God, I remember being forced to go to an outpatient program when I was 18. My parents made me go after I got drunk at school, but I didn't get in trouble at school. I was the youngest one in the group, there were people a couple of years older than me, but they were addicted to oxycontin and everyone else were alcoholics.
When people would talk about their problems I would feel bad for them, some were dying, some had lost their wives/families, some had no money, been to jail and were all around pretty bad off. When they made me speak (yes, made) I told them I was there because my parents made me come and if I didn't I couldn't get my driver's license. They asked me what I would do if I didn't have any booze, I told them "nothing", what the hell could I do? They wanted me to be an alcoholic so bad that I couldn't believe some of the things they were trying to get me to admit. Apparently if you're in the program you must be an alky.
Whenever I got shit faced I still went to work the next day, sometime I got shitty during work. Got sent home a few times, but thats the only way I could stand working there.