Just thinking of the question of why I drank.
I loved the lift it gave me. I was terrified of ending up like my father, so for my early adult life, I steered away from alcohol. When I did drink, even a small amount, it would make me very happy and exuberant and then violently ill.
My friends would encourage me to drink. I became a one woman show and the entertainment would start. They would sneak Cointreau into my coke and wait for the effects to set in. I became known as the, "one pot screamer".
I am a shy person, so being surrounded by people who found you funny was just too much of a re-enforcement.
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