And…yet another post about Robin Williams

Geez - there have been dozens and dozens of posts about Robin Williams today. The most meaningful for me is this one by David Wong at one of my favorite humor sites.

Wong ends his article with this statement: "….this has nothing to do with life circumstances -- you were rich and accomplished and respected and beloved by friends and family, and in the end it meant jack fucking shit." This hit home for me because it was how I always felt about Hubby. Hubby had everything and he "blew it" with his alcoholism. However, I am doing Hubby a bit of a disservice here - Hubby suffered from depression which he attempted to "cure" with alcohol and it killed him.

Why do alcoholics and addicts become alcoholics and addicts? Many reasons I am sure. Some talk about having an "addictive personality". For some (Hubby is a great example of this), it may be sheer stubbornness; this belief that "I am an intelligent person and I DO NOT NEED ANY HELP with my depression - I can fix it myself!" Hubby would never go seek help; he felt that counseling was for "weak people" - not realizing that he was a "weak person" or perhaps knowing that he was and being ashamed of it. Perhaps I was partly responsible for this - I am a rather self-assured, almost outrageously capable person who, I am told, often awes and overwhelms people with my ability to face and overcome adversity (their words, not mine). Maybe Hubby was too ashamed to admit to ME that he needed help; maybe I am the type who did not invite such confessions of weakness. Maybe it is all my fault that he died.

Well, of course not really - we all make choices on how to cope with things and Hubby made his choice and I am not responsible for his choice though maybe I was a contributing factor to his choice. These are the thoughts that plague me still about his addiction and death. These are the thoughts that I imagine are running through the minds of Robin's friends and family. God help them and love them.

Williams' death has sparked this conversation among us even if only for a little while. I guess what I am saying is, there is a fine line between being kind and being an enabler. Many times those of us who live with alcoholics and addicts are so afraid of being enablers that we forget to be kind. But it is so darn hard, isn't it? Because alcoholics and addicts are such damn pains in the asses and they make our lives miserable. It is easy to say "Aw shucks - how awful" about a beloved celebrity like Williams. It is hard to say "Aw shucks - how awful" when you are comforting your child who has been cussed out by his drunken daddy for no reason whatsoever or when you are scrubbing and scrubbing that strange black goo that appears in the toilet every day that an alcoholic uses (what in the heck IS that goo? What in the heck was in Hubby's pee that caused that goo?! But I digress…) or when you are bailing your alcoholic out of jail.

Or when you can't sleep at night because your alcoholic is thrashing and crashing around the house because he can't sleep and is miserable and suddenly there is utter silence and you think, "Ah, at last he has settled down quietly and I can get some rest" (only to discover the next day that he sure did settle down… he fell down and died).

Be kind. Be aware of the contradictions in being kind and try to be ok with that. Because - yeah - your loved one may be the next one who had it all but it "meant jack fucking shit."

The Great Convergence of the Ill-Used Women

One of the people who kept me sane during the years of Hubby the Alcoholic and then continued to lift me out of my doldrums after his death and show me how to have fun is my roommate from college (I will call her "Roomie"). Roomie is a brilliant scholar, a college professor and dean, who really knows how to have fun. She is basically a small town southern gal at heart just like I am despite our highly-vaunted college degrees and jobs and such. This is what I love about her - she understands how I can get into both Stockhausen and AC/DC, art films and Transformers, classical and KISS. I love a fine wine but I love a cool 1960's Camaro with a hot engine at a bonfire on the lakeshore even more…. Roomie has been ill-used by men. This was constant during our time together in college and beyond. Her husband left her for a graduate student - left his beautiful, intelligent, big-hearted wife for a grad student…ah well…. I see Roomie a lot.

Now my second closest female friend is moving back into my town. I will call her "High School Besty". Brilliant vocalist, award-winning choir director got a job at a big high school near me. Also a small-town southern gal. Moving here this weekend. Besty has also been "ill-used". Was on the losing side of a divorce. So it goes. I plan on seeing Besty a lot.

And though I scarcely consider myself a "victim" I guess I must admit to being "ill-used". Because everyone who is manipulated by an alcoholic is ill-used. I know…you are only manipulated if you let yourself be manipulated, but it often takes awhile for us to figure it out! The alcoholic uses you (and your money and your kids and your life) all up until you figure it out either on your own or with the help of a support group or therapist.

I look forward to this gathering of ill-used women that I see happening soon in my future. Not so that we can sit around and moan and groan (none of us are moaners and groaners) but simply so that we can have some fun. We are talented, intelligent, healthy, good-looking women. By being so capable we became our worst enemies; the users were drawn to us because we could prop them up. We are smarter now. We can still have a good time and we deserve it. Cue the AC/DC...

