I was a troubled teen who will admit freely now that I was sorely in need of reform school. My family was always very loving to me when I was growing up, but I still ended up in trouble. I grew up in a rural area of Kentucky where there was little to do and few people to do it with. In a place like that, it's rare to find anyone who avoids drinking. The beverage of choice at high school parties was beer, the cheaper, and the more alcoholic, the better.
When I was a beer drinker, I didn't get into much trouble, but soon enough I was gladly drinking drinks with more alcohol. I tried my first shot of whiskey when my cousin Bruce brought some in a flask to a big party. I don't remember much of what occurred afterward, but I did wake up the next morning without pants. I should have taken some time to re-evaluate my life and my habits, but I didn't.
Whiskey was a stepping stone to other kinds of booze, all of which I enjoyed immensely. Eventually, I was drinking most days, even arriving at school intoxicated more than once. My folks tried to say something, and even suggested reform school, but I had gotten pretty good at hiding the extent of my alcoholism from them.
But, as awful as my drinking was, it was only part of my struggles. I found myself experimenting with cocaine after somebody's cousin from another town showed up with it at a party. I was drunk, stupid, and careless, so I tried it. I never stopped, using drugs and alcohol every single chance I got. Try as I might, I cannot remember much more from those days than a fuzzy blur.
Incredibly, I survived high school and got enrolled the state university. It wasn't long before I located the wild parties on campus. College was a different situation than high school and I was shortly kicked out. I was in terribly bad condition, and my life was really at rock bottom. I was in such bad shape that everyone I knew got together for an intervention that put me in my place and triggered my transformation. It wasn't simple, but a few years later, I'm clean. I look back with a lot of regrets and one of the largest is that I didn't take the chance to go to a therapeutic boarding school when it was suggested to me.
When I was a beer drinker, I didn't get into much trouble, but soon enough I was gladly drinking drinks with more alcohol. I tried my first shot of whiskey when my cousin Bruce brought some in a flask to a big party. I don't remember much of what occurred afterward, but I did wake up the next morning without pants. I should have taken some time to re-evaluate my life and my habits, but I didn't.
Whiskey was a stepping stone to other kinds of booze, all of which I enjoyed immensely. Eventually, I was drinking most days, even arriving at school intoxicated more than once. My folks tried to say something, and even suggested reform school, but I had gotten pretty good at hiding the extent of my alcoholism from them.
But, as awful as my drinking was, it was only part of my struggles. I found myself experimenting with cocaine after somebody's cousin from another town showed up with it at a party. I was drunk, stupid, and careless, so I tried it. I never stopped, using drugs and alcohol every single chance I got. Try as I might, I cannot remember much more from those days than a fuzzy blur.
Incredibly, I survived high school and got enrolled the state university. It wasn't long before I located the wild parties on campus. College was a different situation than high school and I was shortly kicked out. I was in terribly bad condition, and my life was really at rock bottom. I was in such bad shape that everyone I knew got together for an intervention that put me in my place and triggered my transformation. It wasn't simple, but a few years later, I'm clean. I look back with a lot of regrets and one of the largest is that I didn't take the chance to go to a therapeutic boarding school when it was suggested to me.
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