Learning to detach from my spouse’s alcoholic behavior was difficult for me. As a new Al-Anon member, I listened eagerly as other members described what detachment meant to them.
I was sitting in my living room reading a book, feeling calm and content, when my husband came home drunk and angry. He burst into the house and immediately tried to start an argument with me.
I had a eureka moment! I felt like my Al-Anon brain took over and looked down upon the situation from an observer’s point of view. I said to myself, “I didn’t cause the drinking; I can’t control it; and I can’t cure it.”
Instead of getting angry, upset, and defeated, I stayed calm. I put my book down, stood up, and said, “I’m not arguing with you. I love you. I’m going to run errands.” I walked away and refused to engage.
I left the house and spent the next half hour reminding myself to keep the focus on me. I couldn’t wait to share my epiphany with my group. I hope my experience helped other members learn detachment.
By Anonymous, Canada
The Forum, April 2010
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Every once in a while I’m asked, “What brought you to Al-Anon?” The question always makes me smile. The answer, for me, is kindness.
I was desperate and alone. My coping skills were not working anymore. I had always done what I was told, to avoid derision and scorn. I had chosen to be invisible, so I could avoid the abuse in my household. But at 20 and pregnant, neither of these skills was working.
Everyone I knew had an opinion. Everyone happily shared it. Everyone demanded that I take the action they were purporting. It did not matter that the actions were diametrically opposed to each other; people demanded that I do as they said.
I was living in a horror of mental and emotional abuse. I had no idea how to use my own voice, or to make a choice based solely on what I wanted or how I viewed a situation. All I had ever heard was that I was inept, stupid, and incompetent. Hadn’t I proven it by getting pregnant?
In the midst of the chaos, one of my mother’s friends asked me what I thought about the situation. Never before in my lifetime had I been asked my opinion. I had grown up with, “When I want your opinion, I’ll tell you what it is!” I started to cry. I sobbed out all of my fear and confusion. Today, I know what a miracle that was.
Another coping mechanism I’d learned: never tell what was really going on lest it be used against me. She patted my hand and said, “It doesn’t matter. Come with me to an Al-Anon meeting.” I had no idea what Al-Anon was, but she was gentle, calm, and kind. I found myself climbing into her car and we drove to a meeting. That was more than 30 years ago. Her kindness got me here. The kindness of those who attend keeps me here.
By Viki M., Washington
The Forum, march 2015
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