
I tend to think that most media-sourced 'Dating Advice' is total bullshit- stupid checklists such as: "10 Ways to let her Know You Care"...jeezus, if you can't figure out how to 'show you care' without consulting MSN.com , maybe you just don't care that much after all.
I also think that most of what is accepted as 'common wisdom' regarding alcoholism is bunk. I say this after 15 months of sobriety without a single Jesus Moment, AA meeting or similar 're-birth/recovery' epiphany...if those things work for you, that is good-better than booze anyway- but they don't work for me.
That being said, this article has some good points as well as one that I disagree with:
Nashville resident Suzie Coates had no idea she was dating an alcoholic. “He hid it very well in the beginning,” she recalls. “I saw a great person with lots of potential and loving, caring, giving qualities. But when drinking took over, all that was lost. I would not have even dated him in the first place if I had known about his drinking.”
Ouch. This is true.
Suzie Coates sounds exactly like one of my ex's. I was that guy and I'm really sorry that I put Suzie through all that crap.
I'm not kidding about that.
If you want to drink, you should only date drunks.
Being drunk does not give you the right to hurt the people you love, but it sure as hell gives you the means to do so and you will hurt them, even if you don't wish to.
It isn't fair to expect your lover to clean up your sorry ass.
That is up to you and only you.
Today, if I feel that I am interested in someone, I tell them upfront what I am going through , what I have been through and that I very much want to stay sober.
This almost always kills the 'buzz' and drives them away , coversation falters, dates are broken at the last minute and not rescheduled... but I'd rather just get it out - if I can tell someone about my problems and they are willing to take a chance, great.
If not, well this is my fault, so I'd better learn to cope on my own.
It hasn't happened yet, but it's my view that if I can remain true to myself, then the rest will follow: love, security, consistency- my drinking life was filled with chaos- unhappy, overlapping lies, so much confusion without any clarity; a truly heartbreaking and quite amoral existence it was, but I didn't care as long as I had my drink going.
Sometimes I was alone, sometime not.
Nowadays, I am always alone but I still haven't started drinking again and I feel that this must indicate I have some hope for the future, that I'm not so scared anymore-or at least I can manage my fears with thoughts, deeds and communication. And maybe, just maybe, I'll find a little love.
Maybe not.
I have a lot of love to give- I've been hoarding it for years now- it's a new feeling for me and it's scary- often I feel as if I'm trying to clear a minefield with a sledgehammer...one mistake and it's *boom!*- goodbye Charlie.
Ohyeah, did I mention the blinfold?
Minefields, sledgehammers and blindfolds. This is all I know.
There has to be more.
There has to be more.
I recently saw a girl I briefly dated back then- she's married now- and I asked her why we broke up...she laughed, "I don't remember, we were drunk is all, I guess", which is funny now, but what if we had been sober instead?
What if?
'What if' is for losers and insomniacs- which describes me fairly well.
Social drinkers might use a drink to relax and enhance who they are or their experience. For an alcoholic, it becomes their primary need or a core necessityYep. I could date a social drinker but I can never be one. I cannot have 'a beer or two'. At my nadir, I could drink 24 beers in 8 hours and still go to work.
If you think that such a lifestyle must certainly be fatal, you are correct.
I didn't just look Death in the eye, it was a bloody staring contest, is what it was.
And I do mean bloody.
Death blinked first.
Also be on the look-out for unexplained gaps in their schedule with no logical explanation and a negative change in their love-making.True.
“If this sounds like someone having an affair, you are right,” Knippers says. “They are having an affair with alcohol.”
I left good women for bad liquor and didn't even know I was doing it. It was a terrible thing to do, they didn't deserve that, no one does. It had nothing to do with them but they got hurt anyway.
If you think you’re dating a problem drinker, our experts suggest talking to your date.True, but do you really have to be an 'expert' to know that honest communication is a really good idea? If you think you are dating a drunk, you are. It's unmistakable.
What to do?
Talking to a drunk is not easy and is seldom helpful.
Cutting them loose might be the only way to save yourself-getting clean is the responsibility of the drunk, not yours.
Maybe you can help, probably not though...if you love them you can be there for them when they 'come back'.
If they do.
This sounds cold, but they might not come back, ever, so be ready for that. Know what you are dealing with.
'Coming back' is the loneliest , hardest thing I've ever done and I've had to do it alone largely because I drove so many people away. Some are still here and I'm grateful , but I cannot think about the people I've lost forever without crying, even today.
Even right now.
No matter how the conversation goes, there is one thing anyone dating a problem drinker should know, Chapman says: “The alcoholic is powerless over his or her drinking, and the date is, too. It is totally in the hands in the alcoholic to reach out and ask for help.”Part true.
The date is powerless.
However, I take issue with the basic AA tenet that the alkie is powerless over booze. I am powerless over a great many things, but not my drinking. It's my problem and it's up to me to deal with it.
Only I can make myself drink, only I can stop myself.
If I blame anyone or anything other than myself, I cannot make progress. I know my approach works for me; I'm not saying it'll work for anyone else.
For me:
Drinking is a choice and it's a very easy one to make.
