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RE: The invisible line of strangers

in Self Improvement4 years ago

I have a theory that the addictive genetics are going to present in different ways - if they present at all. Gym junkies might be alcoholics with a different focus.

It sounds like your life was a bit of a rollercoaster - do you think that if you had the option to go back to that 30ish age knowing what you do today, would you have worked harder to get a handle on it? (or whatever age would have been a turning point)

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No. Matter of fact, I think I was alcoholic from the first drink (or damn near to it). I can't tell you how many times I said "I'm not going to have a drink today". That started in my late teens and it didn't come true until I was 39.

I spent the last 10 years trying to moderate, or at least save my worst for home. It was brutal hard work.

I was not sober for a full day from age 20 to 39. I missed much of the 70s and 80s.

I do think that you are correct with how the urge presents. Gym Junkies, some hunters, maybe clean freaks all could be exactly the same.

I had a really good friend that was in a long term relationship with an abuser and alcoholic. She said "I've done both. Go back to the hitter AND pick the bottle back up. They are exactly the same thing."

Thanks for answering, I know that this is a very personal thing.

It is interesting to think that some people have such an "attraction" to something that from the first drink, it has taken root. I haven't experienced anything like that, with anything ever.

There are many ways to abuse the body and the body of others. We seem to be destined to exercise them daily.

I don't mind talking about it, long as there's no drama involved. Really.

I haven't experienced anything like that, with anything ever.

Most don't. I know or have known some people that 'drank their way to alcoholism' but they are fairly rare.

We make up maybe 20% of the population and roughly 10% of us find a way to sober up. Roughly 90% of alcoholics die drunk. Those are the ones I weep for.

We had a memorial meeting on Monday for a member that died Saturday morning (cancer). It is truly a celebration of her life. In our circle that is known as 'graduating.' To die sober.

In all honesty the whole experience has made me a much stronger person.