I've realised recently just how normalised alcohol is in my family, and how desensitized I've become to it. I'm actually very lucky not to be an alcoholic I think, as theres much of that in my family. I used alcohol as a coping mechanism from age 11, dipping between drinking to cope and drinking socially. I know I need to be careful of it and it creeps up quickly. Pain pills are my drug of choice, but I cannot imagine a life without alcohol.
I cant remember a time when I didnt drink. Ever. At family parties age 8 or 9, drinking archers aqua which was given to me by family members. Being allowed alcopops like that for a while at parties, and from around age 12 having wkd and cider etc bought for me. I was also sneaking Malibu into school to cope. By age 15 I was drinking kost weekends at home. Mam saw it as acceptable, and actually encouraged me to drink at home so I would 'know my limita'. She allowed my friends to drink too, often without their parents consent, and was scathing afterwards about how they couldn't handle it. Age 15 me and her split a massive bottle of vodka, I hadnt really drank spirits in that quantity before and was sick all over the place. Mam was more concerned about me not knowing my limits,and it was something I actually took pride in, that I could handle my drink.
My extended family were no better. My mams cousin (I call them auntie and uncle), allowed his grandkids to drink glasses of cider from around age 6. They wrte allowed to drink small glasses or have some from his glass at around age 4. I personally didnt agree with that as I got older, but I was the odd one out.
Mam told me once how my uncle soaked my dummy in brandy when I was a baby as I was teething. I was sick everywhere and they called mam and apparently I was very unwell and was vomiting black stuff. I asked mam why she didnt take me to the hospital, she claims there was no need. I think it was more to do with questions being asked.
And no, none of this mitigate my choice to drink when I'm stressed or pissed off, knowing I'll find it hard to stop. This fact, and that mam used to dole out her tablets like sweets, does.not absolve me of responsibility for my opiate addiction. But it does go some way to showing how utterly fucked up my attitudes to alcohol are, in a way
Painkillers are my first choice but I recall a time I didnt use them. I know I can do it again. I literally cannot remember a time in my 25years on earth where I didnt drink. Its entrenched. And I cannot imagine a time when I never drink again
As. I said, alcohol isnt my first choice. My intake has gone up over lockdown but I do have some alcohol free nights, I never have more.than 3 wines a night max and many nights, like tonight, I leave it at one. But I know I need to be careful.
Is there any wonder that with a history like mine, I'm an addict?