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alcoholics, for reasons yet obscure, have lost the power of choice in drink. Our so-called will power becomes practically nonexistent. We are unable, at certain times, to bring into our consciousness with sufficient force the memory of the suffering and humiliation of even a week or a month ago. We are without defense against the first drink.</p></blockquote><blockquote id="b97c"><p>~ The Big Book, page 24.</p></blockquote><p id="2733">I mumbled something about doing more therapy sessions to stay in touch with my baseline feelings, but my new sponsor was having none of it.</p><p id="e1c9">‘This isn’t an emotional issue!’ he said, cutting in. ‘This is a memory issue that no amount of therapy you chose to throw money at will solve.’</p><p id="1800">He even suggested that the mental blank spot could be similar to a form of amnesia or dementia that science hasn’t picked up on yet.</p><p id="4ad6">‘But why hasn’t science picked up on it?’ I asked, holding the phone tightly.</p><p id="26fb">‘Probably because this blank spot only happens at certain times. Most of the time, it lays dormant.’ he replied before warning,</p><p id="337a">‘And unfortunately, this dormancy feature gives us an illusion of power. We think we’ve got sobriety now because our memory and willpower function normally again. Until, the condition randomly comes back online, and we relapse, leaving us totally baffled as to why it happened.’</p><p id="a3e9">My new sponsor sighed deeply.</p><p id="f455">‘It’s heartbreaking,’ he said softly. ‘Especially if you’ve relapsed after being multiple years clean. But it is sadly needed to show you that you are genuinely powerless, regardless of how much you desire and want to be sober.’</p><p id="969d">My head was spinning. Every sentence felt like the jolt of an electric cattle prod.</p><p id="8e0a">Later that day, I looked back at my recent relapses. I found no real conscious memory of consequences before any of them.</p><p id="352f">It appeared relapse was happening to me, not by me.</p><blockquote id="8aba"><p>As soon as I regained my ability to think, I went carefully over that evening in Washington. Not only had I been off guard, I had made no fight whatever against the first drink. This time I had not thought of the consequences at all. I had commenced to drink as carelessly as though the cocktails were ginger ale. I now remembered what my alcoholic friends had told me, how they prophesied that if I had an alcoholic mind, the time and place would come — I would drink again. They had said that though I did raise a defense, it would one day give way before some trivial reason for having a drink. Well, just that did happen and more, for what I had learned of alcoholism did not occur to me at all. I knew from that moment that I had an alcoholic mind. I saw that will power and self-knowledge would not help in those strange mental blank spots. I had never been able to understand people who said that a problem had them hopelessly defeated. I knew then. It was a crushing blow.</p></blockquote><blockquote id="93f7"><p>~ The Big Book, page 41.</p></blockquote><figure id="7922"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*n4r4HuNFWSnCD_WU"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@alicealinari?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Alice Alinari</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><h2 id="287c">A Belief That It Will All Be Alright.</h2><p id="baea">Sadly, the ‘blank spot’ wasn’t all that was happening.</p><p id="7c3e">My new sponsor later explained that something else was happening in my mind, a kind of twisting of my thinking that I couldn’t see either.</p><p id="02a0">This is the other main feature of the relapse condition.</p><p id="da70">The Big Book explains it as follows:</p><blockquote id="f067"><p>But there was always the curious mental phenomenon that parallel with our sound reasoning, there inevitably ran some insanely trivial excuse for taking the first drink. Our sound reasoning failed to hold us in check. The insane idea won out.</p></blockquote><blockquote id="4ad8"><p>~ The Big Book, page 37.</p></blockquote><p id="da58">Anytime the ‘good idea’ of relapsing suddenly popped into my head, part of me would start to minimise the lunacy of this thought.</p><p id="e2c7">I would begin to rationalise this catastrophic idea with excuses and reasons why it would be, in fact, okay to relapse despite being in recovery.</p><p id="432a">No matter how insignificant and non-sensical those reasons were, they quickly became plausible and seemingly rational.</p><p id="6997">At the same time, the urge to want to relapse would start to surge.</p><p id="cdc4">A fear of missing out would relentlessly come crashing in like waves rolling in and out of my consciousness.</p><p id="b225">Thoughts and narratives of why it would be okay this time would dominate my thinking.</p><p id="fe2d">Finally, a tidal wave of justification would smother me into deep unconsciousness.</p><p id="c65b">Convinced of my rationale, I would carry out my plan, only to revert back to type and do everything I said I wouldn’t do, and again, find myself powerless to stop once I started.</p><p id="34a2">This twisted thinking was nothing more than a lie, but I believed the lie and didn’t see the flaw in the logic in light of my track record with partying.</p><p id="888a">To any average person, this kind of thinking and decision-making would be termed irrational, unsound, or even insa

