Bitofthebubbly
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Agree that functioning alcoholics can be just as dangerous. I feel like my parent is a ticking time bomb from a health perspective as they also smoke pretty heavily. I also didn’t question the drinking until I was basically an adult to be honest. As a kid I thought it was just something adults did in the evenings or socially, saw them drunk a few times usually at the odd family party where I was allowed to stay up late but never saw anything too outrageous. Never really pegged the extent of my parents drinking until I was in my teens. In my late teens I used my parents drinking as an excuse to get pissed myself. I never drank every day more like once a week with friends as you tend to at that age, but it definitely influenced me when getting to grips with alcohol myself and not in the best way. I very rarely drink nowadays despite my username, didn’t actually think of the irony of it when posting on this thread lol, gotta love Le Champion@Bitofthebubbly - (lol your username is ironic! I know the clip it’s from, it’s hilarious) - that must be so hard. I think functioning alcoholics can be just as dangerous as the chaotic ones whose lives are falling apart. It creeps up - at least that’s my experience. My parent was a high functioning (had a good job, paid all the bills, ran a household with tons of kids running around, had a large social circle, played the part of everyone’s favourite relative, etc) alcoholic for a long long time before the illness really took over. From my childhood, I always remember them drinking loads and I grew up accepting that as normal and didn’t question it until I was a teenager!
It reached a breaking point into my late teens and then came a major decline. Marriage breakdown, job loss, relationship strained (in some cases beyond repair). It was so gradual though, I didn’t really see it coming.
The intense or manic phase of alcoholism that came after this was sustained and I’m still surprised that they survived it. Truly — not saying that to be hyperbolic, but some of the things and situations my parent got themselves into is mind boggling.
Alcohol withdrawal IS SO DANGEROUS, it’s a really scary place to be. I just wanted to say, in spite of all that, recovery IS possible. It begins and ends with the alcoholic. Nothing will change without them choosing to live rather than die to addiction.
Also, from my experience, I had to accept that it is a disease that most people don’t choose to have in order to forgive what had gone before and move on. I’m still not 100% there but I’m in a much better place than in those dark days of feeling like this would be life forever until they died. I feel no shame now in stating there was times I wished they would die to get relief. I know that sounds harsh but it’s a the reality of it.
Sorry for rambling! Sending strength and solidarity to anyone who needs it.
Yes there’s definitely a stereotype isn’t there. It’s accurate for some for sure but lots of people hide their alcoholism so well or keep it behind closed doors. In fact that’s been the more common experience for me. It’s easy to play a role as such for a few hours in front of people then go home and drink a bottle of wine or two in a place you feel safe and hidden from the world and most would be non the wiser. I often find at least with my family that functioning alcoholics also tend to be total workaholics, I wonder if that’s a common theme or not.I think your situations highlights a real issue. Alcoholics are stereotyped as a certain type of person, like Onso from Keeping Up Appearances or something, a pub regular etc. The reality is very different and are found in all sections of society. My mum lives in a very affluent area, I went to a private school (not clever enough for a scholarship though!), she's driven nice cars, she had a respectable job before she gave it up to be a stay at home mum... In fact I remember telling my tutor at school and was basically told "no she's not, alcoholics don't have the money to pay our fees".
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I've totally thought the bit in bold, many times, including recently. It's always caused me inner turmoil, and actually still does to a degree, but I can perceive it differently to how I did when I first thought it at c 12.
This might sound selfish but I’m kind of dreading what’s to come, I have no siblings so I feel a lot of responsibility falls on me to deal with this if and when it boils over unless their siblings step up too. My partners sibling lives abroad and rarely visits home so he’s on his own too really. It’s a lot and I don’t feel grown up enough for it despite being a fully grown adult with a family of my own.