My first interaction with AA was 2006. My sobriety date is in 2017. So clearly I did not go to AA and immediately get sober.
My first stint was court ordered. I arrived with 0 desire to stop drinking. Not only was I still dedicated to drinking I was completely resentful of AA before I walked in the door. I was too young (21), I didn’t have a problem (minus the arrests), fuck that God shit, fuck these bums in the room, and fuck that judge were some of the things I was saying in my head as I was getting stoned in the parking lot before the meeting. I was thoroughly convinced that even if I did want to stop, AA wasn’t the way to do it. So armed with all the knowledge of a 21 year old arrogant punk I left that meeting with a pocket full of confirmation bias. I left the meeting with as much as a desire to drink as when I went in. AA was no magic bullet for this guy,
Fast forward 10years until my next meeting. In that decade I had enough consequences pile up to start to think that maybe I need some help. After I got out of rehab I tried the buffet style AA. And it was good, for like a minute. It was good for getting my girlfriend off my back. It was good for convincing my family that I was trying super duper hard and that they should forgive me. And eventually it became good cover for going to meet the dope man. Again I started to coo that resentment against AA. I was pretty pissed that attending 3 meetings a week didn’t magically make my life perfect. Like how dare they promise me a life beyond my wildest dreams (turns out I missed the part about putting in the work) and not deliver. Again armed with the knowledge that AA doesn’t work I set off back into full blown relapse.
Fast forward to roughly 18 months later as I crawl out of my third rehab a completely broken person. I no longer had these delusions that I somehow knew best. I had been granted the gift of desperation. In my rehabs they always stressed that AA works, I had talked to plenty of people who have gotten and stayed sober through AA. But this time, rather than scoff and sneer and say this isn’t for me, I crawled back into the rooms with an open mind, and open heart. Rather than tell myself all the reasons why AA wasn’t for me, I focused on the reasons it would work. Rather than sitting back and waiting for recovery to come and find me, I dove headfirst into the sobriety pool.
Flash forward almost 5.5 years and I have been granted every single promise that AA has made to me. I have that life beyond my wildest dreams. I have been placed in a position of neutrality regarding alcohol problem. I can go anywhere and do anything so long as I maintain my spiritual fitness. I no longer crave the drink or drug.
I am a recovered alcoholic. Not bad for a guy who was thoroughly convinced AA wasn’t for me… until it was.