When I first entered recovery, it seemed that everyone was talking in riddles. My sponsor one moment was telling me to let go, and a few minutes later telling me to hang on... (man, was I a baffled drunk)
When I asked a question he would give me an answer that didn't seem to have anything to do with the question... another riddle. When I heard whats below it reminded me of how far from the mark I thought my sponsor was in the beginning, only to later find out he was right on.
**************** A man goes to see a doctor. "Doc, I have sorta a problem that well, isn't really a problem and wanted to know what you think could be done about it." The doctor, asked, "whats the problem?" Describe it to me, and we'll see what can be done."
Well, I pass gas alot. I mean I really pass it big time. I can be doing something, or be doing nothing and poof, there it is!" It really bothers me how often this is happening. And there it is! It doesn't make any noise at all, and it doesn't stink, not even a little bit, but non the less, I'm always passing gas. What do you think we can do about it.?"
The doctor thought for a moment and then started writing on a pad. "Well, the first thing we are going to do is order you an hearing aid, and the next thing we are going to do is examine and clean out your nasal passages."
The man looked at the doctor and puzzled, relied, "how does doing any of that help me?"
The doctor replied, "it's not all about you, get over yourself. Let's start here and do the work outlined, then review the results" *****************************************
For two years, I struggled to get sober while trying to hold onto my coping skills (dishonesty). My self esteem was so low that I thought that my only shot at success in anything was to lie and cheat my way through. Usually I cheated myself out of most things and then bs'ed myself that those things, that I prevented myself from obtaining, weren't worth having. The sad part was that I was so caught up in my own bs that I rarely knew the truth. Rather I hid it from myself because it was to painful. Having a sponsor that could point to that painful truth was essential as a "truth-o-meter" for me. That guy's name was John and he just happened to have been a retired psychologist who had worked 20+ years at the pentagon (Rip, he passed on right after I got 3 years). He was many steps ahead of my twisted, wasted, and sick 135 IQ diseased mind that failed to graduate from high school, and he never had to belittle or shame me into seeing my own stuff. A gentle "come on man" would usually do the trick.
My earliest sponsor told me that I wouldn't hear anything that I hadn't heard or known before and he was right. Learning how to use it was a different matter. All of my sponsors were walkers with deep patience and for that I am deeply grateful. I tend to sponsor exactly as they sponsored me.
I raised my hand as available to sponsor for the first time last night. I guess I'm ready for it. Good news is I have a sponsor who has a sponsor to help me.
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Keep coming back. It works if you work it. So work it. You're worth it!
I hate my sponsor. In fact I'm about to fire her as another woman just agreed to be my sponsor. The sponsor who I'm firing said nothing at all from her heart. It all came from some book or some piece of literature that she'd read about & everything I talked to her about she had to go "check" with HER sponsor. She had less than 4 years of sobriety (sorry, not enough for me), she told me I had to quit my antidepressants & was skeptical about the meds that I was just prescribed for type 1 diabetes. She told me not to go to my godfather's funeral, and when I got a newer, better apartment, she was mad at me because I didn't check with her first.
Do I think I can do this myself? No way. I need that sponsor. But someone with 24 years of sobriety, who knows that psychiatrists can help & who will kick my ass because she's listening to me & not some book... that's what I need. Also I'm looking forward to being one of 2 sponsees. Not one of 18.