I'm actually a persistently successful man, which may be annoying to some. I did some googeling about AA meetings for health care profs but didn't find any, most likely because these are amongst the most anonymous of meetings. Probably a call to your local AA intergroup would reveal some meetings of this type. I know that they are out there because I had several Dr. and DDSs in the program as friends.

Interesting story. When I was 17 I went to a boarding school in Leesburg Va. for delinquent kids. One of my room mates' father was a psychiatrist that worked for the State, evaluating criminals to determine if they were fit to stand trial. Well Dr. Hamman was not a well man, and he had been a member of AA on and off for years. After school let out, my friend went to live with his father the Dr. in the town I grew up in (Arlington Va.). My friend (and I ) were into camping, cave exploring, dirt bike riding etc... in WV. He took a lot more trips than and I and I would forget that he was out of town, and call his dad's house looking for him. Every time that my friend was out of town, he dad would get shit faced so bad he couldn't sound out one word over the phone. My guess was he was drinking on top of barbituates. An educated guess

I told my friend about it and that he ought to look into it (my mother had been in AA for a few years by that time) and my intuition (which is strong) told me that his father was in trouble. About a month later, I was over to their house and his father was pacing the floor, in lockstep, in a caged animal like fashion. He was chain smoking and flicking his cigarette ashes on the floor of his $million condo, so uniformly that the ashes fell in two piles at opposite corners of the room. That was like twilight zone stuff to me, yet my friend was in total denial about his father and said "he'll be alright". Again I urged him to talk to his father and get him some help. 2 weeks later, my friend, after coming home from yet another trip, calls me at 6 am on sunday hysterical and says that he found his father dead in the condo. He had shot himself in the head. He planed it meticulously. There was a card table next to his body with a 5 page letter of instructions, along with a will, trusts, deeds, securities and bank account statements, and the business card of the trustee that he appointed. Also a cassette recorder with two hour tapes of instructions (control control control).

I helped my friend get through the funeral and other arrangements. Mr friend didn't want to live in the condo anymore for obvious reasons. We we went to move him, and we found 10 boxes of files on all the sickos that he had dealt with over the years. Murderers, serial rapists, the kind that build underground dungeons.... I must have read 75 on them, only looking for the worst of the worst. They all had some traumatic childhood situations. But That's another story.

Later, while cleaning out his office at the hospital psych ward, we chanced to speak to a co-worker that knew
the Dr. We asked if there was some impending crisis that may have pushed the Dr. around the bend. The man said yes. There was mounting evidence that the Dr. was using drugs and or drinking on the job. The man was quite sure that the Dr. was going to lose his license to practice.