One of the toughest things about sobriety is that it takes time. And that time passes slowly, almost painfully slowly. But it gets better. Little by little you see changes occur in your life. From dragging yourself through one day at a time and then noticing you haven’t thought about drinking all week. Form panicking before a family event, wondering how you’ll explain why you’re not drinking, to not batting an eye when declining a drink from a coworker. From dreading your weekly meeting to excitedly texting other members when you get a new job. Slowly, weight lifts from your shoulders and you wonder how you’d never notice it before. It takes work and it takes time.
Quit excluding drug addicts in conversations of ableism.
It’s a scientific fact that addiction is a brain disease, and addicts are one of the last mentally/neurologically ill individuals that it’s still socially acceptable to hate and even wish death upon.
I’ve even seen an ex-EMT brag about how she refused to revive addicts when was called to the scene of an overdose– she let them die.
…Yet I’ve never seen anyone address this issue in my intersectional feminist groups when we talk about ableism.
Addicts are literally dying by the thousands because of the ableism against them, and there’s people actually celebrating these deaths because they believe addicts deserve to die simply for being sick.