I have my own children now…
Jan 3, 09- (by Kristin H.)
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- Sober Salon, Sobriety Salon
I had my first drink at the age of three. My father would give me sips of his red wine from a tablespoon while I sat on his lap at the table after dinner.
I loved it.
I continued to drink over the years as I sipped from cold beers on the garage workbench as my much older brothers would work in the yard.
I loved it.
I kept on drinking as I sipped the odd drink or two that remained unattended at family gatherings and holiday parties.
I loved it.
I needed the drink as I snuck NyQuil from the cabinet at the age of nine.
I needed it.
I drank with a will and got drunk at the age of 15 at a high school party.
I knew I had to have it.
I drank alcoholically from that moment on.
It was not a phase. It was not “something that all kids go through.”
I am hardwired to be an alcoholic.
My parent’s didn’t expect it. I didn’t expect it. Nobody seemed to feel that it was a very big deal. Until it was.
More on this later. I have my own children now and they need to be put to bed…
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I was never around drinkers, I never liked alcohol. I was very unprepared for the addict personality. You’re experiences are likely to make you very pro active with your children.
Your experiences will help you understand and teach your children as they face alcohol later. I suppose I was hardwired to “experimentation.” Not just alcohol, per say, but escaping and seeking thrills. I didn’t enjoy my life and found more happiness in using.