My posts might be a bit mixed up and sporadic. I write when I have time and when I feel I must.
I actually don’t know how to write about today. It started last night. Faith had come out of hospital that day and he was sober. I cannot explain how good it feels to talk to someone who is sober after days or weeks of rubbish conversations. Well they are not conversations, just me listening.
He called about 10pm to complain about his also alcoholic girlfriend. She had gone up to the shop with his bank card to buy them a pizza. In her muddled alcohol soaked brain she had put in her pin not his and the cash machine ate his bank card. Now I need to mention he has no photo ID as he has lost both his passport and driving licence at different drunken times. So the still in detox without supporting medication alcoholic is dealing with another alcoholics chaotic life. I calm him, tomorrow it will be sorted. 30 minutes later, 11pm ish, another call, she has tidied up while he has been in hospital, and now can’t remember where she put all his bank papers. A lot of expletions……
I calm him a little and try to sleep.
6.30 next morning he is on the phone.
I think I have to give his girlfriend a name now…. lets call her “Hope” how fitting, Faith and Hope.
He has walked out of his flat because Hope thinks it’s only 6am in the morning, it is in fact 6.30 am, she wants to sleep, Faith thinks it’s about 11am, he has had enough, all she does is sleep, and these other guys in the room “are they twins?” I am thinking woah, what’s going on here, it doesn’t take long, the withdrawal symptoms of confusion are here, out in the real world.
I call 111, I know he needs to be back in hospital. “If your not with him, there is nothing we can do, call the police”. Oh I’ve been here before, mental health, the support is zero.
I call Faith. He is sat on a wall by a busy road. He’s not sure where. I get some details of what he is wearing.
So I call the police, not 999 just the none emergency number. It rings for 10 minutes before someone answers, I’m watching the clock as I need to get into work. They take all the details but say if he doesn’t want to go to hospital they can’t make him. I tell them I realise that but when he is in hospital and sick like this they take away his rights to leave. Still the same answer but they will check on him.
I call Faith again. He has gone back to his flat and he and his girlfriend are in the middle of a big argument. It’s impossible to talk to Faith as he is too busy shouting at Hope. I ask to talk to her, ask her to be quiet for a moment so I can talk to Faith, it doesn’t work, I put down the phone.
I’m late for work, I rush to get ready. Faith calls again, he’s left the flat, he’s not going back. As I’m driving to work I call the police again. Yes as I am driving I call the police! All the time I am driving I am looking for the next place I can pull over safely to talk when they answer. I’m actually just walking into work when they answer. I try to explain that Faith may appear drunk but he’s not, I think it’s important they know that. She interrupts me to say she has an update on the case.
“We called him on his phone and spoke to him, he is fine, we have no cause for concern ”
I try to explain that he might say he is but he is not. She is very dismissive. I’m just a neurotic mother, she has more pressing problems. I can tell that’s what she’s thinking.
As I walk through the doors of my work place, late, I struggle to keep back the tears, she might be busy soon dealing with a road traffic accident, unidentified male has walked out into busy traffic…….
So there we have it, it’s 8.45 and I feel like I have run a marathon but have a full day at work ahead of me.
I try to forget, I work. At lunchtime I call him again. He is sat in Macdonalds eating a burger Hope bought him. Yeah he’s fine, has no recollection of anything that happened earlier that day, “Why was I concerned?”
I can tell he’s better than he was and certainly less agitated, it’s good he’s eating. That always seems to help with the healing of his brain.
When I get home from work I feel total exhaustion. I can’t explain it. This is the impact the alcoholic has on my life. This is why al-anon tell me to step back and let go, for my sanity.
How in God’s name do I do that?