By the end of my drinking career, I could be in a bar full of people and feel completely alone. I blacked out so often during the seventeen years that I abused alcohol that it is a wonder that any brain cells were still intact. I stopped using alcohol back in 1988.Two years after I stopped drinking, the memories of the sexual abuse came back to me. I was in group therapy dealing with sexual issues that had [or at least I thought at the time] nothing to do with sexual abuse. There was a Catholic priest in the group. One thing we were asked to do was to refrain from any sexual activity for some ninety days. From what I understood at the time, it was a way therapists used to uncover things in their patients sexual past. I was at home, relaxing on the back patio when the memories came back. I felt like that twelve year old altar boy, standing outside the Church in a total state of shock. The following week at the , I talked about the abuse. The following week, the priest left group