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A Piece of Cake
By Cupcake Brown
Cupcake Brown (that's her real name) was 11 in 1976 when her mother died. Custody of Brown and her brother was given to a stranger — their birth father — who only wanted their social security checks. He then left them with an abusive foster mother who encouraged her nephew to rape Brown repeatedly.
Brown got better and better at running away. A prostitute taught her to drink, smoke marijuana and charge for sex. Her next foster father traded her LSD and cocaine for oral sex. Eventually she went to live with a great-aunt in South Central L.A., where she joined a gang.
Almost 16, having barely survived a shooting, she decided to quit gangbanging. Drugs were her new best friends. A boyfriend taught her to freebase, but then there was crack, which was easier. Before long she was a "trash-can junkie," taking anything and everything.
It wasn't until she woke up behind a dumpster one morning, half-dressed and more than half-dead, that she admitted she needed help. Brown conveys this all in gritty detail, and her struggle to come clean and develop her potential — she's now an attorney with a leading California firm and a motivational speaker — ends her story on a high note. |
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This is my last issue of One Day at a Time. But, let me hasten to add, I am continuing our mission of reducing substance abuse.
I will turn my full attention now to writing two e-books (one of them in first draft form) and possibly a screen play or documentary about addiction and recovery.
I am happy and excited about working on these projects. When I asked my son, Chris, a lawyer and a gifted sketcher, to draw something for the front page celebrating the change he came up with something decidedly upbeat and optimistic. That’s me at the bottom of the pile surrounded by people who are happy, joyous and free.
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Read more... [New projects in the works: Two e-books and a screenplay]
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Recovery from alcoholism and other drug addiction often calls for breaking through layers of denial and shame. But people who face the task of recovery along with a diagnosis of cancer deal with an immediate threat to their sobriety.
"When people hear the word ‘cancer,' there's kind of an assumption that it's a death sentence," says Dr. Marvin Seppala, chief medical officer for the Hazelden Foundation. "That's not the case, since so many cancers are treatable nowadays. Yet there's still a chance that people in the midst of addiction treatment might say to themselves: ‘Why bother to get clean and sober? I'm not going to go through with it because I've got cancer.' "
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Read more... [Cancer diagnosis can threaten one's recovery from addictions]
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The Pat Summerall story
By David Palmer
Pat Summerall’s epiphany, that moment of truth when he knew that he was in serious trouble with alcohol, came while he was broadcasting the 1992 annual Masters Golf tournament at Augusta, Georgia for CBS. It was something he had done and done impeccably for 24 years.
In a radio interview this year with Dennis Rainey, President of Family Life in Little Rock, Summerall, a former Arkansas Razorback, New York Giant and premiere broadcaster, described his ghastly confrontation with the truth.
“I was staying in Augusta in a strange house…I had a few drinks before I went to bed, and I got sick. I got up at three in the morning, and I went into the bathroom and threw up, and I looked at—this is kind of gross—but I looked at what had come out of me, and I didn’t realize what it was. It was part of my stomach, and it was blood. And I thought, “what the heck, what’s wrong with me?”
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Read more... [At the Augusta Golf Masters, a shocking moment of truth]
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“On March 4, 2007, combat veteran Chris Dana, put a .22 against his head, muffled it with a comforter and ended his life as quietly as a book drops. He had PTSD and didn’t get the help he needed.”
These deeply affecting words were written by Eric Newhouse, a Pulitzer Prize winning journalist, in his book, The Faces of Combat: PTSD and TBI. (PTSD stands for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and TBI stands for Traumatic Brain Injury).
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Read more... [Managing Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: 12-Step programs and Vet Centers will help]
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Drinking: A Love Story
By Caroline Knapp
Freelance journalist Knapp began drinking in her early teens and continued unabatedly until she "hit bottom" in 1995 and checked herself into a rehab at the age of 36.
During that time she managed to graduate with honors from Brown and have a successful career as a journalist, and few people suspected she had a problem with the bottle.
Here she recounts the years of denial that helped her rationalize the blackouts, innumerable hangovers, broken relationships and family tensions characteristic of the alcoholic's story.
Knapp interweaves her personal history with factual information about alcohol abuse, including frequent references to the AA meetings she's attended. Here's a confession utterly devoid of self-pity, an extraordinarily lucid and very well-written personal account of a common addiction that is filled with insights as well as a comprehensive treatment of the subject.
The text reproduces a questionnaire for alcoholism made up by the National Council on Alcoholism and Drug Dependence.
Note: Carolyn Knapp died June 3, 2002, at the age of 43. |
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By David Palmer
On a winter night in 1976, Mary T. decided she would kill her alcoholic husband, when he came home from work.
Frustrated by her inability to control his drinking, Mary finally said to herself, “It’s not the drinking, it’s him. He’s the problem, and I need to get rid of him.” Attracted to the image of herself as a widow, she had rejected the divorce option and went straight to murder.
As to the means, she eliminated both an ice pick in the neck and running over him in the family car. Instead she chose drowning him in the bathtub when he came home drunk, making it look like an accident.
With her mind made up, the first night he showed up drunk, she hit him. When he fell, he hit his head on the coffee table, and it knocked him out. She filled the tub, took off his clothes and pushed him in, and he slipped beneath the surface.
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Read more... [Living with an addict? Chances are you need help]
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