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The Plant and Enmeshment


I’VE SEEN 28 DAYS, AND TALKED TO ENOUGH PATIENTS WITH ADDICTIONS TO KNOW THAT WHEN THEY’RE IN RECOVERY and can keep a plant alive, it’s a very good sign.  A person who can keep a plant alive is getting better.

And vice versa, if a person is trying to get sober but fails, so will the plant.  A very bad sign.

I think it’s so cool how this works.  A person’s going along, controlling the desire to drink or get high, then it happens, there’s a slip, a binge.

For addicted people, you know, a slip is generally going to be a binge.  People who like to drink to get high don’t stop at one.  Not my people, anyway.

So there’s a slip and over-indulgence, and some people will let a lot of things slide when that happens, in the process of getting back the equilibrium.  You can’t poison yourself and not feel lousy in the morning.  You forget to water the plant.  Maybe even curse the plant.

Now I, personally, have a caffeine addiction.  It’s not out of control, and I drink decaf all day long.  But if I don’t have 2-3 cups of half-caff in the morning, I can’t shake off sleep.

To a Jew, sleep is the enemy.  It’s a sign of non-productivity.  We’re here only a few short days, in the grand scheme of things.  You don’t want to miss them.

So either I get up first, or FD gets up first, and the first one up makes the coffee.  If it’s me, this is also the time to feed the fish, make lunches for us, too.  I have a college student around for awhile.  Students need food.

A good friend wrote me the other day to tell me how much she enjoyed having her 14 year old around, and how much she missed her other kids.  She really missed the ones who didn’t live in the city.  I had just posted on enmeshment, something we joke about.  It’s hard to love a kid and not want to take away his autonomy.  He might want to leave you if he has autonomy, make that irrational decision to move out on his own.

Yes, that’s a joke.

There’s an association, you know, between addictions and enmeshment.  Many alcoholics live in the same building, same home, as their parents.  Indeed, they don’t leave home.  Not ever.

Why should they?  Home is the place for beers.

I’ve said before that the definition of a heroin addict is a person who uses then comes home to sleep (meaning home to Mom).  She never lets him sleep out in the park in the rain.

But she should.

So moms who are raising kids have a responsibility to push independence.  Addiction and dependence are not casually related.  It’s all one and the same and the thread weaves through every action, every relationship.

It would be so nice if we could simply not water our plants, if they would grow without our help, without our attention.

But I have to tell you.  There’s no greater feeling than seeing them happy, admiring those green leaves.  And you see, you can enmesh your plants, with no dire consequences.

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14 Responses to “ The Plant and Enmeshment ”

  1. Mama MPJ

    Uh oh. My husband and I still can’t keep plants alive!

  2. vicariousrising

    My son tried to claim child abuse when we sent him to sleepaway camp for a week this summerfor the first time. He’s 13. He also wants a dog badly. Maybe I should buy him a plant first.

    This is an interesting post. My parents hated what they deemed my excessive independence and I married before graduating college for a legitimate reason (in their eyes) to leavetheir home. Yet I still managed to become an alcoholic after I moved out on my own. I think it had to do with poor coping skills. Funnily enough, I was a drunk with a rather nice garden.

  3. Chris Mecham

    My plants are doing great. My cat adores me almost as much as I adore here. If only I could take as good care of myself. I’m trying to remind myself to progress, rather than beat myself up about it.

  4. therapydoc

    That takes a little more thought, much harder.

  5. Chris Mecham

    And a little more effort. And a little more willingness. And a little more honesty. I keep reminding myself of what Dori says in Finding Nemo. “Keep on swimming, swimming, swimming. What do we do? We swim.”

  6. Chris Mecham

    P.s. My first plant died.

  7. Lou

    Hey, Doc, I’m feeling you wrote about the heroin & the rain & enmeshment just for me. I’m wishing I had got a shrink degree instead of sitting around watching all those episodes of I Love Lucy. Maybe I wouldn’t be in this mess now:)
    Really, this post is a tremendous help to me & others like me.

  8. Alix

    Hmmm. I remember getting paid by my neighbor in the height of my using, to plant her a garden. It took me all day. I was totally wasted. Now days it would probably take me 2 hours tops to do it. And I would FEEL it. I would recognize that I was working with a living thing, because I’ve recognized that I’M a living thing to be cared for as well.
    I nervously kept my eye on the garden and thankfully it grew.

    I’ve noticed that my relationship with my dog improved after I stopped using. He couldn’t help but be involved. People always over, up late, ignoring him…..

    He’s my plant. He’s thriving!
    Great post

  9. therapydoc

    You folks are wonderful.

  10. therapydoc

    Alix, did you put in the plant? I just noticed. Thanks! I used to grow avocado trees (still do,but they’re huge and have a life of their own).

  11. Alix

    Hee hee. No, a lady by the name of Ginger enhances the blogs with photos!

  12. Cat

    I am going to buy my husband a plant!

  13. mbshore

    Oh, Christ. That’s what my daughter’s therapist has been trying to tell us. ‘She’s not brushing her own teeth???’ She’s seven and i worry she’s not getting all the cracks and crevices, so i do a little touch up after she absently wisks the brush by her half-baby half-big girl bicuspids. But you see, i grew up in a house where our mother’s biggest fear, which she shared with us often, was that we would become dependent on her. No worries there. No one stayed past 17 in that house. But i digress; i’m learning that there’s somewhere in between wiping my child’s snot and looking the other way as she leaves for the neighbor’s to find her own tissue. Thanks for joining our merry little crew of writers. You are a welcome addition. :)

  14. therapydoc

    Right, some parents over do it with the independence thing. It’s a fine art, a balance, this parenting, mostly hit or miss and lots and lots of luck.

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