Intervention or Pew Seats?
One aspect of the disease of addiction, in irony to all the chaos that surrounds it, is that it is predictable. That’s right . . . predictable. More on that another time. But, for right now, on with the story started last Thursday (please read April 17 blog).
As expected, my friend called me because there was an “episode” over the weekend. “My friend went over to his sister’s place and found her passed out, zombie-like”, he related. “He was worried because no one had heard from her in about a week so he went to check. He can’t believe how she was living --- clutter, dirty dishes scattered around, clothes strewn about, general filth --- and she looks awful” he went on. “He’s shocked at how quickly she’s going down and the family is now worried, but they are scared and divided on what to do”, he ended, sadly.
“Not unusual,” I said to my friend. ”The disease is working on them, too. As long as it keeps them scared and divided, they will do nothing other than what they have been doing and that has not worked. If they want help, have them call me. It will cost them nothing to talk briefly.” They did.
“Who gets involved in an intervention?” was one of the questions asked. In the early days of intervention (it’s only been around since the ‘60s) there was a macabre saying, “Those who would be in the first 2 rows at her funeral”, I replied. In essence, those who love her, care for her, want to see her get well and would care enough to attend her funeral no matter when or where it was. Intervention? Funeral? Hmmm . . . .
As expected, my friend called me because there was an “episode” over the weekend. “My friend went over to his sister’s place and found her passed out, zombie-like”, he related. “He was worried because no one had heard from her in about a week so he went to check. He can’t believe how she was living --- clutter, dirty dishes scattered around, clothes strewn about, general filth --- and she looks awful” he went on. “He’s shocked at how quickly she’s going down and the family is now worried, but they are scared and divided on what to do”, he ended, sadly.
“Not unusual,” I said to my friend. ”The disease is working on them, too. As long as it keeps them scared and divided, they will do nothing other than what they have been doing and that has not worked. If they want help, have them call me. It will cost them nothing to talk briefly.” They did.
“Who gets involved in an intervention?” was one of the questions asked. In the early days of intervention (it’s only been around since the ‘60s) there was a macabre saying, “Those who would be in the first 2 rows at her funeral”, I replied. In essence, those who love her, care for her, want to see her get well and would care enough to attend her funeral no matter when or where it was. Intervention? Funeral? Hmmm . . . .
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