It's way too easy to ignore real life and right now reality. It actually takes a great deal of work to pay attention to the "now" moments in your own life---and then remember them! It truly does. And as the old saying goes, "What we forget, we will often repeat." What that means is that it's much easier to forget what we don't want to have to face and then change (about ourselves of course!).
To face reality is a skill. Many of us have spent a lifetime revising and rewriting the narratives of our own lives so we don't have to be appropriately responsible for what we did by our own choice(s) and what ultimately happened as a result of those same choices we made....
Active addicts are notorious for ignoring reality. No kidding. Why would anyone who is addicted to some substance, some process, or a combination of them ever "want" long-term sobriety as a permanent lifestyle change? Uh...that would be a big HELL NO! (Like Amy Winehouse sang before her death ten years ago...) It's much easier to just pretend everyone else is crazy or lying or "out to get me" than to face what we'd rather not face about the soul-destroying power of addiction.
My own (now deceased) and only sibling's life and history serves as a meaningful example of this. I have mentioned him before in past blog posts; he was a beautiful baby boy, born six years after me. My mother adored him. My father....well, he was in his own world as many men were during that era in our history (early 60s). He worked, she stayed home. Unfortunately for my brother and I, our mother was not a "traditional" mom. She herself had a myriad of mental health issues stemming from her own combind history with repeated abuse and neglect within her own family of origin. My father, by the way, was from a foreign country and grew to become a terrorist fighter during World War II, though I know he would never have called it that as I just did.
But I digress! My brother, as adorable as he was as a young boy, was also the quintessential "mama's boy". Not a good plan when our mother herself was highly dysregulated when it came to her emotions and her ability to manage stress in her own life successfully enough. Needless to say, she didn't pay much attention to reality unless it was directly affecting her---and in a negative way. I am thankful she didn't drink or do drugs of any kind, but her behavior definitely was that of what we used to refer to as a "dry drunk". As soon as you did anything or said anything to set her off, she did go postal.
My brother was a highly sensitive person, even as a child. He didn't thrive in chaos, drama, and mayhem. He preferred peaceful surroundings, just as I myself did. I believe our father did also, except he took it to an extreme by shutting us all out as soon as he came home from work each day. You know, the dad who "retreats" for hours until it's time to go to bed. Except our father didn't have a basement, or another "room" in the house, or even the garage to retreat to. He went to a corner donut shop and basically spent most of his adult life as a married man and father over there whenever he wasn't working! Grant it, I am grateful he didn't drink or do drugs either, but to say he was "emotionally unavailable" to my brother as a male role model is truly the understatement of the universe! Our father was just not around, period!
My brother was also whip smart, even as a pre-schooler. I taught him to read before he was four years old. I remember thinking his future was going to be bright.
By the time I was bounced from our family home at age 18, my brother was 12 years old. I understand it was during this time he began to dabble in alcohol and weed. I remember coming to visit and the whole utility room smelled of weed. I asked my mother why it smelled like weed, and her first response was "That's incense!" Yeah, o.k. I fell off the turnip truck yesterday even back then? (Not!) By the time my brother graduated to his own "drop down" service ("customers" would come along side my parents' house...and my brother would "drop down" the weed to them from his attic bedroom window), our mother was completely aware of his shenanigans. I wouldn't be surprised if she took a cut of those profits also.
I, myself, informed the police about this lovely side hustle my brother had established for himself, but the police in our town had other, more important issues, to contend with at that time. Or so they said. And we wonder why "now" in 2021 how adult children end up running the households of their own elderly parent(s)? My brother was doing that since the late 70s just sayin'!
My brother never left my parents' household until they were both deceased and he was forced to leave due to nonpayment of rent (where he and my father had lived until my father's death at age 94). My brother drifted from couch to shelter to fleabag hotels in our beloved "D"---and that's when he met someone to take him on. They were together for six years before my brother was given fentanyl in some weed he had purchased. Whether he knew there was fentanyl in there or not is debatable; I believe it didn't matter. My brother was slowy killing himself by inches anyway since 7th grade; by age 57, he was obviously tired enough that it didn't matter to check himself before he killed himself...
I know this is a difficult narrative to read. It should be. Seems like I've been hearing a lot lately about the wreckages ongoing alcohol and drug abuse has caused in so many otherwise seemingly "normal" families. Being a chronic drunk or pothead or pill popper is NOT "normal" people! It's a coping mechanism to help you IGNORE REALITY.
So, this all begs the question: "What reality ARE you ignoring?"
Just asking!
If you have no clue, maybe you need to contact someone like myself or an addiction specialist to help you find the answers to that question. Just a suggestion....
Until next post....