It's time to face the issue that I've been avoiding since 8th grade. My viewpoint on alcohol. I tend to go hot and cold, but I have my reasons. In 8th grade I wrote a term paper on teenage alcoholism. My opinion in the paper was that the drinking age should be lowered to 18. However, my real opinion was that I would be happy if it were banned, but that would never work (Prohibition). From there I decided that I would not drink alcohol and I didn't until I went to college and became depressed. Still, I despised alcohol and almost anyone who drank it regularly. I despised myself for drinking.
Here's why:
My birth mother is an alcoholic. She drank heavily when she was pregnant with me. I'm afraid if I drink that I will become an alcoholic like her. I don't want that. I deal with my problems in healthy ways because my real parents taught me to. I'm proud of that. Buried even deeper is the fact that I hate my birth mother. That hate affects my opinion of alcohol and people who drink heavily. I don't have a problem with moderate social drinking or being drunk (to a point) every so often.
Also, after being with an ex-boyfriend for a year who was addicted to heroin, I'm afraid of being in a position where someone I care about might turn into some kind of addict/commit suicide etc. That includes alcohol.
If I seem cross or make a passive aggressive remark about your drinkings habits, i'm sorry. It's not about you. It's about me and I'm working on that.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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