Can someone suggest a metaphor that can describe how one could be oblivious to a situation, such as alcoholism

Question

and drug addiction. I am trying to describe how I could be blind to a situation in reference to alcoholism and drug addiction. Please give me some ideas.

Answer 1

living in a fog. Focusing on the trees and not the forest. Not seeing the elephant in the room.

Answer 2

Not a metaphor, but this is the latest teen addiction in 2005/2006.

My daughter said not to worry. My daughter said she was fine, just fine living with her dad. My daughter said no problem when I said I wanted her to come to my 2nd appointment because they're afraid it's cancer. My daughter said ok she'd come with me swimming and to the 2nd cancer appointment, when I said I have to go swimming to get rid of the stress after my 2nd cancer appointment.

I saw the scars, I saw plenty of scars, my daughter said not to worry. My daughter said cutting/slashing herself is no more a problem because she perfectly cured herself at 16. My daughter showed me another area this summer of the cutting/slashing.

Four days later I sat outside of family court in Pennsylvania for 2 and 1/2 hours to get a court appointment. The local female judge said cutting/slashing of teens is not an immediate emergency problem so I could wait another 2 months to go before the judge.

The Judge agreed that she is now court ordered into counseling and must see her pediatrician every 30 days for the first 90 days to make sure she doesn't have new, fresh cuts and scars.

My daughter screamed and yelled at me because she's just fine at her father's. She's fine in counseling for the first month, and is perfectly cured.

Ok, so let's all believe this after we read the book, The Bright Red Scream, which labels this an addiction just like all addictions. This plus the 3 others I read, say you cannot cure this ever, and it stays for the rest of your life, everytime you get in a bad place, the attraction to the addiction comes back.

My daughter never called me since October 2006 the day the Judge ordered counseling, and that's no Thanksgiving, and now it's December 10th,2006. No calls, nothing.

My daughter is now punishing me for what she chose to do to herself.
My daughter chose to live with her father.
My daughter disclosed her father abused her.
My daughter then said he did not abuse her after 2 years of telling people he did.
My daughter gives him her college money so she can live with him.
My daughter is perfectly cured.

What's wrong with this picture?

I have forgiven her for her choice of not wanting a mother. I have been cursed at, spit at, punched, hit and finally I said I have 3 doors, so use one.
I choose not to be a victim. I have stopped calling her. I am a mother, mostly brokenhearted, who chooses to go on with life. I will survive. I will be a better person regardless of other's choices that are mean spirited toward me.

GOD smiles at us and then laughs and laughs, as there's nothing new under the sun.

GOD bless.
MBA - Boston Univ.
CPA - retired

Answer 3

The years of leaning heavily on my crutch had worn its base to the point of a needle, piercing the surface, which held it fast like glue. Yet still I persisted in pulling it free so I could return to the solitary, warm asylum of its embrace.

Answer 4

You could use the term intoxicated.

Answer 5

rose-colored glasses