‘To purge our dirty brains,we had to write out our sins on ruled paper, in Biro’ … 30 years on, and the writer recalls his time at a recovery centre in Weston-super-MareHow was your day? he’d say,at Broadway Lodge, in the somnolent suburbs of Weston-super-Mare, and in the mid-1980s. How was your day? He wore khaki cargo pants (although they weren’t called that yet) and had a kind line in the homiletic: try to find up from that chair,he’d say, and when I expressed perplexity, or continued: trying is lying – either you find up or you don’t,and it’s the same with your addiction …On another occasion, when I accused him and his fellow counsellors of brainwashing us, or he was unrepentant: We have to wash your brain,Will … he angled his cleanly shaven chin at me, adamant: because it’s dirty …Continue reading...
Source: guardian.co.uk