Right sized needs, wrong size life


So I am one week sober! YES, Again. I realized that I was just one week sober 11 days ago. but hey, Progress, not Perfection. I feel that I am making progress.

Today was an interesting one. I almost had an ego driven argument with my father because he is so wrapped up in his reality and with no awareness whatsoever to the world outside his brain. I am the kind that asks clearly for what I want. I am happy to consider something other than what i communicated but it has to come in the form of feedback or communicated somehow. what my dad does on regular basis is completely ignore what I say, then does what he thinks would please me. IT WOULD FREAKING PLEASE ME IF YOU DO WHAT I SAY!! simple right? but hey, what he did was something I needed and it benefits me, just not following my process GRRRRR damn ego!!

then my Ex takes charge of planning a catch up between my friend and I. Totally highjacking my sunday night plan and expecting me to be grateful. i stuck to my plan and ingored her attempt to please me. it borthered me so much. why is everyone trying to please me according to their brain, why don’t they just say “hey, i want to do something nice, would that be it?” and LET ME THE HELL BE IN CONTROL OF MY LIFE.

yes yes i hear myself talking. but you get it though, don’t you. it bugs the hell out of me when people make assumptions and operate on the basis that they are true. I make assumptions all the time, I am human, but i think that i try to validate my assumptions and find the source of truth. oh well, I am sure i cut myself more slack in that regard than I do others.

Anyway. the final strike happened at the end of the day. I came out to my father. his reaction was just bleak. it went like this

Me: have you heard of Homosexuality?
Father: YEs
me: okay I am homosexual
Father: is that why you are breaking up with your wife?
me: no, She knew before I married her
Father: OKay, May God be with you and guide you.

REALLY? that’s it? I was really expecting more. but then again he is probably wrapped up in his head with a million and one thoughts and nothing to connect him to the world outside

thanks for reading 🙂 be well.

God’s confirmations and blessings


I had a bit of an interrupted sleep. got up at five and managed to go back to sleep an hour later till 8. by the time I showered, prepared my stuff and fed the dog breakfast there was just enough time to drive to the house and see the kids briefly before they head out with their mom. i did that.

on my drive to the office i spoke to my mom on the phone. we had a bit of a frictionful (is that even a word) conversation. and smart me decided to bring up my public coming out and she basically shut down, started feeling depressed and wouldn’t even speak to me.

i felt miserable and self pitying. bad stuff for recovery. anyway, got to work, and got work done. had a nice lunch with a friend and a good walk. then I finished work early. i wasn’t feeling sober minded. I called a fellow addict and he suggested we meet. so I got home, changed, went back to the city (the city is like 15KM away from where I am staying). we had dinner and caught up. it was helpful.

after i finished dinner, I drove willfully to a beach which is famous for being “cloths optional” nudist beach. I was hoping I’d see some eye candy. i was also hoping to get in and have a swim. only saw elderly big bellied hairy men (sorry if that sounds shallow, but hey i was going there for eye candy, that is shallow too) I ended up taking pictures of the sunset and post them on my personal social media.

I then picked a couch surfer from the city, we went home and had a cup of tea and chatted after i had a shower and changed. when we finished the tea, we drove back to the city and had a nice walk, went to bar for a drink and then said goodbye.

I was so not wanting to go home and so not wanting to be alone and so not caring about remaining sober but still not wanting to act out if any of this makes sense. I stayed in my car in the parking lot singing Karaoke on an app then decided to drive home. on the way home i tried to call my mom and she was not willing to talk to me. she sounded so depressed.

at home now, just before I type this, my cousin and I had a phone conversation cause he say that my facebook page says i am gay. he wanted to know how he can support me and he wanted to assure me of his love and unconditional acceptance.

I feel so happy and grateful for God’s confirmation. I need to remain sober to focus on this effort.

 

26 days sober, 9 days of full withdrawal.

A power greater than myself


23 days sober, and 6 days in full withdrawal. WOOHOO.

