Love it. It’s always a bit of a clusterfuck when you get a bunch of addicts together and don’t follow the rules.
Rehab was a trip! We had community meeting every morning at 8:30. We had a president, a vice president, a secretary. It started with a check in, your name, your goal for the day, your community resource you were working on, and naming whom you could turn to for help.
My last week there, I was the president. Going to put that on my CV…NOT.
My first day as president I invited everyone to breathe with me, the coming home breath - deep inhale and hold, then sigh it out.
Well, you can imagine how that went with a bunch of addicts. Many were legally mandated to be there, multiple felons, legit gangsters, and some medicated to the gills.
The rest of the week, when cross talk got out of hand, I threatened them with the coming home breath and they all shut up - they were afraid of me, lol.
One of the meetings I go to is kind of a low bottom group. I’m not really a fan of it because it’s not my kind of peeps, but it’s close and convenient. One day a retired cop qualified, compelling story, drinking a fifth of vodka in the squad car every day.
When he finished, this flamboyant sixty year old lady shared. She was wearing striped leggings she had no business wearing, her FUPA was hanging over the waistband, she had long grey hair, many necklaces and bracelets, and a wide brim hat.
“It’s funny. You were a cop for twenty years, and I was a criminal for twenty years, and we’re both in the same place.”
Wow.