That's all.

Two Years ago

Wow - two years ago you died ….

non omnis moriar

Falling Through the Cracks Already...

My sister used to throw huge birthday parties for her kids. Her son - my nephew - had especially big parties and through those and also various soccer games, school events etc. that I attended as a "good aunt", I met many of his friends from elementary school and middle school. During his high school years I would continue to see my nephew with a few of those boys but some had just dropped off the radar. So occasionally, I would ask, "Hey, whatever happened to so and so?" Inevitably the answer would be, "Oh he got involved in drugs and is now in rehab." Or "Oh he got in with the wrong crowd and drugs and alcohol and is now in jail." That sort of stuff - fully 2/3rds of the boys my nephew regularly hung out with in elementary school and middle school all seemed to take the wrong road and it all seemed to be related to drug or alcohol abuse. Now, one could just say that my nephew had particularly bad taste in friends early on and as he is an enormously kind and empathetic person, I definitely think that he would take some "unfortunate souls" under his friendly wing and it would not always work out. But still….

Fast forward to my oldest son who is finishing middle school (8th grade - age 14 years) next week. My son also used to have big birthday parties and we have always had boys around and about our home. And over the years some have dropped off the radar. In many cases it is just because they developed different interests and friendships but for a few of them the story has been, "Oh he was sent to the alternative school for dealing drugs" or "Oh he was sent to the alternative school because he was caught smoking dope in the bathroom." That sort of thing. The same sort of thing that happened to my nephew's former pals.

Have I mentioned that these are middle-schoolers? They are 14 years old or less and they are already taking drugs. They are from "good families" and they are already abusing substances. The friends of my son's who have "gone this way", I can say as someone who observed them closely that it was usually pretty obvious that something was awry early on. I have not really been surprised. Either these were the out-of-control boys who were severely ADHD and drugged out of their minds by their parents and pediatricians or they had parents that I just flat out thought were "crazy" and thus it seems to run in the family.

But my oldest has also reached the age and stage where the cliques and groups are forming. And the careless and heartless generalizations about folks. I get a lot of "He hangs out now with the kids who are losers." And I consider my son a pretty empathetic and "good kid" but he is already labeling. And if HE is labeling, then parents are labeling and teachers are labeling. It boggles my mind that a child of 14 has already been classified as a "loser." What in the world chance do they have? Don't get me wrong - I am glad that my son has learned "discernment" and who to avoid and who will be a bad influence; this is not about my son. It is about those kids who are obviously falling through the cracks and are to be avoided.

I think collectively that we all need to be on the look out for this. There are way too many "losers" falling through the cracks at too early an age. Already so much potential lost. Already so many substances being abused. My youngest son is a loner and exhibits a lot of traits that clear hindsight tells me that my husband probably exhibited as a child. But my youngest is in therapy. He is a good and talented child but still, I WATCH and LISTEN. How many are not watching and listening? I don't want my child to be a "loser." And I certainly don't want him to hang with the wrong crowd and get involved with substance abuse. I am honest with him; he knows that alcoholism is a genetically-caused pre-disposition and that he needs to make wise choices. With this child I try my best to make sure he makes those wise choices. Same with my oldest son.

If someone in your family is an alcoholic or drug abuser - especially if it is a direct-line father or mother or grandfather or grandmother, be honest with your children. They need to know what is going on and that just like their red hair or their green eyes, a pre-disposition towards substance abuse can be inherited. It is a disease that they must be vigilant against. Because they needn't fall through the cracks if someone is really paying attention...

Throw Back Thursday

Yep! This was my guy...the man I fell in love with! To be quite honest, I fell in love with the CAR first! Ah, memories!

Facebook has this meme now: Throw Back Thursday. It is kind of fun - folks post their photos - often prom pics with puffy sleeves and big hair..that sort of thing. I took the opportunity to reflect on how I fell in love with Hubby. Let's face it - the "rebel" in Hubby appealed to me. I was always so happy and cheerful and I was quite the goody two-shoes: all A's (summa cum laude et al), always with a great attitude and doing what I was told. Hubby was brilliant and he was also busy rebelling against the life his parents wanted for him: taking over the family medical practice, marrying the "right" socialite, buying a house right next door to the family mansion.... He wanted to marry little old me and be a research scientist instead. It was all terribly romantic.

And as I have said before, for 18 of our 25 years of marriage it was fine. Problems with Hubby's family ironed out and I adored my in-laws. Hubby forged his own successful career; we had our two sons. However, there was always this one thing....the "rebel" never changed his fundamental discontent. He was always convinced his parents didn't love him; he was always convinced that folks were "out to get him"; he was always longing for more, more, more (more cars, more tools, more salary); he was always "getting in trouble" at work..you know, because of that "rebel spirit" that got everyone's back up.

