Autonomy
The next day, Julie told Emu she thought his poor diet was a passive aggressive way to punish his mom. To my surprise, he agreed. He told the group how hard he struggled to maintain any independence from her.
Later in the group session, I chose autonomy as the virtue of the day. I asked the group how autonomy and addiction were related.
“Addiction eats away at your autonomy. You do things because you think you have to…” Ann said, her voice trailing off. Instead of making some sharp comment as I would have expected, Michaela put her hand on Ann’s shoulder.
“Sobriety restores one’s autonomy,” James said. “Now that I don’t have to chase money, nor recover from a binge, I find my day is full of choices.”
Relapse Boy added, “If you ain’t gotta get it in ya, the whole day is yours.”
“But nobody is completely autonomous,” Liam said with a sigh.
“We’ll talk more about that later,” I said.
Today I will be grateful for whatever autonomy I have.
AArdvarks (c) 2013 by Ken Montrose