This is another thread discussing the shame and isolation of the self-treating, naltrexone patient. This is a very tough place to be. Unfortunately, alcohol may cause us to be in this place, or it may merely be a coping mechanism that works for a while, once we find ourselves in this place.
As Barry notes, perhaps engaging here at TSN will provide some support and comfort -- qualities that apparently are lacking at home with your spouse, or when you are alone.
I'm of the opinion that there must be a willful element to cessation, and that the drug cannot, and will not, effect it for us. The nal works great for me and it takes very little time for me to begin to lose interest in alcohol. But I have to deal with myself, dry or otherwise, and do so largely alone.
I started an alcohol-free skein ten days ago, but in a bitter irony, on the first day of going absolutely AF, I had a nasty motorcycle accident. (Just as I was complimenting myself on having a productive, AF, pleasant evening of wrenching on a bike I haven't ridden in five years, and preparing to go home to sleep, my 'test run' ended with my being airlifted to a distant hospital where I spent 10 days with multiple tubes and wires attached to my body.) I really shouldn't have survived. To emphasize, this occurred when I was stone-cold sober, and 36 hours beyond my last naltrexone pill. The mordant irony from the night of the accident occurred at the emergency room, when a cop demanded I take a breath test and I could say, "I haven't had anything to drink go ahead."
Well, as I noted, I'm "AF" now and not feeling any cravings. But then I'm not craving anything except relief from physical pain. I came home from the hospital last night, but am alone in my home with chest flail, 15 fractures, pneumo- and hemothoraxes, periodic double vision, and some new titanium bits. I have trouble standing. I was on a morphine IV for 10 days but now I am prescribed much weaker stuff, and I am alone now with physical and spiritual pain.
So we're all alone, with this thing called often called our alcohol love. I can't really address the illogic of having the worst accident of my life while sober, except to say that it doesn't strike me as "ironic", really. I drank because of issues, not because of drinking. Issues linger long after the rye is exhausted. The issues are still here. At least naltrexone is effective enough that I hunger for pain-relief more than the kiddie pool that is booze.
_________________ Initiated TSM 11 August 2013
Grateful for Sinclair, Eskapa, this community, and the NAL.
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