I am 64 years old and have been sober for 26 years without a single relapse. One would think that my troubles should be over and that my life would be much better. So was alcohol my problem or was it my solution to a bigger problem? I made am appointment with a board certified psychiatrist I hope will give me a better answer. When I was a child, no one knew that ADHD was a thing. no one knew. I don't even know when I began to learn about ADHD. It hit me like a brick when I asked myself, is it possible for me to have ADHD? I began to compare my past experiences with the symptoms and realize that nothing has ever fit me as well as ADHD.
I have lived with the same woman for over 35 years in a constant state of chaos. I have come to understand that CHAOS stands for Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome. our home is a garbage pile of chaos and always has been haunting my happiness. It blows my mind that I have stayed in this mess for as long as I have. I am one resilient son-of -a-gun. No, I will not file for divorce. that would defeat everything I have ever dreamed of. It would be an act of admitting defeat.
The trouble is, when I reach out for help to fix what is wrong with me, somehow that places me in a position of being the underdog. Now I am in the spotlight of being the cause for all of the chaos. Now everything is my fault and that none of the responsibility is with my squeaky clean wife.
Here's the crazy thing. When I joined Alcoholics Anonymous, My wife Joined Al-Anon. we both dived into the programs and began living a life surrounded by recovery. every place except inside our house.
Now my wife is an elected official in the governing system of Al-Anon with friends and colleagues all over the world. I am just a regular member of AA with no position of title to wear as a badge of honour. I just stay sober.
To the outside world, My wife looks like the perfect angel because no one can see past the mask. No one is granted access to inside our house that is piled high with garbage. I have made a living as a long haul truck driver and spend most of my time on the open highway. I am not at home every day.
If I am not actually living in the house that I pay for, who is caring for the house? Who piles all the garbage on every flat surface in the house? Who? Is it me? I am not there. If not me then Who?
Why is it that when I seek outside help for what is wrong with me, I become the monster that caused all of our chaos. Why does everyone look down on me because I admitted that I am an alcoholic. let's not look at the fact that I have NEVER had a relapse. not in 26 years. NOT ONE. Now that I realize that I have ADHD, I am somehow at fault for causing the chaos in our home. Now I am to blame and my wife who is a prominent figurehead in the program of Al Anon who is respected by thousands, hiding behind a mask of perfection, I, once more am the monster.
I am exhausted.