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I wanted to chime in on this thread as a member of this club of drunken husbands. I spent a lot of time denying that I was an alcoholic and only admitted to wanting to decrease my intake when absolutely cornered. Everyone is different... but MY reason for the denial was simple. In our society, the progression goes:
1. Admit that you are a drunk || V 2. People offer you "help" in the form of AA || V 3. You white knuckle as long as you possibly can, living a miserable life || V 4. You relapse and go on a bender, hurting yourself and those around you. || V 5. Goto step 2. Wash, rinse, repeat at least a few times. || V 6. People now believe you are a liar. You must love the benders so much that you are willing to be sober only long enough to fool people into staying in your life even though you don't plan to stop until you're dead.
The rehab movement in this country tells friends and family that the only effective treatment is to give drunks ultimatums: "Ship off to rehab (though you know it won't work) or I'm out of your life." I don't know your husbands and I can't speak for them, but for me, asking for help would have been getting on that slide at step 1. If your husband is willing to take nal, but says he wants and needs no help, it may just be that he doesn't want to be put in that pipeline. Now that I've tasted a bit of success with a real therapy, it's much easier for me to admit what was always painfully obvious to everyone around me.
_________________ Former out of control, literally fall-down and piss-yourself Black Label fiend. First dose of Nal 3/29/2012. Transformation became undeniable on 5/18/2013. The bottle used to scream my name, but now it has shut up.
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