Alcohol and Addiction
Wow Aquamarine, you actually made me slow down and think. I started drinking in the late 60s. My parents either were going to a cocktail party or having one on the weekends. I don't remember anyone ever acting like they were drunk, merely a little happier than usual. I liked my parents that way, they were more fun to be around.
I always knew, from my mother, that drinking a lot was not "a good thing." But that was it. No watch out, you'll end up like your grandfather (who I only met once at a very young age) and was said to be an "alcoholic," whatever that meant at the time to me.
My high school boyfriend got a hold of some beer and I had one that lasted all evening. I remember that very clearly for some reason, and it tasted bad. After that, in college and beyond, I drank some when other people I was with did. No big deal. Then I started getting really bad anxiety attacks at work. One day I came home from a really bad day at work and a friend made me a hot toddy (whiskey, sugar, hot water) and magically, the anxiety was gone. I've never forgotten that! Such relief. So on it went and the more I drank.
Opps, almost turned into "My Story." Sorry. So no, no one ever told me about what would happen. Even if they had, I very much doubt it would've stopped me. Commercials on TV or in magazines never affected me. It's all been my responsibility.....mine alone. Hanging around people who drank didn't help, but again, they didn't "force" me to drink.
Thanks for reading this and your question really brought up some memories. I think the memories are a "good thing."
Wow Aquamarine, you actually made me slow down and think. I started drinking in the late 60s. My parents either were going to a cocktail party or having one on the weekends. I don't remember anyone ever acting like they were drunk, merely a little happier than usual. I liked my parents that way, they were more fun to be around.
I always knew, from my mother, that drinking a lot was not "a good thing." But that was it. No watch out, you'll end up like your grandfather (who I only met once at a very young age) and was said to be an "alcoholic," whatever that meant at the time to me.
My high school boyfriend got a hold of some beer and I had one that lasted all evening. I remember that very clearly for some reason, and it tasted bad. After that, in college and beyond, I drank some when other people I was with did. No big deal. Then I started getting really bad anxiety attacks at work. One day I came home from a really bad day at work and a friend made me a hot toddy (whiskey, sugar, hot water) and magically, the anxiety was gone. I've never forgotten that! Such relief. So on it went and the more I drank.
Opps, almost turned into "My Story." Sorry. So no, no one ever told me about what would happen. Even if they had, I very much doubt it would've stopped me. Commercials on TV or in magazines never affected me. It's all been my responsibility.....mine alone. Hanging around people who drank didn't help, but again, they didn't "force" me to drink.
Thanks for reading this and your question really brought up some memories. I think the memories are a "good thing."
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