I slept well last night and slept in, didn’t wake up in the middle of the night and only got up at 7:30 am. it was good to have that amount of rest. I said hello to my host who had not gone on their trip yet, had coffee and chatted for a bit. I got a text from my wife stating that she had a really disrupted night and she needs me to come over to help with the kids for a couple of hours so she can catch up on her sleep. I said yes. the place I am staying at is 10 minutes away from home.

I went home, played with the kids for a bit while she rested. it was fun. she woke up refreshed and rested and was grateful for my help. soon after I got back to my friend’s place. my host was at the final bits of packing and they left shortly after.

I spent a bit of time on my PC looking for the NA Step working guide. I am working the steps now through the NA step questions. it is awesome. I had finished step one I think about a week ago. today I started Step two “Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity” I answered the first couple of questions and it was a very helpful reminder that while this sucks, I can’t do it, someone else can.

I had a short nap, had a friend come over for a catch up and a bit of a walk, I had a shower, caught up with another friend over a phone call and then had my coaching session.

In my coaching session we spoke about my plan to come out. my coach was very loving and supportive. she will help me through the process. I have started making it known to people.

I got back home, checked on the dog, then drove out to grab a meal (drive through) and got home, watched a few videos on vulnerability by Rene Brown. powerful stuff.

I am going to bed sober. need to say my prayers. 🙂

I came out to my mother


My mom is visiting us for the last few months. This is the first time mom and I are in the same place since I started my recovery. regardless of proximity recovery had a huge impact on my relationship with my mom, it is getting progressively better every day. Now with her being with me and my family it is making it even easier for that relationship to improve.

It is relevant to share that my father is also a sex addict (not sure if I shared that in other posts). I only recognized this only after I came to SLAA. I started talking to my mom about the addiction without mentioning that I am an addict and when she came to visit me I took her to S-Anon (for families and friends of Sexholics). I have been going with her on weekly basis and translate to her and translate her shares to the group. which also helped her find her recovery from my dad’s betrayals. but as a result I was so fearful to tell my mom that I am also an addict. I didn’t want her to consider that I am siding my dad because I am like him. so I kept it a secret.

When I made amends to my mom as part of my Step 9, I apologized for the harm and the character defects but I didn’t mention anything about my recovery or being in SLAA. that also went alright.

I really wanted to tell my mom about me being in the Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous Fellowship. I wasn’t sure how, I wasn’t sure what the impact would be. Yesterday, before I left for work, I told her “there is something I want to talk to you about”. she asked “what?”, I said “later, I am going to work now”. she said “you’ll leave me worried now, just tell me what it is about”. so anyway I sat next to her and told her that I am also a sex and love addict, and it might be hereditary. (not necessarily genetically but through being brought up by a sex addict). she said “I thought you might be, because I researched and there are so many cases where children of sex addicts are sex addicts” and then she went on to assure me that she is not upset. she was proud of me that I am working the steps and that I am focusing on my recovery. 🙂

This morning, also before I get on my way to work, we started talking. the conversation was heading in a direction that wouldn’t make sense if she doesn’t know I am gay. so I had two options if I want to remain rigorously honest, either stop the conversation or come out. I decided to come out. I told her “okay there is something else I need to tell you that might be a shock”, “I am gay”. then I went on to tell her the full story, my ex-boyfriend, my challenge with my marriage, the therapy journey, the support group I wanted to start, and eventually, SLAA.

The minutes that followed were probably the most significant in my life, even more so than that time I held my son for the first time. my mom looked at me and said “I am not shocked, on the contrary, this solved so many puzzles for me and answered a lot of question marks. I always felt that you were very secretive and I never understood what is it you are hiding and why, you felt so distant. now I know why. now I feel like I have my Son. (tears gushed out every time I reach this part when I shared this story today). She hugged me and told me she loved me. I felt so loved, so accepted, so whole and so complete.

my relationship with my mom was instrumental in me feeling “not good enough”. I was often compared with other children in terms of how they perform in school, how tidy they are, how obedient to their parents etc. I always felt that whatever I did won’t be enough, and at some point I resentfully came to terms with this and stopped trying. now with everything that she knows about me, she said “I LOVE YOU” and that she is proud of me.

Thank God for Recovery