“Escaping consequence is no privilege or blessing.”
|“Sorry Mom, sorry Dad, I have a disease!”|
To go from a physically sober nightmare to a recovered person, an addict must absolutely deal with their shit and give back a bit, or perhaps alot. The last ten years have necessarily been non-stop WORK. It was imperative that I try to repair relationships and broken hearts, get out of debt, finish school, work my ass off, take other addicts through the Big Book, run groups, write, educate, etc.
Recovery = Dealing with my shit.
Trust me, the worst thing you could possibly tell an addict is that his addiction has nothing to do with the selfishness ingrained in his personality or his willingness to do the wrong thing to others (and subsequent indifference). This MUST be considered a real part of the problem.
If all we do is tell addicts they have an innate, involuntary disease and that all associated behaviors are but symptoms, they will happily excuse themselves of any and all accountability when it comes to the wrongs they have committed, and if we do this, we are perpetuating the very sickness which haunts them and causes pain to so many.
By explaining (excusing) all aspects of addiction to brain chemistry (a brain which, by the way, we destroyed ourselves, as the process of losing choice is very much a choice) we are simply biding time until the next relapse, allowing addicts to immaturely glorify the SELF while continuing to hurt people. I truly doubt you are looking forward to more of the same.
Clearly, the progressive and morally relative implications and assumptions made by the modern disease model are ruining treatment in America and it is pushing addicts to repel all sense of moral responsibility and any connection to God as radical and inappropriate. Sorry, folks, but that’s what you get when you allow the pendulum to swing this far towards collectivism and away from freedom and personal responsibility. Just sayin’…
“I don’t need no 12-Step, do-the-right-thing bullshit, Ma! I just need my freakin’ suboxone and seroquel, biotch… and have someone pay for it, son! Now gimme that shit, bake me some cookies, and shut the fuck up, dukes! Oh, and please don’t say Merry Christmas or none of that shit to me ’cause that’s a really offensive micro-aggression yo.”
Bye-bye free speech, hello tyranny… under the guise of tolerance and intellectual consciousness, of course. Welcome to 2016 and beyond.
P.S. Merry Christmas.