About Miranda B
The Transition To Treatment
The Transition to Treatment
I had long prayed and hoped for and anticipated the day that I would drop my daughter off at treatment. As I left her in this contained and safe environment, the relief I felt was immense; it occurred to me that for the first time in years, she was not in danger. She would not be roaming the streets of LA, loaded and drunk looking for someone to con or getting involved with seedier side of life. She would not be sneaking out in the middle of the night, being picked up in a car by God-knows-who to go off and do God-knows-what. Going to rehab is often the difference between life and death and for that day, my daughter had chosen to live. I was aware that it was time for me to start living my life as well.
The rehab told me that there was to be no contact for one week. This was not meant as a way to cut us off, but for the following reasons:
They warned me that clients frequently bombarded loved ones with calls, begging them to come and retrieve them from this “prison” particularly during the detox period. It was all very normal, they explained, to have “buyer’s remorse” over the decision to go to treatment. Clients would arrive at treatment, experience some of the restrictions and want to bolt. I was told the first few days were crucial for the “settling-in” period and were often emotionally challenging for the clients. Therefore, the less distractions from the outside world, the better.
More importantly, the communication embargo also gave our family an opportunity to retreat, re-group and re-enter in an emotional sense. We were all so intertwined in one another’s business. This is sometimes known as “immeshed” in treatment terms. I realized that the family dynamic was so fragile, the smallest thing I would do would set my daughter off… and vice versa. We had become expert at reaction and retaliation and that was not helping anyone. I had to find a new way of accepting my daughter no matter what without trying to fix her . I certainly needed some space in order to get some perspective and to start working on my side of things.
I had an expectation that once my daughter was “taken care of,” everything would magically snap back into place and that we would resume leading some sort of normal life. I would be anxiety free as my main source of it was her addiction. The reality was that after the initial elation I crashed. Years of crisis management had taken a toll on me and I realized how divorced from my spirit I had become . I felt little joy or enthusiasm for life.
Alanon uses the metaphor of an airplane crash, and how important it is to put on your own oxygen mask before helping others put on theirs. I began to see that my oxygen mask had been off for a long time and that it was time to put it back on.
Adjusting To Separation From An Alcoholic – What the Treatment Center Told Me to Expect
Adjusting To Separation From An Alcoholic – What the Treatment Center Told Me to Expect
So here we were – the greatly anticipated moment when I got to release my alcoholic daughter to the clinical team at the rehab – if you could call it that ! It was more like a 5-star hotel with large comfortable bedrooms, starched white sheets with enormous en-suite bathrooms, airy reception rooms with pristine sofas looking out onto extensive manicured grounds and foliage. None of the steely hard-bed dormitories with nicotine-stained ceilings I had imagined. Peeking into the kitchen I smelled inviting aromas and noticed a spread of fresh vegetables and fruit. The atmosphere was calm and hushed. Two staff members sat me down to explain the treatment and I was given a package of information, schedules etc. One of the staff told me that it was suggested that there be “No contact ” between family members for one week.

So here we were – the greatly anticipated moment when I got to release my alcoholic daughter to the clinical team at the rehab.
I am ashamed to say that on hearing this, I panicked! Did they think her addiction was my fault? Did they think I was contributing to her unhappiness? I was so used to reacting and making things all about me…looking back I see that I had began to lose touch with reality. The staff explained that meant this was not as a way to cut us off but for the following reasons:1. They warned me that clients frequently bombarded loved ones with calls, begging them to come and retrieve them from this “prison”, particularly during the detox period of treatment. I realised how many times I had been manipulated by the pleas of my daughter when leaving her at institutions…how for so many years I had succumbed to blame and criticism. My compulsion to rescue my daughter and ease her pain had enabled her addiction. Here was yet another situation where it might be so easy to react to her pain if I stayed in contact with her.
