korygrandy
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Re: Alcohol and teens
Going to have to agree with you here. I was an addict for 10years, I drank from 18-28. My folks didn't drink and I didn't even know what alcohol was until I was offered it at my super square friends house by his older brother. Is it odd I can still remember my first swig I was I think 15 but it was nasty I spit it out...and I had a tough time drinking beer when I was 18. I started with coolers and graduated to beer, then when I went through a health-kick in the military it got worse as I subsitited the beer calories for liquor...to stay in shape.
My two older sisters are not alcoholics, my mom and her entire family are and my mom did the best she could to try and explain why she was an alcoholic and to steer me away but mind over matter prevailed for me.
I was a high-functioning alcoholic as well, I successfully owned and ran 2 businesses while being drunk almost everyday.
If it were my children, being through what I've put my whole family through and such and only being 31 right now, I would approach alcohol as if it was your entire families heirloom, or your child's trust fund in simpler terms.
Alcoholics are alcoholics and one can argue its an addiction thing or a disease, I say both but if you are setup for failure from the get-go its gotta be even tougher.
My poor mom, I put her through hell she would stay up late at night waiting for me to call her so she could come pick me up just because she was worried I would do something dumb...and alcoholics do a lot of dumb things for attention.
My dads intervention was sitting with me in my garage watching me drink an entire liter of southern comfort 180 proof thinking, well if he wants to smoke a cigerette Im gonna make him smoke the whole pack. That didn't work and I just scared the hell outta my dad when he realized I was still awake after that much alcohol and he kinda dropped the whole "you need help crusade" as I think he was actually just hopeless.
Me and my fiance' watch the show intervention a lot, and for me it's a soothing reminder of how life could be as my story was a dead ringer for most of the alcoholics they show on intervention. My mom refused to pick me up anymore late at night even though it killed her not knowing if I would call the next day to apologize for my late night drunk-dialing. My older sisters and my ole man refused to take my late night drunk-dialing phone calls, and they refused to allow me to have alcohol around there children.
Rockbottom for me was when I came home February 17th 2010 and the love of my life was gone and so was the dog. I was so drunk I noticed her car was gone and the dog was gone but it wasn't until I woke-up midday that I realized she had taken mainly all of the things that she cared about out of our home. I had completely forgot about her on Valentine's day, even though I had spent $800 in downtown Minneapolis on my final hoorah not realizing all the couples enjoying there love of each other together!
I called up my best man, he came over and I was naturally out of sorts and ready to call it quits. He literally restrained me physically until I was so exhausted I just gave up and stopped trying to get to my frig for that booze. The next day I made an appointment with my sisters help to get evaluated for alcoholism. I went to Hazelden's website (A renown treatment facility here in Minnesota) and took a short assessment online and realized, if the renown treatment facility Hazelden was assessing me as an alcoholic I better get a second look.
I was able to get an in-person evaluation by another treatment facility that asked me some very tough questions. At this point I had unknowingly decided I was done lieing to myself and I was as honest as I've ever been with this women. I was booked into a treatment facility and the rest is history. I was given the tools and the knowledge and the power to control my disease and addiction and I haven't had a sip of alcohol in 34months.
At 18 you think you know it all as a man but I would beg to differ. If/when I have children I will be more involved in there lives at 18 than my parents were with me...every one of them too. I had a lot of loose rules but I was really rebellious so I understand how my folks struggled to relate and get me to communicate effectively with them.
Thanks for listening guys and please be responsible with alcohol or you might find yourself 10 years down the road wondering what happened.
On a side-note, I was physically close to death I am certain. I had constant heartburn I "thought" was under control but it wasn't until I sobered up and realized I could live a life without heartburn and just the general nonsense that comes with being a drunken alcoholic.
P.S: As a present to myself, I bought that boat you see in the signature with the cash I saved from the booze. And now I have made many new friends in the online boating community, and on the lakes. Owning a boat was my dream as a boy, alcohol put a road-block on that dream and when I removed that road-block...surprisingly my dream came true.
P.P.S.: Naturally the dreams just get bigger and I now just want a bigger boat...but hey why not I earned it!
