Drugs ain’t the problem, originally written on day 17.
The problem is everything else.
Everyone is a nutcase, a fruit loop, a stark raving loony. I’ve been saying it for years, if we weren’t all imbalanced, how would we ever be able to make up our mind given the choice of two almost identical options.
The more I hear peoples stories the more I hear the fruit loop became before the addiction.
The whole recovery industry is therefore doomed to an eternal struggle to retain members. The government will want a top down approach (throw everyone into the bottomless pit methadrone dulldrums) the addicts will want control of their own destiny.
If you take away the problem of supply (illegalities, time, effort) and just allow addicts to be functioning and productive members of society then there is actually no requirement for the recovery industry as such.
Two main causes of addiction (from experience) appear to be pain and mental health issues created at a young age. Another cause, commonly overlooked, is that people JUST LIKE GETTING FUCKEN HAPPILY WASTED!! These people are more likely not to become huge issues, but (if they do) I will put them in the mental health bracket;
WHY DO YOU LIKE GETTING WASTED JANE?
Coz it makes me feel good.
YOU WERE ABUSED AS A THREE YEAR OLD JANE.
No, I wasn’t you dirty old fuck, I just like drugs.
NO JANE, LISTEN… PLEASE JUST TICK THIS BOX SO WE CAN THROW YOU IN THE METHADONE PIT……
Another successful intervention from the Wellington Alcohol and Drug Service.
Pain is a hard one. The pain goes away. Then it comes back, so you’re on a constant roller coaster of addiction and recovery.
Mental health is usually more constant. You have hidden from your failings or perceived weakness, character defects, character traits, dissociations etc and you need to face up to yourself. And do it HARD.
This journey of mine is taking a turn for the awkward.
I have chronic pain issues. I was very lucky to retain the use of my legs and have control over my bowel and bladder. I am very lucky. Full stop. A hundred mile an hour into the side of a car… Still have legs… Maybe one day I will type in all the accidents, the times I’ve died, the times I’ve looked down on my own body… But that is seriously boring. Just take the quick exit available and smile knowingly.
There are issues with me getting along with N.A. people in a group. As a relative new comer there are some whom are sceptical. Pity really, I quite like them. I understand where they are coming from, but they don’t have a fucken clue about me, and I ain’t going to be sharing that much at this rate.
When I say “there is no way I can make amends for some stuff” it is damn true. One guy carries on about not being able to make amends to his mum and dad. My sister just died, I tried to make amends to her by looking after her and almost ruining myself to do so. I did not mention this. I did not mention all the people I have helped out, free of charge. I did not mention all the work I have done in other areas. I did not mention blowing things up, burning things down or pulling triggers sideways. Hell, one of the worst ones is little things. Like being kicked out of a house, breaking something important, but then that person being your friend afterwards. I guess people work out you’re sorry and don’t want you to beat yourself up too much. They just want you to be well, and for all those people the best I can do is stay straight. I can be fucken trouble otherwise.
I, too, suffer the old “walk into a place and get a feeling people know who I am and what I’ve done” but I don’t know them. I get it almost daily. It is only people I have met in the last few years or early in my career whom I actually know and recognise. There are fifteen years of pretty constant blur. I know I know this person, but how. And why? And, oh shit, forget it, see you ’round.
I have awkward moments passing business in town as I know I have not followed up on getting money or getting even for their lack of business sense when dealing with me years ago. I let it slide. I am owed thousands from the old days. There they are on the step of their now successful design and tattoo studios, here is me with nothing. They owe me thousands. They owe me a beer. They owe me nothing, because I just nod and walk past. And they duck back into their business, probably to ring old mate “so and so” and say I saw that NZFiend. He’s a loser now. Hahahahaha.
So, what am I doing? Fuck knows really. Seeing where this current state of giving up takes me. I have never given up and had nothing to do before. Always been busy, work, relationship, university. Whatever.
It is time to take stock of myself. See who I am.
I don’t think I am that bad. I’m kind, honest and blunt with a point.
I am also borderline mental stir fry.
Hard to know after spending two thirds of life running around like a headless chicken.
Have never engaged with psych people. Always just enough to get let out of prison or probation. I think it’s time to get this ADHD thing looked into, and maybe see what box they will squash me into without drug addiction being the main presenting factor to the all powerful aseholes.
Herrnstein and Prelec (1992) offer four
interpretations of addiction:
Addiction as disease suggests that the addict literally cannot help themselves in the same way that a person with a disease cannot help becoming ill.
The opposite of this is addiction as choice, where the person makes conscious decisions to indulge in the behaviour that eventually becomes addictive. Even when addicted, they have choice in deciding to fight the addiction. There are companies such as Narconon that offer help in the fight to overcome addiction.
Although this is still prevalent in social conversation, modern addiction research has, to a large extent, discredited this ‘disease’ model.
This model views the addict as a rational consumer who chooses to partake of the addictive behavior from a position of constant free will.
The current view is that whilst consumption may start as a rational choice it gradually becomes less as the addict becomes attached to the target addictive substance.
There is also the question as to whether there is ever completely free will. Recent research has highlighted how the subconscious brain activates in a decision before the conscious brain.
This model interprets addiction as as an unknowing process whilst the person indulges in pleasant activities. The person slips gradually into dependence without realizing what is happening until it is too late.
This has as multiple-personality viewpoint where the ‘addict’ appears as a separate aspect of the self. It assumes that people hold inconsistent preferences, either concurrently or successively. This leads them to both seek rational behavior whilst also taking the irrational steps of an addict.
Final footnote on this, for now…
Anthony (A.M.) Daniels (born 11 October 1949), who generally uses the pen name Theodore Dalrymple, is an English writer and retired prison doctor and psychiatrist. He uses pen names to hide from pissed off junkies. His book ROMANCING OPIATES is, in large, a bunch of over theorised crap. I do like a few passages from his book, but on this subject of why people become addicted, he cannot seem to see through the fog of his rather cumbersome research spectacles.