by davelowe » 22 Sep 2011 20:47
I would like to add my own small contribution to this. Its not pretty or indeed interesting, but I'm going to type it out just for my own benefit if not for anyone else's.
My issue with drink started while I was at school. It was in the most part because of an underlying anxiety. I always strived to be the best, probably because of parental pressure (I wonder these days what they would make of that - also, being a proxy parent makes me think - more later...). This was a 'bog standard' comprehensive school - not some hot house of talent. Also, part of me wanted to be 'included', I was a shy guy and although my lust for the ladies was real, my inaction was equally so. The substantive issue is that I was always a star pianist, and as such could be relied upon to perform in any school concert or other event. At that point in my life, I was too young to drink, and more importantly, had no idea that drink might alleviate the nerves.
A little later in life, when in the 6th form (is it still called that?) I was introduced to beer at lunchtime. I don't need to explain how that felt - I think we all know. I was hooked from the outset - and as others' have related, soon liked the sensation so much that, were I to go out anywhere, I would have to be the most drunk - it made up for my lacking in other areas. Whether that meant drinking before I went out or any other form of covert or overt drinking, it would still happen. At that stage, you might describe me as a binge drinker. The mornings after were not so much brutal hangovers, but more gentle wake up - slowly sober up. We've probably all been there at some point, more likely when younger.
Skip a few years and I found myself at university. I didn't really want to go if I'm honest. Much of my earlier life anxieties pervaded, and I did not fit in. This paragraph and the preceding one probably introduce you and guide you on the journey that I am relating. Beer at the time, was the comfort blanket. Not that I understood why I couldn't sit in a big hall with many people, or take exams - they were just things to avoid (there should probably be a an acronym for that - TTO). What I didn't realise was that I was suffering from social phobia - and it would be interesting to see if there is a correlation between anxiety disorders and alcoholism. I'm sure studies have been done. Avoiding things might be considered the root of all evil, especially when avoiding problems with drink is what occurs. Perhaps there is a trend in all of us here who have a battle with drink for this reason. Perhaps not - do please let me know.
It does not take a lot of imagination to understand what happened at university - I dropped out, preferring to spend the bulk of my grant and time in the bar - copiously avoiding.
Post the agonies of being away from home and my subsequent non-brilliant return, I got a job through a friend. I still felt the same anxieties at work, but these waned as familiarity took hold. At the same time, (this is in the late 1990s), I bought a house and met a brilliant, witty, intelligent and in all other ways extraordinarily beautiful young lady. Life couldn't really have been much better. Yes, she had a kid, and yes I drank a bottle of wine every night. So far so (nearly good) - and I'm not referring to the child (rather the booze). The wine made the night bearable - and by this I mean it dulled the mind from work. Sometimes it takes a very long term view to understand motivations, but this post is an endeavour to try to do so. As hopefully the next paragraph will illustrate.
I moved jobs, grew up to some extent, employed people, did all the usual stuff - holidays, whatever. There wasn't a day that went by though where I didn't fully consider where my nightly drink would come from: then I had a 'cure'. GHB. For those who don't know what this is, it's a hypnotic drug that at the time was not illegal and was not widely understood. I took it instead of booze - and it was brilliant - I slept well and wasn't drinking. My reasoning for taking it were twofold: it was neither addictive, nor did it require the hassle of bothering my GP (an odd stance perhaps, but such is life - you learn).
GHB, as it turns out, is addictive, probably more so than booze; and there is no standard method of withdrawal - it's basically treated symptomatically. Librium (have we all met this friend?) has no effect - barbiturates do - but they are not in vogue these days (for a good reason).
I admitted my GHB addiction to this wonderful girl and soon found myself with a choice of my own making: drugs or the girl. Which was it to be? Well, such is addiction and all that goes with it, it was the drug. If you want a reminder (I know you don't) of the power of how badly chemical can f**ck up your life - this is such a situation: we broke up and I drank for 8 years, ruing every single day of it and casting about from booze ruined and fuelled person to the next. These were not happy years.
To the present day: we re-met! Was I happy about this (and the subsequent two other children)? Oh yes! I'm sharing with the group here - so please forgive all the personal information. I had my soul-mate back and I was in love again. Words don't really allow me to explain this properly, but she, and her kids are at the moment are the star of my life. But, I drink. I still have the same old anxieties and have never learnt how to overcome them without some chemical or another. This (are you still awake at the back) is the problem. Drinking (oh wait, that's why you joined this forum - me too) is still an issue. I'm not a stupid person - I know that my drinking is ruining my life - I think we (on here) all know this. I've been issued with a choice again: the drink or the girl. I know it won't be easy, but I'm going for the girl, her kids, and myself.
Peace - and courage - we need both in this life.