Earlier this week, there was a big problem with the kids upstairs from me - beyond a drunken party that got out of hand, it surely sounded like there was a young woman being beaten ... and there were other neighbors who witnessed a naked young woman being dragged by four men from one apartment to the other, as she desperately banged on doors for assistance.
I do not live in a wild place or bad area, because my
nerves can't take it; I had to take necessary, anti-anxiety medication,
and have been trying to deal with this emotionally all week long ...
earlier this afternoon, I finally got a chance to talk to the young
woman living above me whose apartment it is, and I got the "horse's
mouth" story, and I learned that while they may be millennials and I'm a
woman looking at a half-century mile
marker, alcoholism doesn't change its face:
The young woman who
sounded like she was being beaten - she is a woman who drinks and a
switch flips; and in her case, she just goes nuts and starts assaulting
people, including her own boyfriend ...
The woman who was being
dragged? That's another story of alcoholism, too, for this woman is
mentally disturbed and trying to self-medicate with what she can
purchase over the counter ... which she does alone in her apartment with
the lights off and her clothes off, as well - one of these "stinkin'
thinkin'" things that makes sense when you're drinking, see ... and then
she hit this spot where she decided she was lonely, after all, and she
wanted her brother home, so she just strolled outside buck naked four
doors down and went to collect her brother from his party --
just about everyone else there, except for her brother, was speechless
and stunned at what late-stage alcoholism can
look like, literally - except her brother. The brother said, without
missing a beat, "She gets like this guys! Help me get her home, okay?"
And so they picked her up bodily and went to bring her home ...
around that time in hearing this story, I distinctly recalled being 19,
married, very drunk; a passenger in a car driven by my just as drunk
husband; and he got verbally abusive, see ... and we stopped for a
traffic light ... and I was 19 and drunk and it seemed to make sense for
me to turn to look at the men in the car next to us and mouth "help
me!" -- these good guys jumped out - ran to the passenger door - pulled
out my husband - and beat the tar outta him! Boob being wiry and young,
escaped; he jumped back in the car and we drove home, and walked into
my in-laws house where we were living, screaming, "MA! Some guys beat up
Bobby at a light - no reason at all! Get bandages!!! We just don't know
that same form of alcoholic thinking hit this young woman as she beat
desperately on her neighbors doors for "help" as her brother and his
buddies were trying to get her naked, drunken self back into her own
apartment for safety, because don't you know? you can't get into any
trouble whatsoever! drinking by yourself in your own home! or so the
alcoholic thinking spirals round & round ....
And so that is THAT, and THAT will keep me sure sober for another day!!!