At least once a week (my best guess), I hear someone refer to and quote parts of Acceptance Was the Answer.
“And acceptance is the answer to all my problems today. When I am disturbed, it is because I find some person, place, thing or situation – some fact of my life – unacceptable to me, and I can find no serenity until I accept that person, place, thing or situation as being exactly the way it is supposed to be at this moment.
“Nothing, absolutely nothing happens in God’s world by mistake. Until I could accept my alcoholism, I could not stay sober; unless I accept life completely on life’s terms, I cannot be happy. I need to concentrate not so much on what needs to be changed in the world as on what needs to be changed in me and in my attitudes.”
— Paul O, Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 417, Big Book, 4th edition
If you are reading this, you may be a skeptic like me. I tend to gravitate towards aphorisms such as “… It is not necessary to accept the choices handed down to you by life as you know it…”, (Hunter S. Thompson, Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967.) My parents sometimes claimed that my first words were, ‘yeah but’.
What I initially heard at my first AA meeting was useful, I would even argue, necessary for me to take at face value in order to see the harsh reality of my psychological dependence on alcohol to cope with a life that often felt painful. Acceptance was the answer to all of my problems today, that day, April 21, 2007, suggested to me that: I had become dependent on drinking alcohol; it hindered me from making reasonable choices; I was hurting myself and those around me by continuing to behave in the ways that I had; I had become someone that likely could not ever drink alcohol again without harming myself or others; and that I needed help to stop drinking alcohol.
It was only after a few months sober that I paid closer attention to phrases such as “…Nothing, absolutely nothing happens in God’s world by mistake… and … When I am disturbed, it is because I find some person, place, thing or situation – some fact of my life – unacceptable to me, and I can find no serenity until I accept that person, place, thing or situation as being exactly the way it is supposed to be at this moment…”.
The first part of that quote is counter to how I see and experience the universe around me. The second part of that quote is not how I am willing to experience relationships. I do not accept others that intentionally or knowingly continue to harm others. I’ve experienced too many harmful, dysfunctional relationships to pretend that accepting others as how they are supposed to be is a healthy choice for me. In some cases, I do accept that the person’s behavior stems from circumstances and mental health issues, addiction, etc. For some, I’ve been part of their recovery. For others, I ended those relationships, cutting toxic people out of my life.
Al Anon and Adult Children of Alcoholics and Dysfunctional Families, helped me immensely in this regard. I believe possibly, even more so than AA at the time. Again, I do not wish to counter the original author of the Acceptance Was The Answer story. His story, like mine, is true for each of us. I want to reiterate that Acceptance Was the Answer was quite helpful for me to see and accept my own dependency on alcohol.
However, I’ve recently begun to see that the message is incomplete and for some of us, possibly detrimental to our growth in recovery. For almost 2 years now, I’ve helped facilitate an AA meeting at a correctional institution. What I’ve seen frequently is the prison that shame creates in lives, including my own.
Acceptance was the answer quoted, read, paraphrased in 1st Step meetings, often reminds me of how bad I was, how many people that I harmed. I’ve done several iterations of steps 4-10 throughout recovery, and yet, I habitually sink back into a sense of worthlessness, of shame, of being an alcoholic complete with all of the commensurate stereotypes.
I easily forget that for most of my time sober, even for most of my life, I have not been dependent on alcohol. For most of my life, I have been honest, loving, kind, generous, intelligent, creative, successful, useful, helpful, nurturing, etc. For most of my life, I was a good son, a good brother, dad, spouse, friend, employer, employee, colleague, etc. I had in total about 6 years of unchecked and clearly harmful, untreated anxiety, depression and dependency on alcohol.
So how is it that at 63 years of age, 13 years sober, a loving spouse, a dad, a grampa to 5 that only knows me sober, an academic nearing the end of a career, that I describe my alcoholism with shame and caveats?
My spouse reminds me that I was and am a good spouse. My son and daughter remind me that I’m a good dad, and they remind me that I’m a wonderful grampa. Today, we can talk freely and honestly about what a 4-year and a 2-year period of my dependence on alcohol was like for them. But mostly, we talk about what it has been like the past 13 years and what it was like before I had become dependent on alcoholic in a desperate attempt to cope with anxiety and depression.
So today, as part of my gratitude and what I hope to share with others, especially newcomers and those struggling to sustain sobriety, is that it is important that I accept all of me as part of me. I take things personally. Unreasonable fear sometimes has too much influence on my behavior. I procrastinate more than I’d like. My actions harmed some in the past. With the exception of one “…except when doing so would cause further harm…”, I’ve made direct amends and continue to make living amends daily. I’ve recovered from psychological dependence on alcohol. I show up consistently for the people in my life. I almost always do my best. I no longer avoid or ignore painful awareness. Today, I’ve no need for alcohol, nor for shame.
I wrote a first draft of this a few months ago. Since that time, I’ve now been living, like most of us, in an absolute shit-swirl that is all that goes with COVID-19 pandemic. Though challenging in ever so many ways, personally, financially, professionally, socially (especially my recovering communities), circumstances have afforded me considerable opportunities for solitude and reflection. Related to this particular reflection on acceptance, a new and for me, profound aha was a way to codify and operationalize my personal definition of acceptance.
Amidst all of my unease, dis-ease, angst, anger, fear, sadness about things that I refuse to accept in the ways that AA sometimes seems to suggest, an idea emerged after several weeks of distracted meditation. I continued to lose focus on the present moment in my living room with my teapot, teacup, writing journal day after day. The distractions were many and yet most came back to itchy, scratchy, nagging, emotions.
One morning, recently, I saw acceptance for what it could be for me – awareness. Awareness wherein, I see things just as they are in that moment. That is a form of acceptance that I can practice, that I can use, and that I can learn from as I live my life day by day. For a moment, sometimes ever so briefly, I can choose to see a thing as it is, letting go of my oft urgent need to label it good or bad, assess it, evaluate it, pull it towards me or push it away. I think that is acceptance that I can live with today.
About the Author
Robert B. is a sober alcoholic in Madison, WI participating in AA and AlAnon at Fitchburg Serenity Club. He has been sober since April 21, 2007. He also began writing and sharing poetry on Facebook during his first year sober as part of his recovery from alcohol dependency, acute anxiety and chronic depression. He has found that creativity expressed primarily through writing poetry and playing various stringed instruments helped him heal and thrive.