Out of the Vortex: A Memoir
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Out of the Vortex: A Memoir by Amy Whitehouse follows the author's tragic and triumphant journey to recovery from the destructive vortex of family alcoholism. Heartbreak, joy and compassion interweave with humor and despair as Amy precariously and resolutely finds her way as a sole survivor to sobriety. With poignant images from the Whi
Amy Whitehouse
Amy Whitehouse grew up in Jacksonville, Florida, and received her M.A. degree in Family Therapy at the University of Florida. She currently lives in Scottsdale, Arizona, with her husband and two dogs, and escapes to Florida beaches each fall. Amy's twin passions are writing and painting. Her short stories have been published in Canyon Voices of Arizona State University, and in the literary journal Gravel. Her artwork can be viewed at AmyWhitehousePaintings.com.
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Out of the Vortex - Amy Whitehouse
In this heartbreakingly candid and brave memoir, Amy shares her journey to sobriety. Born into a family locked in the dark spiral of addiction, she struggles to find solid footing in an unstable home. This memoir offers hope to all those working toward recovery.
Susan Pohlman, Author Halfway to Each Other & A Time to Seek
Amid the huge oaks, the heat and the blinding sunshine of a Florida childhood, the author writes with equal strength, passion and piercing light, of the devastation of familial alcoholism... a beautifully crafted capture of loss, sadness and survival.
Alice Scott-Ferguson, Author Pausing in The Passing Places
This little gem reunites us with our past and sheds light on who we have become. I drifted between the stories and those of my own beginnings, crying and laughing all the way through.
Carol Ambrose-Critcher, Social Worker
An inspiring story of awareness and determination to escape past generations... a triumph of will and unwavering resolve to let nothing draw one back into the horrific self-destruction of the vortex.
C. Beeler Brush, Educator
For Benjamin, Rachel, Faith, and Katie
I love you
Author’s Note: Writing my memories down has helped me find a sense of clarity, even wholeness. My hope is that putting them together into an ordered sequence may inspire or comfort someone whose life is touched by addiction. In order to ensure privacy, I have changed a few names. The stories are accurate to the best of my recollection.
For the more haunted among us, only looking back at the past can permit it finally to become past.
—Mary Karr, The Art of Memoir
Vortex: A mass of fluid, especially of a liquid, having a whirling or circular motion tending to form a cavity or vacuum in the center of the circle, and to draw in towards the center bodies subject to its action [emphasis added]
Webster’s 1913
My people drank. In our home, drinking was as much a natural part of the day as brushing our teeth. I didn’t think much about it since my aunts, uncles, grandparents, and friends’ parents all drank, too. But every now and then I’d visit a friend whose family didn’t drink. Those homes were . . . different. Cleaner? Safer? I still remember the feeling of security I experienced in those different
homes. There was a sense of peace and calm that was lacking in my own. It didn’t feel like the other shoe was about to drop at any time. I was keen to return to those places as often and for as long as I could.
Still, our family seemed to be high-functioning. My dad was a respected and sought-after attorney. Mother, at one time, was president of the Women of the Church, for God’s sake.
By the time I got to high school I was making good grades, competing in piano competitions around the state, singing in the school choir, taking Communion on Sundays, and partying. I followed the example set before me.
As I grew into adulthood, I began to recognize alcoholism in my parents, my siblings, our extended family members.
But not in me.
Part 1
My Ordinary Life
1 • Safe
Soundtrack: Stevie Wonder, Don’t You Worry ‘Bout a Thing,
1973
I squinted against the dazzling Florida sun. I don’t wanna go,
I whined.
Daddy had just scooped me up from the beach where Mother and I were making sandcastles. He wanted to take me into the water. I was content to dig in the sand, hoping to reach China. Mother said if I dug deep enough, I would. I imagined a child in China digging too, our fingers eventually touching. Besides, I was terrified of the waves.
C’mon, we’ll just get our feet wet,
Dad said.
Noooo . . .
Don’t worry, I got ya,
Dad said as he hoisted me up on his bare shoulders. I loved it when I got to ride on his shoulders. He strode toward the water.
But I don’t wanna go.
I know, sweetheart, we’ll just go in a little way, and I won’t let you fall.
Don’t go deep!
He didn’t even pretend to drop me; he held on to my legs draped over his chest. From where I was perched up high, it seemed like the water went on forever. I pictured China at the far end of it. Hearing Dad’s feet splash as we entered that endless ocean, I looked down. The waves were rising higher on his legs and then whooshing away, coming back and whooshing away again and again. As we continued making our way out, I felt the spray reach my knees. I shivered at the sudden coldness, but the longer we were out there, the more I welcomed the water on my hot skin. Before I knew it, we were pretty deep. I was mesmerized by the in and out motion of the sea.
Wanna get in the ocean now?
Dad asked.
No . . .
But he slowly lowered me from his shoulders so that my feet just touched the top of the water. The rhythm of the waves soothed my anxiety. Soon I was ducking my face into the dark green mystery and laughing. My dad and I were happy. All was right with the world.
Baby Amy stands between her Mother and Dad on the beach, all looking into the distanceMother, Amy & Dad
Baby Amy sits in large backyard washtub and grins at cameraAmy
2 • My Tree
Soundtrack: James Taylor, You’ve Got a Friend,
1971
Sitting on the curb with my feet planted in the street, I was having a major pout.
The last time I’d stepped in the street, Mother had switched me with a tender shoot from a bush. But this time no one was at home, so no one could switch me. Everybody was at the hospital for the baby. I didn’t want a baby brother. Why did we need a baby anyway?
I started getting ants in my pants, worrying that Daddy and Mother might return any minute and see my feet touching the road, so I climbed up into my tree and waited for the blue Plymouth to chug down Fitch Street with my new brother, Chanslor.
Some kids get a treehouse, some a playhouse, but I had a tree. The camphor tree in front of our house was my hideout. Easy to climb into, my tree had large, cozy branches that I deemed rooms. One branch was the living room, one the bedroom, one the kitchen. I spent hours inspecting the shiny, waxy leaves, pulling them apart to feel the sticky fluid inside.
My friend Oke often joined me in the tree to play house. Though Daddy and Mother called Oke my imaginary friend,
she was good and true. I could count on Oke to be there when I needed her. Today I was too nervous to see Oke; the baby would be home soon.
My camphor tree
Portrait photo of Amy as very young girl with short hair, sitting with hands folded in lapAmy
3 • Early One Morning
Soundtrack: Hank Williams, I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry,
1949
Daddy parked the car on the street in front of the nursery school. As he was explaining that he had to get to work extra early, I looked out the window. It was darker than it normally was, and there was no one else around. It began to dawn on me that Daddy was leaving me at school early.
The teacher’s not here?
I asked.
She’ll be here soon,
he said. "I’ll walk