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This is also the case in the story titled “The Housewife Who Drank at Home” from the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous. As the women in this story begins, she admits that just the mere title of “alcoholic” would have been a defective term of failure and met with shame and yet in her humble beginning she rarely considered her behavior as drinking. Over time the drinking increased and as such her behavior was reactive to her shame of becoming the very thing she feared. “ I should have realized that the alcohol was getting hold of me when I started to become secretive in my drinking” (Alcoholics Anonymous, 2001, pg. 296, para. 2). Though in retrospect she claims she should have known, the shame furthered her behavior to hide her drinking by assuring she had alcohol for others and did not look as though she personally indulged. Though not every person that suffers with addiction is affected by this shame spiral, there is a degree of social conditioning that plays a part in the spiral occurring just before recovery begins. King (2016) describes his dilemma with opioid dependency, recalling the acceptance of his addiction as a disease, but the inward struggle with self-image as he felt he lacked moral fortitude. This is equally common among addicted individuals and as such prolongs the shame spiral based on
Especially on holidays, how do we say or questioned our friends, family and loved ones that you had too much to drink? That’s a questioned I tend ask myself all the time. And, when you do say to them that they had enough, that’s where a rivalry tend to occur and where the major problem starts in so many families today.
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Alcoholics Anonymous is one of the great unrecognized literary works of the first half of the twentieth century. It has been through three editions after its first printing in 1939 and at least fifty-three printings in over ninety countries (xxii). The wide popularity and circulation of the book certainly affirms this claim. An examination of the contents of the book will show that it also deserves this title. It is a rich work because it conveys a basic human condition, though ugly, until that time not often spoken of in public. If it simply did this and nothing more it would merely be a good book. But it does more than speak to an ugly condition; it gives a blueprint for change.
As a child, I didn't always understand the depth of my dad's addiction, or what it exactly meant. I didn't even view it as an addiction, rather just how things were. Living in a small house, there was no option to completely ignore it. The more he drank the more bellicose he became, and the more verbally abusive he became. Freshman year I wrote a letter to my dad because I'd decided that my passivity of the issue was no better than an endorsement of his behavior. I was angry with how he acted, and with myself for not knowing what to do about it. With my letter came empty promises: a promise to limit drinking, and a promise to
Most people think of alcoholics of being part of the homeless population or of lower class. I learned that anyone can be an alcoholic, even nurses and doctors. In an Ohio survey regarding addiction as a disease, the results of the survey found that statewide 59% think that an alcohol or drug addiction is a disease and 43% believe that alcoholism or addiction is a weakness (Ohio Survey, 2010, p. 7-8). However, these two believed facts are wrong; Alcoholism is a disease and not a weakness. I think by understanding this and that alcoholism is a disease that is not easily controllable, I am accepting to those struggling with alcoholism and inspired by those that choose a life of sobriety. Those suffering from alcoholism and are able to overcome the cravings and disease are some of the strongest people I know. Attending this meeting has been a life-changing experience that has impacted my personally and my future practice as a nurse. I hope to be a nurse that is more accepting, open-minded, and judgment-free to everyone, despite my morals, beliefs, and societal
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If my origin story was a movie, the opening scene would be my discovery of books. It’d be a wide shot of me as a roley, roley toddler, as I reached out to one of my brother’s old picture books. And as I grasped the cardboard cover open, I was swallowed up by a moment of true epiphany. I can only imagine such a dramatic beginning as being dignant about what would be my lifelong obsession. As I grew up, I ate through books quickly, always craving that fantastic feeling of being completely absorbed into a world outside of my own.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
What is it about the smell of whisky that soothes a man’s soul? Recently I went to visit my family, the Robert’s, in the mountains of North Carolina. The first thing I did when I stepped out of the car was try and smell that glorious aroma. My name is Luden Sorrells. Better known back home as Uncle Luden. I have what some might call a monarch reputation as a drinking man. I moved away from home at the age of sixteen and headed toward California on my motorcycle. Although I’ve been there for years, the scenery just doesn’t compare to my hometown. I find myself missing home oftentimes but, living with a controlling mother wasn’t always that easy. Once settling in California I became a bit of a lady’s man, but it got me in trouble every now and then. My life is full of adventures and unfortunately alcohol tends to be a part of them.
Most students are introduced to a whole new world when coming to college. For many, it is the first time they are on their own. College is a very different culture than high school. It takes time for most students to get acclimated to the college lifestyle. During a college student’s years at college they will partake in situations they never dealt with before. Most have never been to parties that last till about 4am with all the alcohol they can drink. A lot are also not used to having to share a bedroom with one or more persons, the heavy work load in the classrooms, and for some actually paying school tuition. The day to day college life is different for majority of first time college students.
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