Ways of Coming into A. A. . .

My psychiatrist manoeuvred me into A.A. He wrote to the clubhouse, got the secretary's name, told her about me and vice versa. But that was after we had made a bargain, following many months of psychiatric treatments. Not in a sanatorium, but in real life. Reality? I didn't know the meaning of that, and am only beginning to learn now, after twenty months in A.A. You can still be holding down a job, as I was doing, and have little conception of the real world about you. The psychiatrist repeatedly told me there was no cure for alcoholism. Every few months he would gently suggest A.A. While continuing to drink, I insisted there must be a cure--and rejected A.A. Finally he got me there.