Alcohol Intervention: My Alcoholic Intervention

My alcoholic intervention came when my husband had had enough of the insanity that the alcohol abuse had brought to him and the family. An alcoholism intervention is usually preformed by family members and a qualified counselor. Well my intervention for alcoholism was handled a bit differently.

My alcoholism intervention was handled basically by my husband and some of the worst recovering drunks in our community. I was taken into this broken down old store front and sat in a room that reeked of stale cigarettes and was filthy. All I can remember is how disgusting this place was.

A couple of really beat up looking men came over to the table and introduced themselves to us. My husband introduced himself and pointed out that I had a major alcohol problem. He proceeded to explain how disgusting I was and that he wanted them to fix me. I of course was shaking like a leaf and just wanted to go home and die of shame.

We sat there for a while as these two men explained a little about the alcohol intervention programs they used and that I need to come back daily for a while to attend these meetings.

I thought my first alcohol intervention had worked. I went to meetings daily. I would go to a noon meeting and a night meeting and sometimes a midnight meeting. I believed I was giving my husband a better life by excepting his alcoholic intervention.

I believed his intervention for alcoholism was a loving gift to me. I never understood what was happening to me and why I was abusing alcohol. I finally understood I had a disease that I had no control over. I was happy. But my husband and children were more miserable than before. In fact my husband was way angrier than before. I was not seeing much of my children and I had to tippy-toe around my husbands anger. I feared the violence would return at any moment.

After a few months I decided to stop going to meetings. I felt I had learned all they had to teach and that I could work the program all by myself. This way I was home full time with my family again.

Big Mistake! Big Big Mistake!

My 2nd alcoholic intervention did not go as smooth as the first intervention for alcoholism. In fact it went bad, very bad.

With me not going to meetings and nothing changing within the family dynamics, I eventually went back to drinking. Only this time when I began my alcohol abuse the drinking was way worse. It was like the alcohol had taken such a strong hold this time there was no stopping until death. In fact I wanted to die. Life by this time was so scary that death was a welcomed relief. I was not afraid to die, I was afraid to live. I was pretty much drunk nonstop by now.And any resemblance of sanity had gone out the window.

It was at this time that my AA friends decided to do an alcoholic intervention of their own. They showed up at my home when my husband was gone and assisted me in getting drunker than normal. I was into a drunker stupor when the AA people took my children over to the neighbors house and decided to take me to a private alcohol treatment center.

Well My husband was livid when he returned home and came and got me out of the private alcohol treatment center and luckily got me into a hospital alcohol treatment program the very next day. This 2nd alcoholic intervention lead me down the road to alcohol treatment centers that I did not know existed.