Before my friend Dave had ever stepped into a meeting room(NA/AA) or sought outside help(rehab) he had a preconceived notion that this was the way weak people(pussies for lack of a better word) had to deal with their self made problems. Anyone with an ounce of willpower, or inner strength would never have to resort to these recovery tools. They were filled with a bunch of junkies and alcoholics of the worst ilk. They were so far down the food chain that they probably lived under bridges, or in shanty towns. If you had to resort to this kind of help you were so far gone that more than likely you could never make it back.
After successfully abstaining from his drug of choice for several months(key words are "drug of choice") Dave ignorantly thought he was cured, he didn't have a problem anymore. It didn't matter that all the things he had read on DF about members successfully getting clean all had one thing in common, that is some form of active recovery. That means you can't just abstain, you have to change behavior, seek different approaches to life, do things differently, whether on your own or through some sort of program, or a combination of all of the above. Dave thought he was different, this shit didn't apply to him, hell he was already better.
Dave couldn't have been more fucking wrong. Before long he was back to his old games, doing the same shit that got him to the point where he felt he needed to make a positive change. This time he was at a loss, he found he couldn't do this alone(turns out he was the weak one). He enrolled in IOP(intensive outpatient treatment),and after going to a couple nights of treatment found himself standing outside of a church basement watching all the so called "pussies" go into the NA meeting room. He stood there wondering what he could expect in there. After all he was different than them. Dave went in, sat down and listened. Holy shit, these people are no different than Dave! Some are bums, sure, but for the most part they were indistinguishable from Dave, or most of the people Dave knew. Who would have thunk it? Dave sits and listens the first few times, doesn't share, but that's ok, he feels better just being around these people that are for the most part just like him. Dave isn't special it turns out, just a douche for thinking he's better than these wonderful caring(and hugging LOL) junkies.
On about his 5th or 6th time in the room, he finally spoke up. He told everyone about his preconceived feelings about the rooms and the people that inhabited them. He expected a shitstorm, but actually got alot of laughs, and an outpouring of love and support. Turns out most people that Dave met there had similar feelings at first, and they welcomed him like a long lost brother.
Dave can only say that his feelings about the rooms of NA have changed dramatically, and for now he has found a home where he is not only welcome, but he feels genuinely needed.