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As a fan of the reality tv show, The Real Housewives of Orange County, I decided to check out one of their sister shows, the The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills last week on cable on the station ON DEMAND when I was bored and had nothing else better to do and received the shock of my life!

As I was watching the show I couldn’t believe it when I saw one of my favorite child stars, a barely recognizable Kim Richards and heard about her problems with alcohol and Brandi Glanville‘s tale of her carrying around a shit-stained travel pillow!

As an adult child of an alcoholic who has severed all ties with her alcoholic father and hasn’t seen his sorry ass in over ten years due to the fact that he refused to stop drinking, hitting his wife, verbally abusing his children and at times threatening to harm them physically, I really hope that Kim’s children have not severed all ties with her because of her alcoholism.

I also wanted to say that as a fan of your films, Escape to Witch Mountain and Tuff Turf Kim, I hope and I know that with perseverance, hard work and will power that you can conquer your demons with the bottle and have a happy life and hopefully return to the big screen again!

Fans of yours like me really miss you!  Good luck to you Kim and may God bless you!

P.S.     When I was a youngster I always wanted a black cat named Winky, a starcase, to be in a fun yet cheesy 80’s cult movie with brilliant actor Robert Downey Jr.  and to dance around seductively for hunky talented actor James Spader in a fun yet cheesy 80’s cult movie and give him a big kiss too!

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Before you break out the triple decker fudge pot brownies and pop in the movie, Dazed and Confused (P.S. Ben Affleck, you were such an asshole in that movie! By the by, keep up the good work! And don’t forget, air raid bitches!) take a minute to remember the old childhood rhyme, “First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a screaming baby in a stinky-ass poopy diaper in a baby carriage. Or a pram as they say in jolly old England. (At this time I would like to send a shout out to Victoria “Posh” Beckham of the now defunct girl’s bubble gum pop group, The Spice Girls and her good-looking lying cheating soccer playing husband, David Beckham who was brought over here to put soccer on the map in the United States but failed miserably except with mothers who drive station wagons and metrosexuals. Howdy! And David, The L.A. Galaxy? Loud-ass snicker! I never even knew that the U.S. had a major league soccer team! Another Loud-ass snicker!)

But getting back to reality which is something that you might want to do David Beckham, anyhoo, in this post’s case, first comes marijuana, then comes long island iced teas then comes fudge-a-mania in a hot bed issue baby carriage. (At this time, I would like to send out another big shout out to uber writer, Judy Blume who was one of the first author’s to school me on sex, zits, menstruation or menstrooation, the handicapable, jewish people and middle class white people who nickname their kids, fudge and tootsie. Thanks alot Judy!)

Anyhoo, getting back to the subject of this post once again, people consider this hypothetical situation.

There is a guy named John who receives SSDI benefits because he has been diagnosed with PTSD which stands for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and is a type of anxiety/mental disorder. It can occur after a person has seen or experienced a traumatic event that involved the threat of injury or death, etc. For his PTSD John has been prescribed the prescription drug, Lexapro to help him with his condition but makes the decision not to take the medication that the doctor has prescribed for him because it makes him too lethargic. After a short time he finds an alternate solution to his dilemma. Instead of taking a 10 mg Lexapro tablet daily, he downs two six packs of Bud Light beer daily. Some of you out there may say, ” to each his own” but here’s where the trouble begins. Once John has made his new found revelation, he still continues to drive his vehicle but under the influence of two six packs of Bud Light claiming that he used to drive the same vehicle under the influence of a 10 mg Lexapro tablet now he’s simply driving under the influence of two six packs of Bud Light beer, what’s the difference? He further goes on to say that when he is behind the wheel he is not breaking the law by drunk driving because he is medical alcohol driving.

What do you think?


In terms of medical alcohol……….

A. If people can smoke marijuana to alleviate their medical problems then why can’t people drink alcohol to alleviate their medical problems too! Let them drive and shutup!

B. I think it is a bunch of bullshit! There is no such thing as medical alcohol it is only an excuse for a loser to drink. Hey losers, hit the bottle! And i’m not talking about the Jack Daniel’s bottle i’m talking about the prescription bottle! Stay off the damn streets if your intoxicated, losers!

C. If these people get caught driving under the influence of alcohol whether they have PTSD or whatever medical condition, they should be punished like everybody else! No exceptions! Drunk driving is drunk driving! I don’t want these people driving on the same streets as I do, it’s dangerous enough for a fully sober person out there let alone an intoxicated person! Stay off the streets or take a cab if you are going to drink!

D. I think there really are people who do some things better like driving when they are under the influence of alcohol. I know that it is not politically correct to say this but that’s just how it is. So deal with it! However, I don’t think they should be driving. Stay home and keep yourself and other people safe if you have consumed alcohol.

E. I think the Social Security Administration should allocate disability benefits to people who qualify to use medical alcohol right away!

F. A special section in grocery stores should be set up for medical alcohol.

G. Doctor’s should give out prescriptions to patients who need medical alcohol and they should get a 50% discount on the alcohol purchase.

H. There needs to be legislation created to regulate medical alcohol. This is a hot bed issue!

I. 10 mg of prescription Lexapro is totally different from two six packs of Bud Light beer! Omigod!

J. Driving under excessive amounts of prescription drugs can be just as dangerous as driving under the influence of two six packs of Bud Light beer however driving under the influence of 10 mg of Lexapro is generally considered okay. I would suggest checking with a doctor to make sure though.

