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Briefly, On Ten Years Of Sobriety

c360_2015-11-29-15-59-47-947Today marks ten years of sobriety. Ten years is a lot. Ten years and one day will be more.

I speak openly about my sobriety, perhaps too often, perhaps not enough. I suppose that is a matter of individual interest. The kind editors here have allowed me to explore the topic on several occasions: here, and here, and here. I tweet about it too. And, for those that reach out in other ways, I am open to discussion, whether personally or internetically. (To put that another way, if you are in need of being heard, I can try to do that, and will, at least to the best of my ability.)

But my willingness to hear has been occasionally confused with the ability to diagnose. This is something I cannot and will not do, mostly because I am not a medical professional. It is also because I think that the only person who can meaningfully diagnose a drinking problem is a person with a drinking problem. The shortest possible explanation of that phenomenon goes like this: anybody who thinks they have a drinking problem has a drinking problem.

Following along roughly the same lines is my conviction that there is no wrong way to be sober. Any individual who has figured out a method that works has no reason to do otherwise. For example, I have never been to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. I am oddly not certain I would feel comfortable sharing in that environment although I have no problem having written. Also, I am not religious. I know that AA’s promise that the higher power can be whatever I want it to be but I do not find the idea of needing a higher power at all useful. On the rare occasions that I have tried to explain this, I have run into objections from individuals claiming that AA is the only way. This is not true of AA, and is a good reason for me to avoid those conversations. This should never be two people who know better having a sober off instead. AA is as important to them as my own methods are to me. That is what matters most.

My own methods are simple enough: I minimize my exposure to alcohol. I am rarely at parties and never at bars. I do my best to avoid the grocery store’s beer aisle, the convenience store’s beer cave, or anywhere else that alcohol is reliably available. I avoid media too, even media that I love (Errol Morris’s series of advertisements for Miller High Life come immediately to mind, a series I have not watched in probably a decade). If this sounds absurd, I can assure you that it goes well beyond: it is painful. These rudimentary standards have cost me relationships, not because they stopped being there, but because I stopped being there.

It is occasionally tempting to breach these methods. Surely now, after ten years, they are no longer necessary. Perhaps. But I still use Head and Shoulders every day, not because I have ever had an issue with dandruff, but because I do not have an issue with dandruff. Even if a correlation is not causation, why stop doing what works?

Still, the temptation remains. Nine years and nine months into my sobriety, I badly disappointed a friend by bailing on his event at the last second. I only realized before leaving the house that it was scheduled for a bar rather than his studio. I must have known, but it simply did not register until the very end. His frustration with me was palpable and understandable. My frustration with me was palpable and understandable. I spent an hour trying to talk myself into it. But I didn’t.

This all seems melancholic. Perhaps there should be more excitement. Ten years man, ten years.1Notes:

  1. Many, many congratulations, Sam! I can only imagine the feats of willpower along the way. — BL. []

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19 thoughts on “Briefly, On Ten Years Of Sobriety

  1. Good for you. I am with you. Once an addict, always an addict.

    I am also an addict. To nicotine. I have not smoked for nine years now. I do not kid myself about still being an addict. I am. I am grateful that smoking is less socially acceptable here in the US than it once was, that it is forbidden in most bars, restaurants, and not welcome in most homes. I am grateful that most of the people I know do not smoke, or do so very discreetly. I am grateful that my spouse does not smoke. It would all be much harder; I hardly ever feel the urge.

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  2. Congratulations, Sam. I find it difficult to avoid alcohol for a year or two while pregnant/breastfeeding, so I can only imagine how much hard work you’ve done over ten years. Keep it up.

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  3. Congrats Sam!

    You are to be commended. Keep it up.

    I’ve often wondered why some people can consume products (food/booze/drugs, etc) and where one can put it down and be done, others cannot. Everyone has some “challenge”, be it weight, etc. that they deal with. Some are successful and some aren’t. Is it genetic? Is it mental? Circumstance? Maybe if we could nail it down those who have been less successful could be better at fixing their own challenges.

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    • Alcoholism in the literature is often a symptom of masked depression. Men who don’t drink (like the Amish) are more willing to admit that they’re depressed.

      And depression is both genetic and circumstantial.

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  4. Congratulations!
    If you’re looking for more excitement, you really are making it far more difficult (and exciting) for someone to kill you.

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