That was always the way that my Hubby was. It never occurred to me that he was mentally ill. Sure - I thought it was odd that he didn't seem to "snap out it" or "grow up" but heck, I know a lot of guys who are just like they were in college... I just never knew that what was on the surface was hiding problems that were so deep.

The point of this entry, I guess, is to say to educate oneself and trust your gut. I remember one time eating out with Hubby and realizing that we were having the same conversation that we had had since we first went out for dinner - how his parents didn't love him; how worthless everyone was; how much better things should be...all negativity and gloom and doom - and thinking, "Huh...it sure is kind of strange that all he does is talk about this. I wonder if it means something?" But then putting it aside and having that gut instinct get subsumed in the busy-ness of life, career, and kids.

If you think something may be wrong, it probably is. That's all for today - kind of disjointed - hope it helps.

Throw Back Thursday....yeah....

Another Storm He Will Miss

Hubby used to love big storms. He was a science teacher so they fascinated him on a scientific level but also on a visceral level as well. We have had some quite horrific storms in my part of the country lately; the latest killed several folks in Arkansas in fact.

A few weeks ago, we had a bad storm in our home town with two tornados and baseball sized hail. The sirens sounded for about 45 minutes. It caused a lot of damage in our town; I was fortunate - I live on the side of town that just got heavy rains, thunder and lightening and some pebble-sized hail.

I enjoy storms as well. I opened the screen door and went out on the balcony and watched. But such events make me sad now because of the memory of how much Hubby would have loved this. My first thought is always, "Oh, poor ---, he would have loved this so and he is missing it all."

We have a flat roof on our house and I remember that Hubby would go up there in bad storms and clear off the roof and make sure the drains were not clogged. There was something about being up there in the pouring rain and strong wind that made him so happy - he would come back inside with a big grin on his face asking for a dry towel...

Oh you are missing this wonderful storm! Oh, you are missing your oldest son being inducted into National Junior Honor Society and National Junior Thespians this week. Oh, you missed your youngest son getting his black belt. Oh, you missed him singing a beautiful solo at the jazz festival this weekend.

Oh...how...sad....

I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm. --- Emily Dickinson

Concerning "Who Will Win?"

I have followed the postings of The Immortal Alcoholic for many years. I actually came upon her blog after googling "immortal alcoholic" in frustration one day with Hubby. Hubby had had so many accidents by that time! He had fallen and hit his head many, many times - ending up in the hospital. He had an accident on his motorcycle (while drunk) where he was hit by a semi and then thrown under another semi, dragged 800 ft and slammed into a guard rail wall and walked away with 4 cracked ribs - that's all. The doctors and nurses were amazed and said that my husband was truly "immortal".

And I remember thinking, "Yeah, great. Lucky me...har,har..." So I googled "immortal alcoholic" and found that great blog which helped me so much! It is terrible feeling that way. You start thinking "Will this nightmare ever end?" and then you feel so horribly guilty because it is such a sin to wish for someone else's obliteration. But there it is. I must say that I do understand why some people murder. Because it is so very awful to live with an alcoholic.

At least towards the end my thoughts were tempered with knowing that Hubby was miserable and actually wanted to die. But, believe me, it took some therapy sessions to convince myself that I was not some sort of evil person for thinking these thoughts.

Linda, of The Immortal Alcoholic, in her March 25, 2014 post "Who will win?" expressed such dark thoughts so well. She writes, "The only way I can make sense of all this is to make sure that I stay healthy and outlive Riley....I actually WANT my life and have many things planned for my Riley-free days." She then goes on later to say that "if you die before the alcoholic, alcoholism wins."

That is SO much how I felt! I was so afraid that my two sons would have a long miserable childhood because of Hubby. And I was so afraid that my dear mother who worries so much about me and is in her 80's would die before she knew that I was free, and safe, and happy. And no matter how awful it sounds, I am so grateful that this was not the fate of me, my mother or my sons. And yes, Hubby had to die before we could know such freedom and happiness again.

So there it is. Folks like Linda and I need to keep expressing such feelings openly. Because all family members who - through a variety of circumstances - are forced to be in an alcoholic home have these dark thoughts. It is OK to have these dark thoughts. The alcoholic in your life has often had such dark thoughts about YOU...because YOU, of course, are the real "bad guy", right? So have 'em. Don't feel guilty about 'em. Make your "life without my alcoholic" bucket list. And don't let alcoholism win.