Stealing

on Wednesday, 21 November 2012. Posted in Voices in Recovery, Breaking News

Stealing Addiction

By Anonymous

My first addiction was stealing. I remember being 5 years old and stuffing a Mars bar down my pants. I walked out of the store with my step-mom and it slid down my leg onto the pavement. She had me bring the chocolate bar back to the cashier. I was humiliated and ashamed.

But that didn’t stop me. I stole again.

When I was nine I was brought home in the back of the police car for stealing another chocolate bar and pink ballet tights. My dad gave me a spanking.

I was arrested when I was nineteen for stealing Clearasil at Walgreen’s in Miami. I spent the night in the downtown jail.

I was arrested again at twenty-nine for stealing a pair of Lucky Brand jeans at Bloomingdales at The Beverly Center.

I felt entitled.

It was also my way of escaping from whatever I was feeling.

An uncomfortable emotion would come up and I’d run to Ralph’s and stuff unpaid-for cupcakes into my mouth, or trays of fake lobster in the aisles and I’d hide the empty remnants behind the toilet paper.

I hated myself for this behavior but I couldn’t stop. It wasn’t until I got sober, in the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous, where an addiction to alcohol led me, that I stopped stealing.

I never thought it was possible. To pay for what I wanted, to walk out of the store and be able to look the checker in the eye, to not hate myself, to learn to love myself in a way that I never thought possible.

Today I am able to sit with those uncomfortable emotions. It is not easy. I have to watch myself. But sobriety has given me the tools to live the kind of life I’ve always wanted to live.

To not steal and learn to live in a sober way with dignity and grace is incredibly rewarding.


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