With Fellow Travelers on the Earth

Twenty-nine years ago today I entered an in-patient treatment program for adult survivors of child abuse. Not knowing I was an alcoholic but wondering. What I knew was that I was an adult survivor of child sexual abuse. The memories, feelings and flashbacks were flooding me to a point where I could no longer function. I did not know I was going to remain sober from that time to this. Alcohol was still a solution for me; I wasn't aware of it being a problem. For nine years my supervisor at work had gradually shared her AA program with me, and we slowly became good friends. Out of curiosity I had attended her home group. I felt out of place, like I didn't belong, terribly self-conscious. Which is the way I basically felt anywhere on this earth.