Things did not work out so well.

I made it to the detox in Menlo Park only to run into an absolute jerk of a women who was overseeing the program. I want to use a stronger word that, but I’m trying to be understanding, but it is just not working. This crazy ex biker chick who was so proud of her recovery and thought everyone should be just like her was one of these righteous people who thought she had all the answers, but she was a joke. I had been accepted back into the long term program I needed desperately, which had helped me so much when I was in it previously, but I had to go through the detox program before I could transfer into the long term program that I needed so badly. Like, what I alluded to in a previous posting; I only had six months of good life before that good life was over. I had been enjoying my new sober life before my burn injuries. This women, was so cold and was without any understanding for anyone else’s emotions or problems. She was so involved with her personal perceived success, which she had made, and then she only thought her way was the only way. Her ideas ended up leading me to the highway. It is too bad that she was thinking everyone else should be just like her. Unfortunatley because I showed little interest in playing her role games and reenactments, she regarded me as a negative reaffirmation for gaining sobriety. This program was supposed to have provided me a positive road to recovery, but her methods I did not agree with, so she kicked me out. I’d like to be understanding, but this women put me, a Nam vet on the street, because of her run away ego. You tell me if a veteran should have been treated in this manner, ever, despite the circumstances. I wasn’t violent or disruptive, just confused and hurt and trying like hell to think clearly again.