Don't agree. The effects of alcohol abuse are a major threat in adult life (and young adult life). Teen years are when we help our children learn how to manage/avoid that threat successfully. If we succeed, that is a good thing; If we fail. . . .people may die.
Going to have to agree with you here. I was an addict for 10years, I drank from 18-28. My folks didn't drink and I didn't even know what alcohol was until I was offered it at my super square friends house by his older brother. Is it odd I can still remember my first swig I was I think 15 but it was nasty I spit it out...and I had a tough time drinking beer when I was 18. I started with coolers and graduated to beer, then when I went through a health-kick in the military it got worse as I subsitited the beer calories for liquor...to stay in shape.
My two older sisters are not alcoholics, my mom and her entire family are and my mom did the best she could to try and explain why she was an alcoholic and to steer me away but mind over matter prevailed for me.
I was a high-functioning alcoholic as well, I successfully owned and ran 2 businesses while being drunk almost everyday.
If it were my children, being through what I've put my whole family through and such and only being 31 right now, I would approach alcohol as if it was your entire families heirloom, or your child's trust fund in simpler terms.
Alcoholics are alcoholics and one can argue its an addiction thing or a disease, I say both but if you are setup for failure from the get-go its gotta be even tougher.
My poor mom, I put her through hell she would stay up late at night waiting for me to call her so she could come pick me up just because she was worried I would do something dumb...and alcoholics do a lot of dumb things for attention.
My dads intervention was sitting with me in my garage watching me drink an entire liter of southern comfort 180 proof thinking, well if he wants to smoke a cigerette Im gonna make him smoke the whole pack. That didn't work and I just scared the hell outta my dad when he realized I was still awake after that much alcohol and he kinda dropped the whole "you need help crusade" as I think he was actually just hopeless.
Me and my fiance' watch the show intervention a lot, and for me it's a soothing reminder of how life could be as my story was a dead ringer for most of the alcoholics they show on intervention. My mom refused to pick me up anymore late at night even though it killed her not knowing if I would call the next day to apologize for my late night drunk-dialing. My older sisters and my ole man refused to take my late night drunk-dialing phone calls, and they refused to allow me to have alcohol around there children.
Rockbottom for me was when I came home February 17th 2010 and the love of my life was gone and so was the dog. I was so drunk I noticed her car was gone and the dog was gone but it wasn't until I woke-up midday that I realized she had taken mainly all of the things that she cared about out of our home. I had completely forgot about her on Valentine's day, even though I had spent $800 in downtown Minneapolis on my final hoorah not realizing all the couples enjoying there love of each other together!
I called up my best man, he came over and I was naturally out of sorts and ready to call it quits. He literally restrained me physically until I was so exhausted I just gave up and stopped trying to get to my frig for that booze. The next day I made an appointment with my sisters help to get evaluated for alcoholism. I went to Hazelden's website (A renown treatment facility here in Minnesota) and took a short assessment online and realized, if the renown treatment facility Hazelden was assessing me as an alcoholic I better get a second look.
I was able to get an in-person evaluation by another treatment facility that asked me some very tough questions. At this point I had unknowingly decided I was done lieing to myself and I was as honest as I've ever been with this women. I was booked into a treatment facility and the rest is history. I was given the tools and the knowledge and the power to control my disease and addiction and I haven't had a sip of alcohol in 34months.
At 18 you think you know it all as a man but I would beg to differ. If/when I have children I will be more involved in there lives at 18 than my parents were with me...every one of them too. I had a lot of loose rules but I was really rebellious so I understand how my folks struggled to relate and get me to communicate effectively with them.
Thanks for listening guys and please be responsible with alcohol or you might find yourself 10 years down the road wondering what happened.
On a side-note, I was physically close to death I am certain. I had constant heartburn I "thought" was under control but it wasn't until I sobered up and realized I could live a life without heartburn and just the general nonsense that comes with being a drunken alcoholic.
P.S: As a present to myself, I bought that boat you see in the signature with the cash I saved from the booze. And now I have made many new friends in the online boating community, and on the lakes. Owning a boat was my dream as a boy, alcohol put a road-block on that dream and when I removed that road-block...surprisingly my dream came true.
P.P.S.: Naturally the dreams just get bigger and I now just want a bigger boat...but hey why not I earned it!