosing serenity today

By Rewa, India

After our engagement, my fiance told me that his mother had problems adjusting to others. He told me to be careful and not be too optimistic about that relationship. I was very confident and told him that I could get along with anyone. I thought I would change her with love and devotion.

The next thing he told me was that he was fond of drinking and smoking. I thought I would give him lots of love and care, and change him too. I was attractive, well educated, and had a good paying job. I was also well-trained in all kinds of household chores: cooking, cleaning, washing, knitting, crocheting, tatting, and sewing--very important for an Indian bride!

I came into my  new home with lots of optimism. Soon I realized that my mother-in-law was obnoxious and hard to please. Her whole focus was finding fault with whatever I did. I tried to please her by doing each and every household chore so that she would have no reason to shout and create a scene. I was so scared of her that I started seeing the world through her eyes.

My husband worked in another city, about a two-hour drive away. He never showed any interest in spending time with me. Many times he would not come home--not even on weekends. I suspected that there may be other women in his life. Later on, I realized that he was escaping the suffocating atmosphere of his home. I became nervous, restless, irritable, anxious, and depressed.

I left my job and joined him. Part of his work responsibilities included entertaining guests of his company. Usually he would come home late at night, drunk. Soon I discovered that I was pregnant.

Life became difficult, unbearable. Many times he would not come home. He behaved as if I was a burden on him and a threat to his freedom. I was not used to this kind of living as I belonged to a non-drinking family. I could not share my problems with anyone--not even with my parents whom I was not allowed to visit. I was so miserable. I felt hopeless and scared. I was so miserable. I developed severe back pain, migraine headaches, and other physical ailments. There are no words to describe those dark days.

With a small baby and household work without any help, I was overburdened. I started losing myself. From a carefree, loving person, I turned into a nagging, controlling, insecure woman with no self-esteem. Because of my regular outbursts, my husband was staying away from home for months at a time.

Then I gathered courage and determined to do something. I decided to be financially independent, to get a good job. I was accepted in a Ph.D. program.

There was lots of opposition from my in-laws. They did not want me to further my education. They didn't want to lose a servant. I assured them that I would continue doing my household duties.

I finished my doctorate and got a job. But I was a nagging, hysterical, complaining person. I became depressed and stayed in bed with a backache. I tried everything I could to find peace--yoga, meditation, visits to religious places. Nothing worked. My children, in-laws, and husband started shunning me. I started blaming him and myself for all the mess around me. My relationships at work also deteriorated. I had complaints against everybody. I took medication for depression. I was trying hard to come to terms with life.

With God's grace I was introduced to Al-Anon. For the first time, I became aware that I just have to fix myself. What a wonderful realization!

I have been in the program for four years now. Whenever I am feeling low, I go through the first three Steps and draw strength from them. I came to know that I am not responsible for the mess around me. I can neither control it nor cure it. What I can do is change my attitude towards the mess. This mess existed before I got here. I had unknowingly become part of it and lost myself.

I understood the concept of a Higher Power. I made Him the driver of my life and I sat in the passenger seat. The program taught me that I have choices. Do I want to live in the past and spoil my beautiful life or enjoy what is offered to me today? I learned to live for today and not to complicate things by over thinking them. I have learned to listen carefully to others.

My relationships with my family members have improved. I learned to detach--with love. I cannot change others; I can only change myself. I don't lose my temper. I have stopped dwelling on negative thoughts; and the reward I got: no more migraine headaches.

My relationship with my husband is at an all-time high. I can now see him beyond the bottle. He is a marvelous person, much more balanced, loving, caring, and respectful than I am. He still drinks, but that does not affect me much. Sometimes we go to meetings together. He is open to the idea of going to A.A. meetings.

I learned that love does not mean possession. It means spending quality time together and leaving the other person free so that we can both blossom. I can give him unconditional love. I cannot fix his problem, but I can fix mine by not doing God's job. I'll let his Higher Power take charge.

I read once that God gives you what you need, not what you want. I have full faith in that.

I won't say I don't get negative thoughts now and then. But I recognize when my "stinking thinking" starts and I have the tools to handle it. I can call my Sponsor or a fellow member. I can do for a long walk or for a drive. I have choices.
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