Yesterday driving back from Taos, I was listening to the radio……we only get Country and Spanish stations out here and I was listening to Country. On came an especially obnoxious PSA about under age drinking. Some geeky sounding father telling his stereotyped sounding son about the dangers of underage drinking.
I’m sure everyone has heard these PSAs where many times parents have to consult an ‘expert’ before they talk to their child.
IMMEDIATELY following the offensive PSA, the country song, GETTING DRUNK ON A PLANE was played.
[Getting Drunk on a Plane was a number one hit. see video below]
Here are are some of the lyrics:
Buyin’ drinks for everybody But the pilot, it’s a party Got this 737 rocking like a G6 Stewardess is someone sexy Leanin’ pourin’ Coke and whiskey Told her about my condition Got a little mile-high flight attention It’s Mardi Gras up in the clouds I’m up so high, I may never come down I’ll try anything to drown out the pain They all know why I’m getting drunk on a plane
On my way home I’ll bump this seat right up to first class So I can drink that cheap champagne out of a real glass And when we land I’ll call her up and tell her kiss my ass ‘Cause hey, I’m drunk on a plane
~Dierks Bently/Getting Drunk on a Plane
So the message?…it’s obvious..getting drunk is cool and it’s the way to solve your problems. And if you listen to Country music, that’s what a lot of it is about.
So why bother with the PSAs at all?
“This particular song is especially offensive because it was not so long ago that a man got drunk on a Phoenix to Albuquerque flight, got in his truck, drove the wrong way on the interstate and killed a family of 5, heading home after a soccer game.
And years later, the relatives of this family have never really recovered. How could they?
No point in saying any more…it’s so obvious. And… this is not a righteous post about drinking.
Just tell it like it is.
You can’t lecture someone about the dangers of drinking and bombard them at the same time, with songs praising alcohol as a solution for Everything. You cannot expect the mass shootings to stop when nearly every movie and all the news now is about violence, about killing—you can take away all the guns, make more laws, arm the teachers, provide more security guards and as long as violence is promoted, worshiped and adored, there will be violence… ever increasing.
You cannot expect Honesty when the politicians and leaders of governments are all [almost all] Liars.
The solution lies elsewhere.
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I hate to even put this up..it’s so repulsive and just plain Stupid…..but I’m trying to make a point:
“Every addiction arises from an unconscious refusal to face and move through your own pain. Every addiction starts with pain and ends with pain. Whatever the substance you are addicted to – alcohol, food, legal or illegal drugs, or a person – you are using something or somebody to cover up your pain.”
– Eckhart Tolle
Yesterday, with my friend Atocha Maestas Torres, I did a presentation atSangre de Cristo House, a residential treatment center “working with women to transition from correctional facilities back into the community.”
Sangre de Cristo House is a remodeled convent
in the little village of Pena Blanca, NM.
The presentations that I do usually include showing one of our documentaries, talking just a little and then doing a memorial making project. I bring all sorts of colored pencils, markers, paper, glitter, stickers etc and I play peaceful and calming music like this song from Cody Little Hawk Swimmer.
and then anyone who wants to [usually everyone] makes some sort of memorial to a parent or grandparent or other relative who has died. Sometimes for a child or a spouse..sometimes a pet.
Yesterday was somewhat of a different experience for me however, because though I understand alcohol addiction [I have experienced it personally] and I know something about prison and jail from living with a man who spent several years in prison..and also from the research I’ve done for our documentary on the prison system, I don’t really understand drug addiction.
The women at Sangre de Cristo are young-between 18 and 25 years old and many, maybe all are substance abusers–meth, heroin, cocaine.
So I showed them our documentary, Angels Watch Over Me on a young couple and their baby…living with AIDS. I showed it not so much for the AIDS message but for the message it brings forth about courage in the face of seemingly insurmountable obstacles, about the resilience of the human spirit.
The women were able to relate and pay attention for a while and then I saw that some became very restless.
Atocha talked a little about her work. She is a traditional healer, an herbalista in the northern New Mexico tradition and, as it is in this part on New Mexico where people do many different things, she was once a corrections officer for 6 years and was married at one time, to a man who spent several years in prison. So there were many ways that the women could relate to her but they seemed most interested in her work as a healer.
I decided then, that when we go back next month, we will do the memorial making project because art can take you away from your thoughts and into your heart and soul…and Atocha can talk more about her work as an herbalista..back to nature, to what is really healing.
In the meantime though, I started thinking about my alcohol addiction which became extreme when I was in my early 20s. I started thinking about why it happened, about how and why I got over it and about the common bond with all addictions. What is it? If I can understand that then I can understand addiction–not the effects of a particular drug but the reason for/why.
