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I'm an alocoholic. I always have been - since I took my first drink, aged sixteen.
I'm now fifty-eight. I drink in an effort to escape physical pain -caused by a collapsig spine - and to try to escape the pain of grief.
My elder son died two years ago. It was sudden. It devastated me. And I'm alone in my grief. Can't talk to my family. They don't WANT to talk.
My increasing pain and loss of physical mobility means that I can't even get to the cemetery, to place flowers on my son's plot. It isn't my fault, but I feel so guilty. And, so, I drink. Ad infinitum......Yes, I've been to AA. Hah! I was such a regular member of a local group that I had my own chair! But venues for meetings were gradually removed. And our local bus service became less and less. Now, there are no meetings to which I can go. I don't drive and the bus service from where I live stops at quarter-to-six of an evening. Yes, tere are meetings in my town; they are however, at the other end of town to where I live. With no bus, and being unable to walk that far, I'm somewhat stuufed! So, I go on drinking. Alone......Only time anyone offers me help is when I have an outburst of emotion. And then, all I'm offered is a psychiatric referral. That amounts to me being told that I'm not ill enough to qualify for help......
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