I cant remember
if I ever asked for help during my active drinking days but I did mention the abuse that was inflicted on me to my step-mother (she is not actually my real step mother, its a very long story) although I was in blackout at the time.
I knew I was asking for help as far as my addictions were concerned.
I eventually got sober something I had been trying to do for nigh on thirty years, when all of a sudden reality checked in and I discovered and eventually accepted that I did indeed suffer abuse (including rape) at the hands of a large group of men with similar tastes in adolescent boys during the 1970's. All of my abusers saw themselves as gay and brainwashed me that I was either gay or at the least bisexual, that screwed me up for years. I hasten to add that I am definately not a homophobe.
I asked for help about two years ago and have been having therapy for about 17 months and am I getting any better? I have no idea but I can cry now without a bottle of vodka sloshing around my system, so something is happening.
And all that was left was hope