Hello to everyone, and just to echo what others have said - WHATEVER state you are in, if you think that this thread might help you then please feel free to post or to lurk.
I know that for a long, long time I didn't want to admit that I had a drink problem. Oh yes, I knew I LIKED a drink, I knew I probably drank too much overall (certainly way more than govt. guidelines - but easy to ridicule those) and on several occasions drank loads too much at one time, but I also thought that if I tried really, really hard sometimes, I could manage to not have a drink. Sometimes for as long as a couple of days... And I never drank the whiskey in the house (or the can of McEwans export that had been in the cupboard for 10 years), and I didn't drink in the morning before work, so all that proved that I wasn't an alcoholic.
But somewhere deep inside, I knew that that was a load of crap that I was fooling myself with. I spent a week once with my sister and I tried to drink like she does... So arrive at her house after getting off plane - offered glass of wine or cup of tea. She had a cup of tea (so did I) but I desperately wanted the wine 'cos I knew it would be the only way to get more than a share of a bottle with dinner. One bottle between 3 at dinner time (special occasion 'cos I'd just arrived). I was sitting there all evening hoping my BIL would offer me something else, but he didn't. Next 2 nights - NOTHING. Well they were both working and I was running a training course nearby. I could hardly believe it. They had a visitor and they didn't have wine with dinner (or anything before or afterwards). Weekend (phew!) and we had a shared bottle of wine of Friday (between 3 for dinner) and I was offered a port with my cheese. I didn't have it cos I was trying to model my dsis's drinking, and in any case the port glass was the size of a thimble and I was being offered a single glass. Saturday there was the option of wine but my dsis declined - because she had to drive? no. becuase she was unwell? - no. Just for no reason. She just said no thanks. Sunday lunch, bottle of wine shared between 3 adults and 2 teenage dcs also had a half glass. Big mug of coffee because drinking at lunchtime makes dsis so sleepy. And that was it for a week. I swaer I drank more at the airport waiting for my plane home than I had all of the previous week
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The experience really started me on the journey of understanding that I AM NOT a 'normal' drinker. The actualy amount we drank was miniscule compared to my normal quantities and I was so on edge all the time trying to control my thoughts about booze, hoping I'd be offered another glass, trying not to help myself to a little extra when everyone was out of the room. And then as soon as I was off the leash (i.e. at the airport) that was it - several glasses of overpriced, cheap plonk.
I know that I still have an overactive alcoholic mind - and I still think way too much about booze (we were out very late on Saturday night, and my first thought on waking was 'thank god I didn't have anything to drink last night'), the thing I am most grateful for is that I have accepted the extent of my problem, and that is the only place from which I can start to do something about it and get my life back. I am an alcoholic, I can't do controlled drinking. I don't want to do controlled drinking (I want to get pissed). But more than anything I want to make the most of my life and FEEL what is happening, and make the most of it (even when it is rubbish) and enjoy it.
So Brave Babes, at the end of this epistle.. Today I Will Not Be Drinking.