Getting my alcoholic husband to admit he was an alcoholic was impossible. Part of the reason was because no one knew he had a problem, he wasn’t a falling down drunk. It’s exasperating trying to convince someone they need help, when they’re getting by, going to work, keeping up appearances, every day another lie.
High-functioning alcoholics have that ability. I take umbrage with that label, a more accurate term would be low-visibility.
My heart goes out to those battling addiction, but it is their loved ones whose pain I feel most. Through no fault of their own, their lives have been decimated as they walk an impossible line between aiding and enabling. Persuading a high-functioning alcoholic to get help is rife with challenges because the alcoholic fights you with seemingly irrefutable evidence. Living with an alcoholic is hell, living with a high-functioning alcoholic is hell on steroids.