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Why This Guy? — Still Not There Yet pg188
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
Being aware of the needs of others as well as my own hadn’t been of paramount concern throughout my drinking life. This was changing with continual exposure to the tenets of recovery, but my concept of ‘healthy boundaries’ was non-existent. As the drama that was Miguel became all consuming, I gradually became aware that I could be over-helping — another compulsion I should look at.
AA’s aren’t entirely nicey-nice, and it is said, ‘When a codependent dies, someone else’s life flashes before their eyes’. Concerned I might be turning into one, I found their group in the next town. The codependent meeting was facilitated by a therapist because, as it turned out, this group couldn’t help themselves. Sure this condition is serious, and when extreme can destroy sanity and lives. As it happened, I was a tourist and, after a few meetings, discovered this wasn’t my bus. — From Chapter 10
By now in sobriety I expected to wake up clear-eyed and not see a cop flashing in my rear view mirror. So I found other ways to thwart myself. Introducing Miguel; another doozie in the long list of boyfriends that didn’t work out. I knew it was doomed and went ahead anyway. I might have signed a karmic contract to help the little junkie tramp, but being an…
