Hi everyone,
I wanted to share a recent experience with you and how it has triggered some old memories, feelings and painful emotions.
Here's a little historical background about me before i begin...
Currently i am 32, i have a full time job and live in the East End of London. I'm also a recovering alcoholic, i will be sober 5 years in July. I come from a severely dysfunctional background. Both parents are alcoholics and my bro is currently in prison from this illness, he is 24.
So, the experience. I have a landlady who is not very well. She admitted to me during the Christmas of 2009 that her mother is a recovering alcoholic. And that her mum has been sober for 26 years. Yep, pretty impressive amount of time. But, I've met her mother. Her mum is not very nice, not very happy and 100% scary.
My landlady, lets call her Dee for now, admitted that she thought she might have a problem with alcohol too. I confided with her that i was part of Alcoholics Anonymous. She began to say that her mother put her off AA many years before. This was sad and i felt sorry for her but I did not try to change her mind, AA is about attraction not promotion.
Anyway, over the last year her behaviour has progressed and deteriorated rapidly. We are not friends she is my landlady but I have always tried to be as accommodating as possible.
A few months ago i had an argument with her new boyfriend, lets call him Frank, he is tall, butch, aggressive and controlling. During the argument I began to have flash backs of times when my father would go for me. In my mind i thought this person was going to hit me. When i was young i would attack first, for fear of being hurt. At once i envisioned smashing him in the face with whatever i could get my hands on.
But then a new voice was speaking inside my head, it said "Get out now!"... i told him that i was asserting my rights to be silent, and that i would talk to them another time.
Dee was standing behind him, the flash in my mind showed her mirroring how my mother used to behave. Either goading me into fighting him or vice versa her goading my father into attacking me. I walked out the room as calmly as i could.
I was shaking with a mixture of terror and violence. I was scared what i would do to him and her. But, like i said, the new voice was much stronger than me and guided me out of the room.
My old reaction would have been to go for him, try to punch him where ever i could. But something had developed and has finally grown in me. I was able to walk away from the situation and not get embroiled in the sick melodrama.
On that day, i decided that i would no longer be living in this house. My room is a dream. It resembles an artists studio, nothing like i ever imagined to live in. However, i know happiness is much more than how beautiful a room, area or friends are. This experience showed me i do not have to live in such circumstances anymore.
When i was a child i had no choices. I had no voice. I had no family to run to. I had no-one protecting me.
In the last year I have found myself tip toeing on egg shells. Watching every word that i say. Making sure i do not anger her in anyway. Being overly helpful, caring, nice, or even wonderful... the list is endless.
Does this ring any bells?
Of course. I have been behaving exactly the same way as i did with my parents for 20 odd years.
The worst thing about this experience is how it has brought up so much pain and hurt from my past. Moments that i believed had been worked through with various therapists. The mark my parents behaviour has left on me will undoubtedly stay with me until i die. However, i have learnt many tools to cope, grow, change and learn about how i react to such situations as the one i described.
Alcoholism is a sad, devastating illness... it touches on every part of society. It does not choose who it touches. It does not care where you are from, what sex you are, height, education nothing! All week i have been shrouded under a cloud of acid rain. I noted down the feelings that this week has brought up in me.
And this is what i wrote...
Dee:
Unpredictable
Disorientation
Confusion
Pain
Anger
Constant lies
Constant excuses
Her behaviour is unacceptable
And the final feeling, i have been projecting how i will handle her upon my leaving the house. Will she give me my money back? Will she turn up? Will she bring her angry boyfriend with her? Will she argue and be nasty? Will i have to call the police??
I have constantly had the worse case scenarios in my head... constantly! I have spent all week working out how to cope with her. How to communicate with her next...
To others this may seem utter madness, total insanity! “Why the hell should you waste all of this time?” I can hear them say. Well, if you lived the life that i did, then this over-reaction would seem totally normal and understandable. Because it is!! It is understandable! I spent 20 yrs of my life being morphed and conditioned to accept this way of living. And in the end, it nearly killed me.
As i said before, i will be 5 years sober this July. I had help, lots of help. I'm not diminishing what i did to get sober, happy and sane. All i am saying is that i asked for help. And help came in abundance!
Life is about love, life is about trust, and most of all life is about being happy.
Peace :)