This past weekend my husband and I attended a Family Program presented by our son’s treatment facility. We entered the room with trepidation. Not knowing what to expect. This is a room full of strangers and although we are all here for our loved ones, initially you hold back. This is a protective shield that we have all learned to wear.
We looked around the room and immediately recognized an individual who we saw in the dining room earlier. Okay, a little relief, we introduced ourselves. The common bond begins. The first evening was brief, a little education and somewhat of an icebreaker. The next morning the real learning begins.
Friday morning the therapists presenting the seminar, introduce themselves and give a brief personal history. They then have us all do the same. This is the moment we all learn that we share the same burdens. We are parents, spouses, siblings and partners. Addiction has invaded all our lives, we release, tears are shed as we state our names and who our loved one is. There is immediate empathy and compassion for all.
The facilitators have seen this before. They conduct these groups every two weeks and know better than all of us that we need healing too. The facilitators are great. They make us laugh and cry all at the same time. They introduce material that allows us to grasp what is happening with our loved one. They teach us that grieving is okay. It is all a part of the process.
By Sunday morning we are greeting each other with big smiles. We have moved forward. This is a difficult journey, but we are not alone. The treatment facilitators have us each take a golden coin and talk about what the group has meant. Many of us cry. A weekend that many in the group dreaded and entered with trepidation has become a very symbolic event for all of us. We bonded, we laughed, we are hopeful for each other, we are thankful for the treatment facilities family program, we understand…The Power of the Group.