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Giambruno: Alcohol will destroy families PDF Print E-mail
Written by Curt Giambruno   
Sunday, 02 November 2008
A family member addicted to alcohol who drives under the influence of same is a combination that will truly destroy a family. I know. I was a part of that combination as a youngster growing up.


In 1947 my father sent me off to military boarding school for three years, for third, fourth and fifth grades. I did not understand this move. Later, I found it was to keep me from the surroundings of my mother who was an alcoholic and unable to care for my little sister and I. My sister was being cared for daily by an outsider.


My first year in military school my mother picked me up each Friday at 2 p.m. for my weekend pass at home. One Friday she did not show by 2 p.m. I waited and about 6 p.m. the superintendent along with one of my classmate’s parents informed me that my mother and sister were in a serious auto wreck on Highway 101 in Marin County.


She was driving a two-week-old Cadillac totally impaired, crossed all traffic lanes heading north and jumped a creek. The car was bent in the middle and totaled. My sister was thrown out of the car into the creek. My mother was stuck in the car with her face smashed into the steering wheel.


The rescue personnel freed my mother and took her to the hospital. About an hour later the tow truck driver found my sister in the creek about 25 yards from the auto. She was taken to the hospital and checked out OK. My mother spent five months in the hospital and left with a terribly disfigured face for life. She never recovered, and ultimately drank even more.


Three years later I returned to public school for the seventh through 10th grades. Many days after school I would find my mother drunk in her car parked in our garage, passed out. I would get her out of her car and carry her two flights of stairs to her bed. She never learned a lesson about drinking alcohol after her wreck. She was never able to care for her family after the incident.


The sad part of this story is her consumption of alcohol on a daily basis literally destroyed our family. Mother and Dad lost most of their friends. We had a wonderful close-knit family with lots of friends that was lost and torn apart by alcohol.


Curt Giambruno is mayor of Clearlake and a member of Team DUI, a group of local individuals and officials working to stop drinking and driving and underage drinking.


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Cannabis as a Substitute for A
written by JackHerer, November 04, 2008
SUMMARY
Ninety-two Northern Californians using cannabis as an alternative to alcohol obtained letters of approval from the author. Their records were reviewed to determine characteristics of the cohort and efficacy of the treatment —defined as reduced harm to the patient. All patients reported benefit, indicating that for at least a subset of alcoholics, cannabis use is associated with reduced drinking. The cost of alcoholism to individual patients and society- at-large warrants testing of the cannabis-substitution approach and study of the drug-of-choice phenomenon.

http://www.doctordeluca.com/Library/AbstinenceHR/CannabisSubstituteAlcohol03.htm
I\'m touched by your story
written by lenny, November 06, 2008
Alcohol will destroy families.....one I know persoanlly all to well. I grew up in Southern California. By the age of 5 (195smilies/cool.gif my mother gained her sobriety through AA. I recall horrible situations prior to her sobriety, validated by my sister 5 years my senior. I won't even go there.

At the age of 16 my sister (only sibling) was off at UCLA and my father mostly in Washington DC on business. We were living in Marina Del Rey (southern CA) in a beautiful complex on the main channel...Mariners Village.

I came home from school at age 16 to find my mother on the floor and my father home standing above her, stating "oh christ" over and over. I ran to her side asking what was wrong. He stated, "your mother's been drinking"

My heart sank for I knew from our conversations over the years of her sobriety just what that ment...death.

Well.....for the next 8 years life was hell, literally. She was in and out of every rehab and detox unit available in the Los Angeles area. Finally in 75' through, the courts, we had her admitted to Camarillo State Hospital for six months. That is when my dad said enough and got a seperation and her an apartment in Santa Monica and himself one in Marina
Del Rey. I will never forget picking her up from the State Hospital!! I arrived at her apartment, with her never saying a word our entire trip (3 hours) and she slammed the door.

Well.....with my dad gone and my sister off in Maryland with her own family now...guess who became my mothers rescuer for the next few years!!!! I found her once again for the millionth time, in a big heap on the floor, unresponsive. I called St. Johns (in Santa Monica) Chemical Dependdency Center and they refused to admit her...knowing her quite well! They suggested that I admit her to St. Johns Mental Health Ward. Only problem, I worked there as an LVN on PM shift. So there we arrived, one hour before my shift was to start via ambulance. I entered the building with mom in a straight jacket on a gurney. My co-workers looking quite puzzled behind the plexy glass window at the nurses station asked me what I was doing?

One of the most freeing moments of my life...."everyone I would like you to meet my mother, mrs. -----, Mrs. ---- these are my co-workers". Their jaws dropped open. Here lied a crazy woman screaming at the top of her lungs, covered in blood, fighting her restraints.

I gave my two weeks notice of regisingation that day. Two weeks later moved to Guerneville, never to return.

When I last saw my mom, in the lock down unit I told her I was leaving and moving to Northern California....with all the courage I could muster I said, "I only have one thing to say to you. Lady if you don't get your shit together, you're gonna die, and I don't want to stick around to see that happen"
She turned, having not looked at me prior to my statement, and said, "you'll regret having ever spoken to your mother in that manner". I said, "Give me a break"!

She died of acute alcoholism 3 months later.

A waisted life. She was a really cool and fun and witty lady. Classy too....and an addict
I did and do love her dearly and miss having her in my life throughout these years.....she died,

11/21/78 @ 53

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