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ne.</p><p id="d880">The Big Book calls this thinking an <i>‘obsession to beat the game’</i>.</p><p id="9087">Whether it’s a vague idea that this time it would be different, that I would do it differently and party like a gentleman.</p><p id="b075">Or the well-loved excuse that this will be my last relapse. After this final time, I’ll be done for good. I’ll get on with my life.</p><p id="be67">But, it never was different and that last time never did happen.</p><p id="149d">My new sponsor would remind me often,</p><p id="a62b" type="7">‘You aren’t changing your mind when you’ve decided to give in and party; your mind has been changed for you.’</p><h2 id="4c19">It Centers In Our Minds</h2><p id="f0e7">Of course, there is a body element for the addict.</p><p id="86b6">Naturally, as a consequence of the constant extreme usage of powerfully addictive substances and processes that are designed by their very nature to make you want more and more, addicts have developed a sky-high tolerance.</p><p id="2d70">But there’s this annihilation approach to our acting out and using once we start, which the Big Book describes as the <i>‘phenomenon of craving’</i>.</p><p id="01c2">In the Doctor’s opinion in the Big Book, Dr. Silkworth calls the phenomenon of craving an ‘allergy’, but my new sponsor wasn’t too keen on that idea.</p><p id="10af" type="7">‘If it’s an allergy, then why doesn’t the phenomenon of craving happen every time?’</p><p id="ae75">Regardless of whether it is an allergy, the body part becomes irrelevant, as most people with a severe peanut allergy don’t tend to keep repeating the total lost cause of trying to have another peanut to see if they will react differently.</p><p id="2e48">They don’t touch or go anywhere near peanuts because they remember how terrible it was last time.</p><p id="436a">Once or twice is enough.</p><p id="3796">Not so with the real addict because of the first two features of the disease; they will not only be back gorging on peanuts, but they will eventually take up residence in a peanut factory.</p><blockquote id="e3f6"><p>There is a complete failure of the kind of defence that keeps one from putting his hand on a hot stove. The alcoholic may say to himself in the most casual way, “It won’t burn me this time, so here’s how!” Or perhaps he doesn’t think at all.</p></blockquote><blockquote id="d5e6"><p>~ The Big Book, page 24.</p></blockquote><p id="5cb9">That’s why the Big Book says the real problem ‘centers in our mind’, not our bodies.</p><p id="22d4">‘What will happen now,’ my new sponsor forewarned, ‘as the relapses get worse, the time between them will get shorter and shorter.’</p><p id="6f0b">This condition is progressive.</p><p id="e8f1">Therefore, the blanking and twisting will naturally grow in scope and reach until you can no longer differentiate the true from the false.</p><h2 id="869b">Turning To Something Else</h2><p id="922a">If you believe in the disease concept of addiction, that this is a disease, a fatal illness precisely like any other life-threatening condition, then you have it for life.</p><p id="a2d8">There is <b>nothing </b>you can do to change that.</p><p id="d5f6">If you constantly can’t remember why or how you relapsed despite your honest desire not to.</p><p id="9aaf">Or if you continually relapse, believing some trivial reason or silly excuse to relapse while dismissing the genuine consequences, then you are a real addict.</p><p id="a47a">You have this relapse condition.</p><p id="840d">You <b>crossed a threshold </b>where, at certain times, your inability to use reasoning and rational thinking won’t even register for you.</p><p id="d8c6">The tragic truth is that once that threshold has been crossed, you have <b>no choice</b> but to relapse.</p><p id="0564">A compromised part of your brain will always fire the thought of using or acting out. That will never change. It’s wired like that for life.</p><p id="5fb0">There is no cure.</p><p id="fcca">Even this information won’t save you, as at certain times, you won’t be able to recall any of it when it matters.</p><p id="7fc5">So, let go of trying to change that.</p><p id="59f9">Let go of any old ideas around fighting it and instead get out of the way and <b>trust in something else</b>.</p><p id="b722">After all, that’s all you’ve got.</p><p id="5065">There’s nothing you or anyone else can do to stop this relapse condition.</p><p id="d1dd">But there’s everything you can do about everything else.</p><p id="5e51">There’s everything you can do about building a <b>spiritual dimension</b> to your life, by giving back, helping others, living in genuine faith and trusting in something greater than you.</p><p id="3096">There’s everything you can do to improve your awareness and intuition, raise your consciousness and develop another part of your brain.</p><p id="7598">And let this part of your brain grow bigger and stronger than that addictive part so that it can embrace and look after that compromised part.</p><p id="d2e3">Just like a bigger and wiser older sibling can care for and comfort a much younger upset sibling by giving that stressed child a big hug.</p><p id="da93">There’s everything you can do about deciding to take on a new attitude, direction, and way of life that will keep this condition dormant one day at a time.</p><p id="e415">If this article speaks to you, please follow, share and subscribe to me for more.</p><p id="fc50">Click <a href="https://twitter.com/TheDarrenJames">here</a> to follow me on <a href="https://twitter.com/TheDarrenJames">X</a>.</p></article></body>

