Thinking about the bottom line. Two things happened this week that called for responses and confrontation, not easy at all.
When I was out shopping in the village the other afternoon, I saw a mother who lives a few streets away walking with her young daughter. I thought the mother looked flushed and excitable, but didn’t pay much attention. We waved to one another. The same night I was about to go to bed at 11pm and looked through the living room window to see the little girl, about five years old, sitting across the road by herself in the dark. She was sitting there because mine was the only house in the road with lighted windows. I called her inside. She said her mother had forgotten to keep a door open for her and had been asleep for a long time. Her mother had put her outside for being naughty.
I feel it is important not to ask a child questions that may incriminate a parent. It isn’t fair to the child and they will usually lie to protect the parent. The truth for a child is that loyalty owed to a parent rather than the truth owed to a stranger. I saw that the child had bruises on her arm and worked out for myself that the mother had flown into a drunken rage and hit the child, locked her out of the house and had then passed out. I called an aunt in a nearby village and asked her to come and collect the little girl. By the time the aunt arrived, the child was asleep, so I could speak freely to the aunt.
The mother drinks and hits the child. The aunt was happy to take the child but does not want to say anything to the police or social welfare that might lead to her sister getting into trouble. Family loyalty again. She took the child with her and said she would make sure her sister was sober before returning the child to her.
So, the next morning I called someone I know in social welfare, talked to her about child battering and said I would be available as a witness if the police became involved. Social welfare will investigate the case. I am willing to talk with the mother, but doubt she will want to speak with me. I hope she gets sober and seeks professional help before her child is taken away from her.
As alcoholics we all know that our behaviour verges on criminal or anti-social at times. Alcoholism takes many of us to places we never imagined, way beyond any norms of decency or safety. And sometimes others do have to step in and protect the innocent from us. There is a documented history relating to cycles of violence and battering that show the violence escalates over time. It gets worse. I grew up in a household where my father battered my alcoholic mother. Both my father and mother beat us children, punching us, kicking us and beating us with sticks or whips. The escalating family violence only stopped when my mother was taken to hospital with a broken jaw and my father had a call from the police. So I have no compunction about stepping in when a child is living with violence.
The second incident was another kind of challenge . In the local newsletter, a sportsman who is well-known in this area gave an interview about how his drinking had ruined his life. He said that being a member of AA had helped him. He felt very much at home in AA and found his fellow members of AA to be great friends and very kind people. Then he said: ‘These days I drink much less and don’t have to worry about my drinking because AA has given me such good advice.’
The sportsman himself is no doubt ensconced in denial and happily so. In time, he may come to learn something both about alcoholism and his good friends in AA that will surprise him. But that little newsletter is widely read out here in the countryside and I felt some intervention was called for in terms of responsible reporting. So I rang the journalist and explained why I wanted him to publish a correction from an anonymous source in AA. I explained that the name Alcoholic Anonymous is about alcoholics staying anonymous. And that AA does not think alcoholics can drink in moderation. The journalist was happy to publish the correction.
Accountability, knowing when to speak up, when to confront and when to keep silent. Something I have learned about in AA and from listening to friends in Alanon.

You were so right to intervene. If you didn’t who knows who would have. That poor little girl. I pray that her mother wakes up and if not I pray that that the appropriate action is taken.
I’m reading Anita Shreve’s “Change in Altitude.” It is fiction, but I’m still stunned by the disparities in life where you are. Those that have, those that have nothing. There seems to be no in between, and I can’t see how that will change.
How brave of you!
How odd that speaking the truth even requires bravery, but it does.
So sad first of all that the mother is abusing the child and then the aunt to have knowledge of the abuse and to not protect the child. Someone has to help this child. Maybe you were the beginning of a new way of life for the little girl. I sure hope so. I cannot tell you how every day of my young life I hoped and prayed and begged for someone to come and take me away. I still remember those feelings and that hopelessness. I wasn’t put into foster homes till I was 12 or 13, but by that time I had already learned how to disassociate to the point that it affected all my adult relationships. It took guts and a genuine unselfishness for you to begin the rescue of this little girl. Your light was the only one one for sure.
Great post. Thank you for sharing.
You were given the opportunity to be an angel in that childs life. What a blessing to be sober and to ‘do’ the next right action!
Thank you so much for this heart-wrenching post, ML. These are the types of things I find I have to do to keep myself sober as well. It’s not about meetings or steps, it’s about how I conduct my life, about the compassion I can show and the awareness I can let in. It hurts!!!
Love you to death
Thank you for being in service in both situations. I hope you remain protected in God’s grace.
Blessings and aloha…
excellent. acceptance does not mean passivity. acceptance is merely the starting point to help us see the wood for the trees BEFORE we decide upon appropriate action. meaning if we are resentful our words can do more harm, so its best to start with a reasonably cool head.
I am so glad you were there to speak up about what was right in both instances. Sometimes we get so afraid of offending irrational people, we forget those who could be harmed if we fail to step in.
OH Louisey,, I’ve found youa gain…I have missed you but my computer and life have gone a bit haywire, so glad to read you again and toe see that you are as you do putting the steps in action and truly courageous.
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gabi
I’m glad that you were there to help the child. I’m always astounded by the things that people do to each other. I guess that I’ve been protected from some of the worst of it compared to many. I’m grateful for that.
What courage, standing up and being counted.
That poor, poor child, but you’ve made a difference.
And what horrific challenges you’ve faced from childhood days, and have met.
Courage is the path to freedom, methinks, and you seem to be well on the way.