Climbing Out of the Hole
I got married when I was 20, I was following my parents’ hopes and dreams, not mine [I didn’t have any] and I married a medical student. I knew it was wrong from the beginning but I felt there was nothing out there for me: I had no talents, no purpose in life, I had quit college and had no degree. And my brother had very recently killed himself. Getting married seemed a way of escaping the pain. I didn’t understand then that that you can never escape the pain, that you have to confront it and deal with or it will appear over and over in one form or another.
Things were never really OK in the marriage except when I was pregnant with my son because I thought I had a purpose [to bring a healthy baby into the world] and I didn’t feel lonely then. But after Andy was born and Larry, my husband, was working late at the hospital, I started drinking..out of loneliness, despair and hopelessness.
When I was 27 and Andy was 5, we were living in Houston and Larry was a surgery resident at Hermann Hospital. He was almost always at the hospital and if he did come home, his pager would go off and he would have to go back to the hospital.
I fell more and more into hopelessness and my drinking went out of control. I drank all day long and into the night. I don’t remember a lot about those days other than they were crazy, I was crazy, doing crazy things and I was sinking fast.
I had signed up for an Occupational Therapy Assistant program to ‘get a life’ and found out very quickly that I hated it though I finished the course and got my certificate *Thank you to the Creator because that became the first thing to put me on my path…it later enabled me to work for Hospice…
But during that year of OT school, I drank my way through the days and weeks, usually feeling horribly sick when I went to class and when I did some training at TIRR/Texas Institute for Rehabilitation and Research.
And then there came a day when I knew I could not go on; I had to get help. I probably wouldn’t have bothered but I loved my son so much, he was the only thing that made my life worth living and he had no one else, no one else who would take care of him.
So I made an appointment with a psychologist in Houston, a man who had been a Catholic priest, a man who had no warmth, no compassion. The first thing he told me was that he would not see me unless I ‘worked on’ my marriage. I couldn’t do that-the marriage wasn’t the problem. I was. I remember too that I used to wear a ring then that had been my mother’s engagement ring. She had died when I was nine and it was the only thing I had of hers. This man asked in a very cold voice if I was married to my father and that was the end. I saw that there would be no understanding, no help there and I gave up. [ I later sent a letter of complaint about this person to whatever organization oversees psychologists …even thinking about him now makes me angry].
But at the 11th Hour, a few minutes before midnight, a miracle happened when my stepsister got me an appointment with John Bradshaw who has been referred to as “America’s leading personal growth expert.” And things changed immediately because I knew that John understood and that with him, I would find the help I needed.
One of the first things John said to me was “I want you to go to AA.” I said I didn’t want to go and he said “Just go for 6 weeks and if you don’t like it, you’ll be right in time for the holidays and you can start drinking again.” I appreciated the humor and I agreed to go. I went for maybe a year but I didn’t like the meetings..they seemed somehow superficial and I didn’t like being a captive audience forced to listen to the same old stories over and over. I told John that the only time I felt ‘a desire to drink’ was after one of the meetings. “Then don’t go” he said..”They aren’t right for you.”
I didn’t go and I didn’t drink and I got a divorce during that time.My life was changing dramatically as I got involved with Elisabeth Kubler-Ross and her powerful, life changing workshops. I could finally face the pain, face and come to terms with my mother’s death, my brothers death and all the other losses; I was climbing out of the dark hole I had been living in for so long.
I was in India….. when after 5 years of not drinking, I had a beer. I had a beer because I was afraid that I would never get out of that country alive and what would a beer matter.. but it wasn’t the same. My life was good in so many ways, I was beginning to move toward my life’s work with death and dying and I had no need to cover up any pain or emptiness with alcohol. I could drink, I could enjoy it as a ritual; there was no reason or desire to get drunk.
Today, 30 plus years later, I drink wine in the evenings..it’s a ritual..I sit in front of the fire, I watch a DVD of Eckhart Tolle or some inspiring movie. I have no desire to escape or cover up anything but rather I work hard at understanding, accepting whatever I’m faced with.
So why did I go beyond my alcohol addiction? Because I faced the pain, because I no longer felt empty, because I found meaning and purpose. I’m not saying it’s easy..it can be a long and slow journey, sometimes with one step forward and 2 steps back… but this is the end of all addictions. At least that’s how I see it.
Yesterday after the presentation, I had a 2 and a half hour drive home. I live far out in the country surrounded by my animals and nature and I haven’t had to drive on the Interstate for a long time. I was shocked and scared as I was forced to drive 80mph or get run over. Everyone was in a huge hurry and it seemed, would just as soon take the chance of killing themselves or others to get where they were going… FAST.
No wonder I thought that there’s so much drug and alcohol addiction, dysfunction, despair…so many people have lost touch with who they are and why they’re here and I thought of the women at the Sangre de Cristo House reaching out to Atocha, the herbalist, the healer..reaching beyond the drugs and the pain for something real.
I posted this film clip of John Bradshaw because though I don’t live so much by his teachings anymore, I will be forever grateful to him–he saved my life.