December 3, 2012
I attended the AA meeting at 6 o’clock on Friday, November 30th. Since I was hesitant about going alone, my mom agreed to go with me. The trip to get there took about twenty-five minutes with some traffic. When we arrived, we decided to walk into the church, acting like it was not a big deal, so we did not worry the other members. The leader was a woman who was about twenty-seven years old. After explaining why I was there she became interested in our assignment and allowed us to sit in on the discussion.
There were seven people at the meeting, including my mom and me. There were three men and two women that were actually apart of the discussion. The age range was somewhere between twenty-five to thirty. Before I went to this meeting, I assumed that alcoholics were the kind of people that you see on TV. They are the bitter, old people that refuse to believe they have a problem. I never really considered the fact that some alcoholics are very young and started drinking in their teens. I also thought that alcoholics were simply people who just drank a lot for no apparent reason. I had no idea that they actually struggled with this on a daily basis. During the meeting, I felt a little uncomfortable for being there. I felt like I was intruding into their personal lives, a place that I did not belong. However, eventually they opened up more when they realized that I was honestly paying attention and caring. During the discussion, I was thinking about how fitting it was that we were in a church. The meeting we attended was an open discussion for both men and women. Everyone sat around in a circle in chairs, so everyone was facing one another. There was some structure to the meeting, but it was basically just a sharing session of stories. The meeting ended when everyone finished speaking that wanted to speak and the leader said a prayer.
A lot of stories were discussed at the meeting and everybody...