Are you a musturbator? Perhaps you have a “friend” who thinks they might suffer from musturbation? Maybe you are just curious about musturbation and would like to know more. Musturbation? Hmm… Does it sound familiar but you can’t quite put your finger on it? Don’t worry, you’re in safe hands.
Anyone interested in musturbation should get themselves along to a god-fearing AA meeting. Upstanding members of AA are often to be found musturbating quite openly in public. With the benefit of this handy guide you’ll be able to spot them.
Musturbation, you might be surprised to learn, starts with the ears. As you enter the church meeting room you are likely to hear a steady drum beat, a thump-thump-thump-thump. This is the sound of the headboard of the Steps banging against the wall of addiction. It makes a kind of tom-tom, beating sound – will those drums never stop? Nope. They probably won’t.
Here’s a classic example:
“Here are the steps we took, which are suggested as a program of recovery:”
I am a native speaker of English. The meaning of the word “suggested” seems pretty clear to me. It seems very clear, in fact, that a “suggestion” is distinct from a “rigid requirement”. Wrong. An enthusiastic musturbator once defined suggestion in the following manner:
“Yeah, well… it says “suggestion”… but that’s like saying when you jump out of a plane it is “suggested” that you pull the string on your parachute…”.
This invaluable insight was followed by the furrowing of his bushy eyebrows in obvious disapproval. He knew me to be a notorious and un-aplogetic heretic. I did try to invite him to consider potential weaknesses in his analogy. But I didn’t try very hard. There is no First Amendment to the AA constitution. Freedom of speech, logic and critical thinking are not welcome. You are there to believe, not to think. Such behaviour, thinking, is clearly “grandiose” and an obvious sign that a relapse is on the cards. Somewhere in, “The Pilgrim’s Progress” by John Bunyan, the character Christian says:
“His house is as empty of religion as the white of an egg is of savor.”
You’re damn right it is, pal, and that is how it will remain.
Dr Albert Ellis, the founder of Rational Emotive Behavioural Therapy and a most remarkable man, coined the term “musturbation”. What he had in mind was the tendency we have to encumber ourselves, others and the world in general with rigid demands. You must “do service” or your recovery will be at risk. You must! During lockdown, other pedestrians must keep two metres away from me or they must roast in hell. They should know better! What is wrong with these people? After all, they must have heard about the pandemic on the news, inconsiderate idiots. They should be like me, considerate, scrupulously courteous.
Similarly, when viewed through the goggles of the musturbator, the following is no longer a suggestion,
“Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him.”
But wait, there’s good news. They’re willing to make allowances for those difficult people who take a perverse pleasure in being awkward,
“You don’t have to call it, god, Charles…”
Gee, thanks. That makes all the difference. Can I call “it” Brian, like the dog in Family Guy? What if I call “it” Brittney Spears? William Shakespeare once said that,
“A rose by another name would smell as sweet.”
So what’s in a name? Yep, the fellows of faith are happy for me to call “it” Brittney Spears just as long as underneath the name “it” bears some kind of resemblance to the Judaeo-Christian sky dude. You probably know the guy I mean.
“A group of drunks!”
No. I will not call “it” a group of drunks!
“Good Orderly Direction!”
No. Check the back of my head for a zip, if you like, but I won’t call it Good Orderly Direction.
“Grow or die…?”
Listen, if you keep this up, “it” won’t end well. Cut me a bit of slack here, Christian. I waggeth not my finger at thee, nor by night nor by day… Gimme a break. I’m an atheist, not an imbecile.
This fixation on g.o.d. is a bit of a giveaway, is it not? It really sticks out. It can be anything you like, just as long as there’s a g.o.d. in it, just as long as it sounds like god. This is a rigid, inflexible demand. This is what intolerance sounds like. This is how to underline division. They demand I have some kind of god, even if god is disguised as Brian Griffin, a well-known d.o.g. For the righteous musturbator, the atheist must be mistaken, she must be deluded, they must be confused. For the musturbator, the atheist must be a potential believer, a misguided fool, a believer-in-waiting. A Roman Catholic priest once said to me:
“I knew an atheist once – but he saw sense!”
Ho, ho, ho! Oh, how we laughed! Bless you, father. I believe this was a sincere attempt, on his part, at humorous banter. How to relax your atheist friends at parties:
“Don’t worry about the god thing!” they cry, cheerfully.
They just don’t get it, do they? I don’t think they can. I don’t think there’s any point expecting them to. I don’t think they have it in them to get it. People have said these things to me with total sincerity. They really thought they were helping.
Ellis talks about “making yourself miserable with Jehovian commands”. Hear ye, people of the one book, people of the one true way, not everyone views the Big Book as a revealed text, an object of veneration and wonder, every syllable of which must be pored over as the originalist judge pores over the U.S. Consitution.
I’ve been miserable enough, thank you, through alcohol, without saddling myself with quasi-Christian commandments. My fellow Scot, Mr Billy Connolly, made some interesting points following the ill-advised terrorist attack on Glasgow Airport in 2007. One of the things he said was,
“Never trust anyone who only has one book!”
You’ll guess who he had in mind, but does it remind you of another group of fundamentalists?
I hesitate to paraphrase Dr. Ellis. No doctor has done more to alleviate human suffering. The broad concept here is that a more flexible, we might say compassionate, approach to ourselves and others may lead to a better chance of sustained sobriety.