I'm a blackout drinker, which means I drink until I get sick or black out. I can’t have just one drink. I don’t ever remember really enjoying alcohol. Not long after I turned 21, my parents figured out that once I started drinking, I couldn’t stop. At family parties, I would get drunk, totally embarrass myself and scare my younger cousins. One time my mom, dad, sister and I went out to eat, and I wanted to order a drink. My dad wouldn’t let me. “I’m over 21,” I insisted, “I’ll pay for it.” But he didn’t give in. He knew I had a problem.
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Your courage is amazing. I wonder, though - if your parents were aware that you had a problem with alcohol, why didn't they insist you get involved with a treatment program?
thank you for the comment. my parents always had me seeing doctors, the guidance counselor, and therapists, whether it was for depression or my eating disorder. i always lied to the doctor's about how much i drank. it was a big secret. just this year i confessed to my counselor (of 5 years) about my drinking. plus my parents couldn't make me do anything i didn't want to do, especially once i was over 18. i didn't care what they said, and they tried to help many times. also, i did not live at home after i was 18, so they weren't always aware of the extent of my drinking.
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