Drink= dead.
Sober= ?
I don't know what sober has to offer. After 15 months I'm starting to get a little more comfortable with being myself, maybe I should explore this world a bit, see what I've been missing all these years. I am very curious and even a little optimistic - I know what'll happen if I drink, but this new life of feeling things is mysterious and alluring, even if it is frighteneing.
I want to learn more about life. Simple, eh?
And if the drinking continues? “Get some self-respect and leave the relationship,”
Ouch again.
See, I would get dumped and I'd create elaborate, convoluted mazes of lies to explain "why" to myself- when the simple fact was I was unbearable to be around because I was drunk.
So it's easy.
1) Don't drink.
2) Be Honest.
How hard can that be?
Ask me again in a year.
12 comments:
Magic 8 Ball says:
Future Looks Optimistic!
Brutally honest, intensely powerful, and very moving. Congratulations on being sober for 15 months!
I know it's not the same as folks IRL but you do have friends here in the blogsphere.
My grandmother was a raging alcoholic (and a mean one too). She was finally given the choice by my family that it was either us or the bottle. We could not watch her destroy herself anymore. She chose without hesitation the bottle. Anyone who has the courage to stand up and fight an addiction has my utmost respect.
There were two people who's stories have recently inspired me to tell my own and
they have both left wonderful comments. Happy!
V- Well...you already know how I feel.I'll remind you soon if you forgot. *smile*
Whim- Your courage with your own journey back is powerful to read and you have my respect and my best wishes
on that road. Thank you for the kindness.
Then there's Charlie.
(Sorry ' bout the mines- I meant the 'other' Charlie)
I admire the hell out of you, for doing what you did, and for being so open about it.
I was drunk from around 1977-1984, I think. For some reason my memory of those years is a little lacking in detail. I wasn't hurting anyone. I always got home by seven to get my son up, feed him breakfast & see him off to school. I was a very careful driver, especially when I had a few in me. And when I woke up in the wrong bed, it was almost always someone I knew. Then my bar buddy Billy wrapped himself around a phone pole. I spent a week sitting in a hospital room with him. None of the others in our Cheers-like crowd ever showed. Billy was wasted two days after he got out of the hospital, and ready to drive himself home again. I drove him that night. I kept going to the bar for a whle, drinking soda so I could be taxi-driver to the rest of the gang. (We didn't have the term "designated driver" back then.) After a couple of months of that I realized that these folks were only fun to be with if you were drunk, so I quit going. That was too late for Don, who wanted to spend his life with me, but only if I got my act together.
Sure am glad I never hurt anyone, though.
I admire the hell out of you, for doing what you did, and for being so open about it.
I was drunk from around 1977-1984, I think. For some reason my memory of those years is a little lacking in detail. I wasn't hurting anyone. I always got home by seven to get my son up, feed him breakfast & see him off to school. I was a very careful driver, especially when I had a few in me. And when I woke up in the wrong bed, it was almost always someone I knew. Then my bar buddy Billy wrapped himself around a phone pole. I spent a week sitting in a hospital room with him. None of the others in our Cheers-like crowd ever showed. Billy was wasted two days after he got out of the hospital, and ready to drive himself home again. I drove him that night. I kept going to the bar for a whle, drinking soda so I could be taxi-driver to the rest of the gang. (We didn't have the term "designated driver" back then.) After a couple of months of that I realized that these folks were only fun to be with if you were drunk, so I quit going. That was too late for Don, who wanted to spend his life with me, but only if I got my act together.
Sure am glad I never hurt anyone, though.
that was an incredible read!
my baby sister has just reached 18 months sober and we're all very proud of her- she was on a bottle of whisky a day at least before she went to rehab. she has also decided to do without aa and such, but she's lucky in that she has family, friends AND colleagues who have stuck by her!
Skeet- yeah, a lot of friends leave when it gets bad- you did good. I never physicaly hurt anyone 'cept myself- it was all emotional- if it was too late for Dan, maybe you hurt someone after all. It happens.
Best for the days ahead and thanks for the words.
Angel- Thank you. Your sister is very lucky indeed.
The comment that I never hurt anyone was pure sarcasm, allan. I left a lot of collateral damage in my wake, my son and Don being the two who got the brunt of it. Saying we're not hurting anyone (as most drunks do) doesn't make it so.
Thanks again for a great piece, and for stopping by my blog.
The comment that I never hurt anyone was pure sarcasm, allan. I left a lot of collateral damage in my wake, my son and Don being the two who got the brunt of it. Saying we're not hurting anyone (as most drunks do) doesn't make it so.
Thanks again for a great piece, and for stopping by my blog.
Well, shoot! Both times that I posted to this thread it said I had my ID wrong, so I redid. Hruuumph! Sorry about the doubles.
skeet- i thought so.*grin*
don't worry about the doubles- it makes me look more popular.
I'm so weird at times, I find it's posts like these that I don't usually comment on because I have not got the knack to get my thoughts in some semblance of order.
But I can say that was a powerful read.
"love, security, consistency" I hope you find these things Allan. You deserve them :)
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