Effects Produced By Alcoholics Anonymous

I was never one to drink because of significant dates. I drank because I like the effect produced by alcohol. My mother forced my first drink on me, in hopes that I would miscarry a child I was carrying at the age fourteen. It didn’t work. On March 8, 1977, I gave birth to a six lb. baby boy. Neither he nor I had a clue. In June 1977, I had my real first drink—by this time I had survived five counts of molestation and being fostered in and out of my biological home. Needless to say, the first drink led me into places I wouldn’t have been if the liquor had not been involved. At the age of 15, I spent six months in jail for shoplifting daily essentials. The kindly P.O. helped me get emancipated at the age of 16, both a curse and a blessing. It wasn’t long before everything right seemed wrong, everything wrong seem right. My alcoholism took full flight by the time I was 18. I drank any liquor, including warm beer with cigarette butts in it, just to get the shakes off. I also took illegal substances. Sex, drugs and rock n’roll made promises they didn’t keep.