There is a reason why addiction is what it is. It really sticks to you like a leech and sucks all the happiness out of you. This is exactly what happened to my son. Before he stooped to the habit, he was an able, dynamic pursuer of martial arts and many other co-curricular activities. His professors were pleased by his academic performance and his co-curricular teachers were equally impressed by his potential. I still have no idea how he got a hang of this dreadful habit. It must have been his peers, for he had no other means of being attuned with alcohol. Desperate in my attempts to get him out of it, I rushed to the nearest consult in my area. The local consult turned out to be very laidback in his attitude and suggested that I got him into rehab instead of wasting time in his office. I walked out of the cabin hot headedly and determined to look for the best Chicago counselor for the purpose.
My husband was my strongest support in this trying phase. He dug up as many contacts as possible to get access to the best consult in the city. After a week of grueling search, we found a counseling center that housed a number of established counselors. We dropped a message on their website and to our surprise, the center responded on the same day. We took an appointment for the next day to fix our sessions. The challenging bit was to persuade John (my son) to come along. I was both flushed with pity as well as repulsion, seeing him in that constant state of hangover. I was less worried about his poor performance in school and more concerned about his overall wellbeing. I shared my grievances with the specialist, who patiently listened to my account of my son’s condition. It was only after he addressed John that I realized that he was in the same room as we all were. Silent and brooding all this time, John finally opened his mouth to mumble in response to the questions thrown at him.
At the end of the one-to-one questioning session, the vet asked my son to leave the room. The purpose was to discuss the possible therapies that would help him detoxify himself. He suggested a couple of individual and group therapies with different approaches to sensitize John against the habit. The cognitive-behavioral therapy seemed to make sense for long-term effects. It was important to stimulate the core of John’s unconscious mind, in order to get rid of whatever was bothering him. This session relieved me from the task of probing John to open up and discuss his issues. Initially, I had to follow up on his schedule and make it a point that he attended his therapy sessions from time to time. After one week, he started to ease out on the idea of therapeutic healing. It took him a year to come out of the habit completely, within which he battled his fears and his addictions rather well. For this, I am thankful to the counseling centre and the expert who catered to John’s psychological troubles.