K. Hey idiot, it’s illegal to drive under the influence of medical marijuana or marijuana period so how can driving under the influence of alcohol be okay!

L. If you get caught driving under medical marijuana or medical alcohol you should be put in jail and if you receive any kind of disability benefits they should be cut off permanently! It’s only fair! Hey some of us have to work for a living and drive to their jobs!

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(This is a poem that I wrote a long time ago. It was a very difficult piece for me to write because it was about my stormy relationship with my physically abusive alcoholic father who I have cut off all contact with forever. Even though he could not be saved from the bottle and I hate his fucking guts, I hope that so many other alcoholics out there CAN be saved. And even if this poem helps just one alcoholic, I will be truly grateful!)

Alcohol is terror!
Alcoholics are terror, too!
But living in a world of alcoholism is the worst terror of all!
You’re always scared to go home,
because you don’t know what the hell’s going to happen!
Leaving isn’t all that great either,
because you don’t know what the hell you’re going to come home to!

If only alcoholics could see themselves through the eyes of their loved ones,
then I bet you your bottom dollar they wouldn’t dream of touching another drop of that poison.

For most people,
Their savior,
Their god,
The being in which they pray to is:
Jesus Christ

But for me, a teenage child of an alcoholic,
My savior,
My god,
The being in which I pray to is:
Alcoholics Anonymous

I pray to my God every night silently begging for the following things:
I ask my God for the courage and the strength to get through another day with my alcoholic.
I ask my God to help convince my alcoholic to stop drinking and to finally start thinking.
I ask my God to help convince my alcoholic to get some help before he kill himself or worse kills an innocent human being.

Please God,
Oh please,
Hear my plea,
And believe me, God,
This plea is not only for me,
God, this is a plea for this nightmare to be over!


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I wrote this piece back in 2006.

When I lived with my father, there were alot of things that I couldn’t do, because he told me that I couldn’t. I obeyed him mostly because of low self-esteem and fear. The primary reason why he told me that I couldn’t do these things was mostly due to the fact that my father was an extremely abusive alcoholic who made my childhood, teenage years and my adult life between the ages of 20-31 years of age, a living hell. I am 36 years old now and haven’t seen my father in over five years. These have been the happiest five years of my life.

While growing up, I had come to hate many things about my father but one of the things that I hated the most about him was his constant use of the word, “don’t”. He used that word so many times in my youth, that I had no tolerance for the word. But lately, I have come to realize that the word, “don’t” doesn’t have to be a negative word that it can actually be a powerful and positive educational tool.

As an adult child of an alcoholic, I feel that it is my responsibility to share some of my knowledge with other adult children of alcoholics that I think would be beneficial to them. Below are some “don’ts” that they might want to consider.

1. DON’T be afraid to cut off all contact with your alcoholic parent. I absolutely had to! There was no other choice for me. I just got so sick of living in fear and the constant lying that I was always doing, just so that I could appear like I came from a normal loving family. It was just too much for me. I got the hell out.

2. DON’T be afraid of intimacy. I know from experience that children of alcoholics can be very secretive when it comes to their personal lives, more so than a child who grew up with a non-alcoholic parent. Unfortunately, because of this secretiveness, it makes it harder to open up to people. And if you can’t open yourself up to a person, you can never really build lasting and loving relationships. Do yourself a favor and open up your heart, mind and soul to others even though there is a chance that you may get hurt. But, always remember the old saying, “No Pain, No Gain.”

3. DON’T be afraid to get counseling. I was terrified because the thought of anyone knowing that my life wasn’t “normal” like everybody else’s, embarrassed me. I was too ashamed to get counseling for a long time, but when I did, I learned that there were more dysfunctional families like mine out there than I ever imagined. I finally realized that I was not alone and that made me feel good. Whether it’s individual or group counseling, just go.

4. DON’T be afraid to tell your alcoholic parent that you don’t love them. At one time in my life, I did love my father. But my father has done so many terrible and hurtful things that I stopped loving him a long time ago. For quite a while, I felt very bad about this because in our society, there is an unspoken rule that children should love their parents. But the reality of life is that not all parents are good. Some of them are bad people and make it impossible to love them. Remember, that just because you don’t love a parent doesn’t make you a monster. You are not going to hell because of this. You are just being honest with yourself and the parent.

5. DON’T be afraid to try new things. Throughout my childhood, my father always told me that I would fail at certain things even though I hadn’t even tried them. As you can imagine, this left me with a profound fear of failing. But through counseling, I learned that it’s okay to fail. Just be proud of yourself for trying and making an effort to do something new.

6. Don’t be afraid to question God about your alcoholic parent. All my life, especially in my childhood, I would often ask God questions like: “Why me?” “Why couldn’t I have had a father like Bill Cosby from The Cosby Show?” “What did I do in my mother’s womb that was so terrible that I had to be born into such a dysfunctional family?” “Don’t you love me God? If you do, why do you let my father hurt me so terribly?” I did this because I had a right to and most importantly I needed answers. In God’s own way, I believe he has responded to alot of the questions that I have asked. Some of the responses I have liked, some I have not. But I had to ask. And I did.

To the many adult children of alcoholics: I really hope that you consider some of the things that I have said in this article. You don’t have to agree with them, or even like them, simply consider them. That’s the only thing that I ask you to do.

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