2. It was very normal have “buyers remorse” over the decision to go to treatment. Clients would arrive at treatment, experience some of the restrictions mixed with the discomfort of withdrawal and want to bolt. Most addicts are used to getting what they want and are highly skilled manipulators . When a treatment team lays down “limits” -”No you may not use your cell phone” “No you may not surf the internet all night”. This can be scary.
3. The first few days were crucial for the settling in period and often emotionally challenging for the clients and therefore the less distractions from the outside world the better. Addicts feel incredibly vulnerable during detox. Feelings that they have been avoiding for years start flooding their systems; remorse and self-hatred are high on the list. They need to be in a safe place to process these feelings. Having family around can be like a minefield — everyone tip-toeing around, trying not to cause any explosions by saying or doing the wrong thing — and was to be avoided at all costs.
4. The family dynamic was so fragile that the smallest thing I would do would set my daughter spinning off into rage and vice versa. We had become experts at reaction and retaliation and that was not helping anyone.
5. I was so used to managing my daughter and scanning to see what she was up to that bossing and controlling her was like a reflex muscle to me. I found it impossible not to mind my own business. I felt like a plug that was stuck in a socket that needed someone to pull it out. My meddling was not helping her recovery and the slow process of letting go and respecting her autonomy needed to begin. Hard as it was to admit to myself that, “Mother does not always know best”, it was true.
6. The communication embargo also gave our family an opportunity to retreat, re-group, and re-enter in an emotional sense. We had all lived our lives revolving around this alcoholic for over two years. In the process of trying to manage the craziness, we had become crazy ourselves, we were all so intertwined in one another’s business. This is sometimes known as being ‘enmeshed’ in treatment terms. It was time to take the focus off my daughter and put it back on me.
It was time to turn inward.
Empty Nest Syndrome – When my Daughter Went to Treatment
EMPTY NEST SYNDROME WHEN MY DAUGHTER WENT TO TREATMENT…
I had an expectation that once my daughter was ‘taken care of’, everything would magically snap back into place and that we would resume leading some sort of normal life. I would be anxiety free as my main source of it was her addiction.What would it be like to get a full night sleep without waking up multiple times wondering if she was still alive? What would it be like not to hide the valuables in the house or sleep with my purse under my pillow? What would it be like to give my other 2 children sustained attention?
The reality was that after the initial elation I crashed big time emotionally. Here are some of the things that happened to me:
-I started to experience a strange sort of depression. I had been so adrenalised for so long that now there was no crisis I was lost. I was literally decompressing after constant action. My whole sense of purpose (my alcoholic) had evaporated. What would I do with myself now?
- I felt little joy or enthusiasm for life. I had long ago let go of any interests or hobbies in lieu of a career in “rescuing”.- I felt exhausted. Years of crisis management had taken a toll on me and I realized how I had neglected my own health and well-being. I was run down. My body was displaying some of the symptoms of stress. and I realized how divorced from my spirit I had become. I felt little joy or enthusiasm for life.
As I left her in this contained and safe environment, the relief I felt was immense and it occurred to me that for the first time in years she was not in danger. She would not be roaming the streets of LA, loaded and drunk looking for someone to con or getting involved with seedier side of life. She would not be sneeking out in the middle of the night being picked up in a car by god knows who to go off and do God knows what. Going to rehab is often the difference between life and death and for that day, my daughter had chosen to live. I was aware that it was time for me to start living my life as well.
Just as she had begun the process of withdrawing form drugs and alcohol, I had began the process of withdrawing from her. Our lives had revolved around this person and the chaos of addiction for years and now that there was peace it was very strange and empty and I felt lost .I had no choice but to face this change which felt uncomfortable.
In Al-Anon, they remind you of the metaphor of the airplane and how important it is to’’Put on your own oxygen mask before helping others put on theirs”. I began to see that my oxygen had been off for a long time and that it was time to put it back on. This was just the beginning of the interesting journey of recovery – not just for her, but for me!




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