I’ve written a great deal about my Aspie-ish proclivities as a kid before (see HERE) and it occurs to me that I always felt a sense of disconnection because, unlike other kids, it’s like I had a “readme file” missing from my software directory… a built-in instruction manual that should have come with the rest of my software but didn’t… making navigating this fleshy meatsack through the world sometimes like being thrust into the cockpit of a Boeing 747 and ordered to fly.
Life is still like that for me a lot of the time. I still have no idea how to mingle at parties and start up the most basic of conversations.
But perhaps the biggest mystery for most of my adult life was how my own mechanism of addiction worked; for the longest time I was on a quest to find just the right instruction manual to fix that glitch.
Of course, as far as instruction manuals go, there’s the Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous… but the twelve steps were a square peg for a secular hole as far as I was concerned… I mean, the very notion of using a fucking doorknob as my Higher Power… don’t get me started! Haha!
Then there were other things that I tried like Rational Recovery… but again, no joy – I simply didn’t have the willpower to ‘shout down’ my beast.
Finally, I discovered a book that felt as if it was written just for me: The Cure for Alcoholism by Roy Eskapa. Within those pages I found my answers and thanks to that particular instruction manual and a supply of naltrexone I finally got well.
It’s good to have finally found peace. It’s good to have won my own battle.
I think that one of the most exciting things for me is seeing other people’s enthusiasm about discovering The Sinclair Method because it reminds me of my own excitement all those years ago… it’s kinda like discovering a golden ticket.
So how long before this goes mainstream?
Well, even just during the course of the near-five years that I’ve been in the orbit of TSM I can already see a big difference.
Sure, there’s a lot of frankly criminal misinformation out there about The Sinclair Method (see one ludicrous example HERE) thanks to the fact that our critics and competitors do not sleep… but neither do we.
It’s just a matter of time before TSM goes mainstream.
And with that sense of certainty I find myself getting less and less angry when I see hatchet jobs by our critics these days. Why? Well, truth be told, I pity such people for the exhausting lengths that they have to go to to smear something that is just gaining more and more real clinical evidence of its efficacy every day….
No. These days it’s a source of real amusement to me when I read the latest pathetically desperate effort by Stanton Peele (see HERE) or whoever to attack the credibility of TSM.
Yeah, I guess I’m finally learning to let go. It’s taken a while… but I feel really comfortable these days.
And on that note, I shall say bye for now.
Peace and love,