I took a friend to see if he could go into residential treatment yesterday morning. He didn’t get in because they didn’t have any beds available at this place where they take patients with dual diagnosis. He then asked me to take him to a state funded facility.
Once there, he hesitated to stay. My friend’s roommate unsuccessfully tried to convince him to give this place a chance. The more my friend hesitated, the more his roommate pushed him to stay.
I tried to answer my friend’s questions without pressuring him. I did tell him that if he wanted to get sober, it didn’t matter much where he went. He decided not to stay.
I don’t believe in pushing people to do something against their will. It may be because the more somebody tries to persuade me, the less inclined I feel to do it. It feels like manipulation to me.
Later that day, my friend asked me if I could take him to the state funded facility again. I agreed.
My friend and I were on our way to rehab at 5:30 this morning. I stayed with him until I had to leave. My first impulse was to cancel what I had to do to keep him company but something told me not to do it.
Something told me that if he were to get into treatment with no babysitter to push him, it would be a more valuable experience for him.
I don’t know if my friend is going to “make” it this time around. I do know that by being there for him, I was reminded of how things got and how they could get if I were to relapse.
“There, but for the grace of God, go I.”