A Mother’s Journey To Acceptance Of Her Son’s Autism Diagnosis

A memoir full of pain, sorrow, anger, beauty, love, and joy

Photo Credit: Kate Swenson via Instagram.

With a word, a psychologist took the road map Kate Swenson and her husband, Jamie, had imagined for their son and altered its course.

Autism.

“And isn’t it just that? A word on a piece of paper. It doesn’t have power. It’s not something to be feared. It’s not a death sentence. And it certainly doesn’t transform a child when said out loud.” -Kate Swenson

Then why did she feel different walking out the room after she and her husband had received a diagnosis for their three-year-old son, Cooper?

Why did it feel as if the word autism had been stamped on their foreheads? It didn’t feel fair to place such a permanent label on her little boy.

She had seen the signs and blown the whistle. And she was right. But it was a bizarre feeling to be right when all you want is to be wrong.

Processing an autism diagnosis

I’ve read 15 to 20 autism memoirs as the dad of a teenage autistic son, and Swenson’s is the best at showing the emotions parents go through after receiving a diagnosis for their child: denial, anger, bargaining, and disappointment in order to reach acceptance.

Swenson’s story shows how two parents can be at different phases of grieving their response, one in denial and another feeling anger, at any time, and how a husband and wife can have different responses to a life-changing event.

This is a common pattern for many parents of autistic kids, and a subplot in her book is the impact two people grieving in different ways and separately has on their own relationship — and, not surprisingly, it has a huge effect.

“Two people who love each other can walk parallel paths of hope, grief, and reality that never intersect.” — Kate Swenson

Photo credit: Kate Swenson via Instagram.

To be clear, Swenson says she never grieved her son being autistic, but she was grieving the loss of expectations that she and her husband had as parents and accepting their child for who he is.

She is grieving the milestones she won’t be able to celebrate in her son’s life. A mom friend of hers calls these paper cuts, those things her son will not be able to do that are like wounds that reopen when she sees another kid doing them.

Reacting differently to a diagnosis

Swenson’s memoir reminded me a bit of Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking in the way she shows grieving is a non-linear process that doesn’t occur at the same pace for two people.

Her husband remained in denial for a long time. He wanted to keep living their pre-autism life. But Swenson knew she couldn't act like nothing had changed — because of her son’s challenges.

“He expected me to cry my tears, dust myself off, and keep living. He didn’t understand that I couldn’t do that. My heart was broken and his wasn’t.” — Kate Swenson

She couldn’t just dust herself off with her son’s development frozen or going backward. It was a reminder of the milestones he wasn’t reaching. Living was hard because she had to lock down her house because her son eloped out the door.

There was also the obsessive search to fund anything to help her son while asking “why our family?” as her world turned into nothing but autism 24/7; it became an all-consuming force permeating its way into every aspect of her life.

There was a hope of finding new therapies or diets and disappointment when they failed; the bleak prognostications by professionals without showing any compassion; and the daily fatigue from caring for a son who expressed frustration with aggression taken out on family members.

There was the feeling of waiting to hear your son utter his first word; the worry about your son not being able to communicate his needs; and the inability to know why your child fills the bathtub with household objects.

There was the feeling of having to learn about autism on the fly to parent your child and to have to adjust your worldview to a new reality.

Joy amidst sorrow

But through it all Swenson keeps loving her son fervently and seeks to support him and come to grips with how to reframe her expectations of his life and what her family life will look like — and she is able to see the joy her son exudes.

Photo credit: Kate Swenson via Instagram.

This is one of those books you can’t put down and one that leaves an impression on you long after you’ve read it, and you don’t have to be a parent of an autistic child to enjoy the memoir.

It is a story of triumphing against great odds, and there are lessons for parents of autistic kids and neurotypical readers. You will feel many emotions reading Forever Boy because this is the road Swenson took to reach acceptance.

She feels her feelings, and you feel them too.

You ride the roller coaster she has been on for the last ten years with her son.

And you will see that Cooper deserves to have his place in the world too.

Thanks for reading my story.

Swenson’s book is available on April 5.

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