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Honestly the people I made in rehab did not stay clean nor did I.
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Meeting s.o. In rehab
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Jean-Paul
Bluelighter
yeah..."rehab romance".
lol, my mood swings around that time. like nothing i have ever experienced. at the same time i was compulsively shoplifting. so as i pulled some pillow i stole out of a hotel lounge waiting for some random event the fancy black christian ladies wanted to invite us rehab tards to attend. i proceeded to win nothing in some sort of game at a table with food on it. that is all my memory retains. too much jesus talk. many fabulous church hats. i assume my glaring white skin and attire compelled the lord satan to repel good luck, i won no prizes of shitty jewelry or jesus stuff but the mens sock trousers from the gift shop fit well as over the knees. so. i pulled that pillow from this rehab field trip out. my "roommate" there was talking at me. somewhere around this time she said something or i did, that was taken great offense to. i ended up in the most hood, ratchet, i don't even know what the fuck kind of thing came over me catfight i have ever experienced. no actual hitting but we had to leave. hmm hmm. she's the only hood girl i got to know in those places who didn't like me and vice versa right off the bat. i mean unless they were white. or old scary bull dykes. so. i didn't do so well at making the friendz who were girls and spent more time smoking/drawing/listening to music. i drew the attention of the resident guyslut romancing seducing sensitive musician blah blah cliche but rly kinda creepy.(all right maybe he did look genuinely hurt the last time i saw him and i rejected him but i couldn't say anything in my defense or at all at the end =|)
only black guy i've ever fallen for. darel i dated off and on and he was into...kinkier sex than i was. but he was fun and creative and had good shoes and was funny and could cut women's hair (at least he did a rad shave on the side of my head when i did that stupid thing) but even he was yeah. it wasn't romantic. it was like. oh i see you like cocaine and alcohol all night would you like to have sex with me and perhaps fall in love with me i would like maybe something like you around, and i did not fall in love. nope. i went home feeling sketch and OCD coke comedown and also slightly freaked the fucked out by things. things. the end of that saga.
something very bad happened in my life while i was in rehab with guitar prettyboy. we were in outpatient. he asked me what I wanted. those words.
WHAT...I...WANTED. well, i had something in mind.
so we went and got our stuff and departed island happy good brainwash and hitched a ride and i stumbled around in the sun feeling quite nice hoping i just looked drunk. taking in the charm of the tacky old mcdonalds chairs that swivel back and forth, the artful interior of the coffee shop where the guy is knocking on the door telling us to gtfo. the boho-chic, rustic dumpster behind the custom t-shirt shop. the crazy crackhead from rehab he thought we should stop by to say hello, he had some kindly company who likened to see if i'd like to disrobe for her boyfriend, who was clearly her pimp and she was clearly a prossie with more goo in the head than gray matter. we did have to ditch that scene. it was finally, finally too sketch.
stole some nail decals with mod flowers on them that day. he took one look and said "you are turning hood". i decided to put one on each middle finger and throw the rest away.
last time i used was new years, with him. back when we were in the midwest. he's in texas now, somewhere, playing guitar and hustling girls. better not call any of them ella.
lol, my mood swings around that time. like nothing i have ever experienced. at the same time i was compulsively shoplifting. so as i pulled some pillow i stole out of a hotel lounge waiting for some random event the fancy black christian ladies wanted to invite us rehab tards to attend. i proceeded to win nothing in some sort of game at a table with food on it. that is all my memory retains. too much jesus talk. many fabulous church hats. i assume my glaring white skin and attire compelled the lord satan to repel good luck, i won no prizes of shitty jewelry or jesus stuff but the mens sock trousers from the gift shop fit well as over the knees. so. i pulled that pillow from this rehab field trip out. my "roommate" there was talking at me. somewhere around this time she said something or i did, that was taken great offense to. i ended up in the most hood, ratchet, i don't even know what the fuck kind of thing came over me catfight i have ever experienced. no actual hitting but we had to leave. hmm hmm. she's the only hood girl i got to know in those places who didn't like me and vice versa right off the bat. i mean unless they were white. or old scary bull dykes. so. i didn't do so well at making the friendz who were girls and spent more time smoking/drawing/listening to music. i drew the attention of the resident guyslut romancing seducing sensitive musician blah blah cliche but rly kinda creepy.(all right maybe he did look genuinely hurt the last time i saw him and i rejected him but i couldn't say anything in my defense or at all at the end =|)
only black guy i've ever fallen for. darel i dated off and on and he was into...kinkier sex than i was. but he was fun and creative and had good shoes and was funny and could cut women's hair (at least he did a rad shave on the side of my head when i did that stupid thing) but even he was yeah. it wasn't romantic. it was like. oh i see you like cocaine and alcohol all night would you like to have sex with me and perhaps fall in love with me i would like maybe something like you around, and i did not fall in love. nope. i went home feeling sketch and OCD coke comedown and also slightly freaked the fucked out by things. things. the end of that saga.
something very bad happened in my life while i was in rehab with guitar prettyboy. we were in outpatient. he asked me what I wanted. those words.
