I’m not an alcoholic.*
But, almost since birth, there may not have been one year in my life when I haven’t had alcohol.
From the story about my dummy being dipped in rum to aid my baby sleep (not an especially uncommon practice back then—apparently) to the one about multiple relatives giving this then one-year-old the dregs of their wedding glasses (and said toddler ending up pissed), I’ve grown up with alcohol as a big part of my life—from day one.
It runs in my family too.
My great-grandfather got drunk and walked in front of a train (not fast enough—apparently) and since I don’t want to end up like him I thought it was about time I took a break. It’s what you might call a bit of a ‘social experiment’: where the ‘social’ is seeing how I handle old patterns/environments/etcs and the ‘experiment’ is trying something different. In the past I’ve abstained for weeks—and even a month or two—at a time, but never a whole year.
Today I’ve committed to a year liquor free; 12 months OFF the sauce; 52 weeks ON the wagon, 365 days sober.
Friday 11th November 2011 (11 AM)
* I know, a claim like that might scream ‘YES you are then!’ but all I mean is I never used to pass out every night or need to steal to feed my habit. However, as recently as last week I was regularly drinking about two beers and a bottle of wine a night. Not including weddings.