Trauma Informed Care and Addiction
My name is Erin Goldner and I am a Recovery Developer, Addiction Advocate and a person in long term recovery who is also the Spokesperson for Hope Street DE. Hope Street DE was founded in Delaware on April 21st of 2016Read More
Over 24 million Americans 12 and older suffer from alcohol or substance abuse, or both. Triple this number (at least) if you consider their loved ones who suffer right along with us. Of this 24 million, only about 2 million are admitted into treatment each year. This means there are over 20 million untreated people with a substance abuse disorder in the United States now. Many of those untreated are incarcerated, and the remainder are dying. There is no other option besides recovery, jail, or death. There seriously is no other option, as there is no such thing as a “functioning addict.” It is significantly easier for an addict to get a bag of dope than to get help. We are at a critical point in our history as a country, and treatment and recovery is going to be determined by our collective voices or our collective silence. Those that have found a solution need to use their voice and speak up. Although it is considered progress that substance abuse is recognized as a treatable medical disease, it also made the field of addiction treatment a “business.” When this happened, managed health care recognized the profits of this new “industry” and the business of recovery and treatment fell into their hands. And they have no idea how to treat us, so people continue to use, continue to die, and the stigma emerges that we do not comply with treatment and do not want the help they are providing. The recovering community is their only resource for a viable solution. Unlike other diseases, they must go to the ones with the problem to find their solution. If we remain silent, we are contributing to the problem. De-stigmatizing and reducing the shame of addiction is possible by showing our faces and using our voices. Those that are ignorant and judge the addict are justified if they do not see that there are millions living a life of recovery and productivity alongside them.Read More
Any way that I tell my story it will be a lie, because every time I reflect on it, my perception is different. It’s like when you are reading from the Big Book and, no matter how many times you read it, you see or learn something you don’t recall seeing before. And because I spent at least twenty years in an alcoholic haze, bits and pieces of it are hidden and scattered amongst some moments of vivid recollection or moments of abrupt clarity. It is amazing what the mind chooses to lock away and what it will never let you forget. I am on a “need to know” basis with my memories. There is always someone, however, who is willing to fill in the gaps of my story for me (usually one of my victims) and therefore much of my history is a conglomeration of perceptions and biased opinions. I am guilty of everything they have accused me of and more, and made amends for as much as I can remember, as well as what I forgot.Read More
First Responder's Day 2016 Newport, Delaware
You didn't think twice when the call came in, you came immediately without hesitation.
If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have made it. I got a second chance at life. Please know, I am paying it forward to the next one who needs it.
We want you to enjoy and have fun on this day. Please know that these lives you saved, aren't going to waste. They grow and are making change.
We now understand the bold sacrifice you made and we thank God for your decision "to save”.
"Thanks"... NO. That is not enough.
So… We hope to make you proud with the work we have done. I make a promise on this day and I won't forget that you rescued a kid you never even met.
Hope one day we will meet and I will get to show you...
...that you rescued Hope and she did't even know it.Read More
I grew up in an alcoholic home; both of my parents are alcoholic. Moved around a lot, was always the new girl. Was abused in all forms. But that's not what makes me an alcoholic. Its the fact that I have a disease of the mind and body. A mind that very literally obsesses over drinking "normally", and a body that can never do so.
I had big dreams as a child. Did very well all throughout highschool. But I always felt so alone, so anxious and so so afraid unless I was intoxicated. So from age 15-22 I made it my only priority to stay intoxicated in one form or another 24/7.
I did things you couldn't imagine. Hurt and crushed the ones who loved me. Got arrested more times than I can remember. Shed all my morals, values and ethics for just ONE more. I did things that make me feel like it was quite literally a whole other person's life. I was miserable. I wasn't even a shell of a person. I was hopeless. I should've been a girl you saw in the newspaper for overdosing. I've tried to kill myself on 3 separate occasions.
And now? As of April 30th, 2013? I am happy, not suicidal. I am free, not addicted. I am honest, not a lying theif. I am dependable, not unreliable. I am loving, not hateful. I have integrity, not secrets. I am strong, not afraid. I am a woman who has survived literal hell on Earth who is not ashamed of what she did or who she was. Because I am who I am today because of that glorious journey. And it's the most beautiful, colorful, vibrant life.
How? Pain. Enough pain for me to humble myself enough to accept help. Enough pain to make me realise that I WILL die unless I change. Enough pain for me to accept A.A. as a solution.