WHAT...I...WANTED. well, i had something in mind.
so we went and got our stuff and departed island happy good brainwash and hitched a ride and i stumbled around in the sun feeling quite nice hoping i just looked drunk. taking in the charm of the tacky old mcdonalds chairs that swivel back and forth, the artful interior of the coffee shop where the guy is knocking on the door telling us to gtfo. the boho-chic, rustic dumpster behind the custom t-shirt shop. the crazy crackhead from rehab he thought we should stop by to say hello, he had some kindly company who likened to see if i'd like to disrobe for her boyfriend, who was clearly her pimp and she was clearly a prossie with more goo in the head than gray matter. we did have to ditch that scene. it was finally, finally too sketch.
stole some nail decals with mod flowers on them that day. he took one look and said "you are turning hood". i decided to put one on each middle finger and throw the rest away.
last time i used was new years, with him. back when we were in the midwest. he's in texas now, somewhere, playing guitar and hustling girls. better not call any of them ella.
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Yes, bad idea to look for a SO in rehab. Now if your happen to meet a chick that enjoys sucking your dick inbetween lunch and group therapy go for it. Just keep it strictly sexual, avoid the relationship part, and don't go in there "looking" for anything.
phatass
Bluelighter
IME very difficulet for it to work, even though at first you both pull eachother upwards, then on the outside in my case in my case i was doing bad when she was doing ok, then i got clean and she relapsed big time, it's strange, then your relationship turns into you being 50% boyfriend 50% nurse, psychologist and doc... We were warned by the staff, that it would not be easy, and that there was a large chance that things would not work out, from their past experience of seeing couples forming in rehab.
At first everything was wonderful, it goes so fast, you get to spend so much time together, and really learn about eachother, and sharing the difficulty of addiction, and at that time, the desire to be rid of the enslavement of x or y substance, you are bound to have a lot in common, you pull eachother upwards, and trust the other person and fall in love very fast for those reasons (in my case). However you are sheltered from the "real world" and in a sort of "cocoon", things get complicated on the outside.
I'm not saying it's imposssible for it to work out, but unfortunately unlikely.
At first everything was wonderful, it goes so fast, you get to spend so much time together, and really learn about eachother, and sharing the difficulty of addiction, and at that time, the desire to be rid of the enslavement of x or y substance, you are bound to have a lot in common, you pull eachother upwards, and trust the other person and fall in love very fast for those reasons (in my case). However you are sheltered from the "real world" and in a sort of "cocoon", things get complicated on the outside.
I'm not saying it's imposssible for it to work out, but unfortunately unlikely.
bennyZA
Bluelighter
If you're serious about recovery that is the worst idea possible.
I agree with this. You are supposed to be there to work on yourself I believe that hooking up or becoming a couple doesn't alow you to do what you went there for. It is a time that you have to be selfish.
BlueHues
Bluelighter
^If you check yourself into rehab, obviously you're having some major issues in your life...It's always seemed ridiculous to me that anyone would think it's a good idea to get into a relationship with another person who's life is falling apart as well...fucking brilliant idea! Even getting in a relationship with a normal person is a bad idea when you're trying to get clean/sober...
However, there's a lot of people who end up getting court ordered to long-term rehab who don't even want to be there...If that's the the case I can understand wanting to get laid or have some communication with the opposite sex....I hate the way rehabs act like "This is serious business, anything fun isn't allowed at all! You have to spend 24 hours a day focusing on your recovery!"...I was in a rehab that didn't even allow newspapers or non-recovery books...Places like that, it's even more likely that people are gonna end up having sex in the laundry room IMO
However, there's a lot of people who end up getting court ordered to long-term rehab who don't even want to be there...If that's the the case I can understand wanting to get laid or have some communication with the opposite sex....I hate the way rehabs act like "This is serious business, anything fun isn't allowed at all! You have to spend 24 hours a day focusing on your recovery!"...I was in a rehab that didn't even allow newspapers or non-recovery books...Places like that, it's even more likely that people are gonna end up having sex in the laundry room IMO