soma I'm 50 and have been 'enjoying' drinking since I was about 14. Not often at that age, but I was always drunk at parties. My boyfriend and I once went to school drunk - for a laugh
. I was (still am) shy so alcohol was my dutch courage at social events, and I don't think I ever started going out with anyone when I wasn't drunk.
In my 30s I was a heavy social drinker, and at home I was in a difficult relationship and used alcohol to numb the pain. Like someone else who posted here today, I remember having my first solo drink - which felt like defiance of a controlling husband. When we split up, drinking on my own became a comfortable habit.
Over the last 10 years my drinking steadily increased. I worked from home, so sometimes I would treat myself to a 'working lunch'. I was horribly secretive drinker. All the tricks that we know about here - hidden bottles, drinking out of a mug pretending it was tea. My poor dp didn't really know how much i was drinking, he was often bewildered by how drunk I could get on 2 glasses of wine - that is the 2 he knew about.
I knew that I drank too much, I knew I was unhealthy, and I tried at various points over the last 10 years to cut down, or stop, or go to AA. But always the excuses were there, and the elaborate bargaining (only white wine, only at the weekend, only from a special glass) I was holding on to a slippery slope made of polished ice, and I was wearing slippers. Of course I slipped back into my comfortable habit. I would have called myself a 'high functioning alcoholic' - I worked, earned, lived in a nice house, didn't beat my dcs...etc. But I look back now and I see how poorly I was actually functioning - always close to missing deadlines, being a pain in the arse at social functions, driving when I shouldn't have.
I tried to avoid coming on this thread when I first saw it. I just didn't want to read about a bunch of lightweight drinkers who were in control of their lives, and I was too tired to try all that effort all over again. But then one day I did read it, and I read about people who sounded a bit like me. Who were sad, and troubled and scared, and who found it difficult to stop. And inadvertantly and accidentally I got on board.
Was it hard? Sometimes - yes, sometimes - no, sometimes - so difficult that I was literally screaming out for help (or for a drink). I made all kinds of excuses, but I remember MIFLAW saying that I should try putting as much effort into not drinking as I had into drinking. And that's what I did (and still do sometimes). I don't realy on just one tactic to stop me drinking - I try to arm myself with many. I fear that my will power would be just too weak otherwise.
And I have had a couple of very short spells of drinking - once after the first Christmas, and then once during this winter when my dd was very ill. But it is not how I want to live my life. And neither lasted long. If anything they did more to reinforce for me that I am so much better and nicer to myself and others, and so very much more functioning in my life when I do not drink alcohol.