I posted early on and then disappeared, because as soon as my stomach bug resolved I felt that I 'deserved' a glass of wine, having gone without for five days.
So, there's that.
And now, I'm spending far too much time and mental energy thinking about this issue, do I drink too much, am I - you know, the A word - should I stop, etc etc etc.
It's like dieting, for me. As soon as I tell myself that I'm going to watch it, alcohol becomes this forbidden substance, and I start thinking of ways to have a drink without anyone knowing; when the reality is that nobody has ever implied that my drinking is a problem, it's all me. And when I relax about it - like food - I seem to self-regulate and it's not a big deal.
So the more of these threads I read, the more of a problem it becomes. These last few months have been the worst ever, and the first time that I've really thought - you know, this is above and beyond, now. Not that it's ever 'got me in trouble' in the sense that most people talk about it; it's been a long time, years and years, since being drunk has caused me to embarrass myself hugely, or call in sick, or compromise my safety, or anything. It's consequence-free, as far as I know; no-one's ever hinted to me otherwise.
But. I'm the person at Friday night drinks at work who's first to refill her glass. I'll sometimes pour myself a vodka and cranberry at home and tell my husband it's just a cranberry juice because I think he'll think it odd otherwise. I buy cask wine (box wine? I don't know what you call it over there) which comes in quite nice varieties over here in Australia, on the grounds that "then we can have just one glass with dinner/I can cook with it/we can leave it for a few days and not worry about the bottle going off" and really it's so I can have a few glasses without anyone noticing.
And yet, I come back to this: if I don't have a problem with drinking, it would be a shame to give it up forever - what a loss, to never taste the 2002 Shirazes I've been carefully cellaring, or savour a cold Sauv Blanc on a hot summer's night, or invent cocktails with my husband on a giggly Saturday night. But then again, isn't that the way problem drinkers think?
It's like that old cliche; if you don't think you're mad, you probably are. If I think I don't have a problem, I probably do. Perhaps.