used drugs in front of me just as I was walking down a not totally desolate street (it wasn’t like this was a back alley, but it wasn’t a main road) and they had quite a strong cough/gag response to what they’d snorted and it was terrifying, I stepped into the road to move away from him. I’ve spent a while thinking of my relative privilege and if it was hypocritical or snooty of me since I am a clean & sober ex-party loving girl who stumbled into her problem whilst working a
cool job in media
then stumbled out in no time at all thanks to living somewhere with 800 meetings a week filled with young women just like me. There’s a lot to be said about privilege and how it intersects with addiction, what you use, how you get help, and how soon you get help tbh, but pretending that it’s okay to keep people sick is actually sick? Idk what this essay was for and sorry if it’s me-raily I suppose the point is even as incredibly privileged people in recovery we’re not equipped to comment on every instance of addiction and how society should accommodate or treat addicts. Like even in my own upwardly mobile middle class bubble of a life I couldn’t make excuses for all of my behaviour (being late to work every single day and blaming the central, circle, AND district line for it lmaoooo truly as if they were the problem not me
) so how could I/the royal we expect society as a whole to accept the unacceptable?? Once again this isn’t the thought process of someone engaging in any sort of recovery work, or someone who can see the impact their actions have on those around them.