Ways of Coming into AA. . .

My psychiatrist manoeuvred me into AA. 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 AA. 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 AA. While continuing to drink, I insisted there must be a cure--and rejected AA. Finally he got me there.