Last May 24 I celebrated my first year of sobriety in SA right here in the peaceful and beautiful hidden valley of my mountain home. In the morning I said a sincere prayer of thanksgiving to God for every day of progressive victory over lust in the year that has passed so swiftly and gently. Then, I thought of the kindness and love I received from SA through the year.

Life is so very full and it’s just a matter of showing up and being a part of and being of service. Lust is cunning, baffling and powerful and tricky, too, but if I just do as I think the Higher Power would have me do and thoroughly rely on him, everything turns out OK.

It is a deep sense of joy and gratitude that accompanies this letter. I have been part of the Regina SA group for over three years and my life has been so changed and enriched. I have my sobriety, I have found friends and I have a safe place to go when I am afraid. The group is doing quite well.

I mentioned in my letter two weeks ago that I would like to approach the Seattle Friday night SA fellowship about acting as a liaison between our group and Central Office. Well I submitted the idea to them at last night’s meeting and asked that they consider it for a week, discuss it at a brief business meeting and then decide the matter by group conscience.

In May, we cut the percentage of what we send to the Central Office in order to free up money for some outreach. Our projects, however, are already increasing our returns. The increase enclosed reflects the increase in attendance on the last week in June. This is because that meeting was the first of the “All Groups SA Unity Speakers Meetings” we’ve begun for the last Saturday of the month.

In the past, the Essay newsletter has been sent free of charge to anyone who requests it, and the Oversight Committee recommends that we continue that policy. However, the committee asks that each member who receives the Essay and who can afford to do so, make a voluntary donation of $10 per year to cover the increased costs of printing and mailing.

The Politically Correct Policeman (PCP), loosely defined, is a fellowship junky who considers it his job to flag anything in the literature or at meetings that might embarrass newcomers, minorities, or women. The idea is that no one gets offended. Currently I’m in my 10th year of recovery from Politically Correct Policeman-ship in 12-Step fellowships.

(The following is an extract from a talk given by Roy K. at the Socio-Psychosomatic Clinic in Bad Herrenalb, Germany, in November 1985. Roy’s audience consisted primarily of members of 12-Step Fellowships.)

It happened again. Those two simple words “I’m sorry” did their miracle. Two words so simple but so hard to say. An immediate change, from night to day, from misconnection to connection, from resentment to love, after just two simple words. It amazes me every time it works, as if it’s a totally new concept. Why shouldn’t it work? How can two such simple words do such a powerful healing?

Among many other gifts, SA hands me the most wonderful toolkit to use in recovery. The essential tools are meetings and telephone calls, working the Steps and Traditions, and contact with God as I understand Him. A daily contract for sobriety and a gratitude list are two other important tools. I generally use them only once a day. There is one tool, however, which I estimate I use 20 to 30 times every day and night. That is prayer.

I have now been released from prison and am very happy to be back to my SA group in Kansas City again. I now have 26 months’ sobriety and it feels great to have a choice of whether I want to act out or not (which I don’t want to today), and remembering that it’s for today only. Tomorrow will be today when it comes and I will ask my Higher Power (God) to help me stay sober for that day only.

I received the materials you sent last month and I wanted to write and thank you for sending them. Does SA have something like a Pen Pal Program between those in SA? It would help if I had someone from SA on the outside to help me get started in the fellowship in these early months.

I was disappointed to find that there is no SA here, but I expect to meet with the institution’s sex offender group next week and perhaps I may find persons interested in starting SA here.

Even though my work schedule does not allow me to be available for regular group service, I do ask to lead meetings whenever I am there. I “fill up” on meetings when I am home. At work overseas, the time is spent studying the Steps and developing my relationship with God. The fact that SA works in spite of such a schedule is a testament to the power of the Twelve Steps.

We remain small with 6–8 regular members. It got kind of bleak over the winter when there often were only two of us at a meeting. However, we continue to draw new people. Many of them don’t return, but some do and that’s encouraging. The sharing is good and sobriety continues to grow — one day at a time.

Another quarter has passed and the Portland Thursday group is still alive and well. This past quarter enjoyed celebrations of two annual sobriety anniversaries: one year in January and four years in February. Cake never tasted so good! Attendance averages 12–16 people with newcomers every week.

At the San Diego International Conference business meeting, the Central Office Oversight Committee reported that the committee meets monthly by conference phone call. There have been nine such meetings. Each meeting has an agenda and is limited to one to one-and-a-half hours. The COOC has managed Central Office business since the departure of Roy K. as administrator.

The SA conference in San Diego gave me a strong sense of fellowship and a great hope for our future in recovery and growth. Something that struck me, however, was an experience which brought some questions to mind regarding our commitment to the Twelve Steps as an ongoing foundation for recovery.

After four months of living the SA way of accepting temptations which come and go in subtle forms, and trusting in the Lord of my understanding to “shield me from sudden misfortune,” I am glad to let you know I am progressing in victory over lust in my life. I look at every girl I encounter as God’s sacred and unique creation.

On December 28, 1990, I walked through the door of my first SA meeting. I had been brought to my knees by the disease of lust and sex addiction. I had used it to run from life and myself for 30 years. My time was up. I had tried to manage my life and could not. I was truly powerless. But that night turned out to be my homecoming. God was offering me one last chance, a path to the light. I accepted His offer. The war was over. I had lost.