Tuesday, 17 April 2012

Why I'm Giving Up Alcoholics






















For someone who drinks some six units of alcohol per month if that, and comes from a family tradition of a sherry or two at Christmas (to the extent my grandparents probably spent more on replacing the stagnant bottle each year than they did on content consumption), I seem to have known a disproportionate number of alcoholics in my life.


Housemates, colleagues, boyfriends, best friends, others. All undetectable as having a problem to begin with, have entered stage left to recite their part in that ongoing production that is my life, some to eventually disgrace themselves and exit stage right, others to eventually recover to feature in Act 2 and beyond.

Until recently I have always endeavoured to be understanding and sympathetic about alcoholic dependency, taking the view; 'There but for the grace of God go I.' And having survived a pretty challenging upbringing myself, not to mention a difficult young adulthood, I could so easily have turned to drink (or worse). It was all around me after all, along with the entreaties to get it down me from my peers. I have also known my share of despair and loneliness, have suffered yawning chasms in confidence, have endured ill health, have been bullied at school and occasionally work when younger and generally felt the desperate need of some kind of anaesthesia to get me through. To inure me against the harsh realities of life, if not absolve me of responsibility for myself and actions entirely during the times I have felt like giving up.

I understand all too well the reasons why some people feel the need to drink often and copiously. I've felt the same need for something to serve all the functions that alcohol can. Before it starts to take over and potentially destroy. It can be a tough life and 'deal some pretty mean blows' as a friend recently observed.

It doesn't help that we live in a country which recognises alcoholism as a disability and bestows generous benefits on those incapacitated by it, which rumour has it, many do not use for medicinal benefit.

Somehow an inner inkling that alcohol might add to my problems rather than solve them and coming of age in a pre-alcopop era where you had to get over the horrid taste in order to form a habit conspired to keep me from temptation, and books and old films (and chocolates) became my refuge when times were tough.

I certainly don't think I could have kept my intake moderate if I'd allowed myself to develop a taste for it though, hence my empathy for those who come to need a drink as oppose to wanting a drink (the definition of alcoholism).

But years of experiencing alcoholics benign and bad, and my favourite type, reformed, have led me to several conclusions: -
  • Alcohol seldom makes anyone funnier, sexier or cleverer, just louder and more deluded about their powers in this respect.

  • All alcoholics are inherently selfish. Everything revolves around them and their access to supply and if you become a threat to that, watch yourself. In the worst cases, other people and their needs scarcely form a blip on their radar as far as the alcoholic is concerned, even though they may display symptoms of guilt, remorse or self-loathing when in certain frames of mind and use such to reassure the other person that they are sorry and genuinely do need them. This makes alcoholics supremely time consuming and often high-maintenance as well. Ask yourself if investing too much in them is the best use of your own life, mindful that excess alcohol can impair memory so how much of the time/energy you devote to them do they remember in any case? They may swear they love or value you, but make no mistake, they love and value the bottle far more.

  • The 'sweeties', ie those who turn into the human equivalent of cuddly toy bunnies with the batteries running down with each glass to eventually fall asleep on your shoulder, whispering affectionate endearments and reliant on you to ensure they get home safely can be endearing sometimes, and are probably worth retaining friendships/relationships with, but too often and this too becomes wearing.

  • Those who turn either verbally or physically malicious and hate-fuelled or controlling when drunk need to be ditched, the sooner the better. They will either value you enough to get help as a result of the shock of your rejection or continue their descent to a place you wouldn't want to accompany them to. These personality types may or may not be psychopathic but why take chances? Parents with children need to be particularly careful about granting such individuals/partners second and third chances and taking them back. It is worth bearing in mind that even the founder of The Samaritans Chad Varah opined that it was impossible to help a psychopath and advised walk away, and he was not known for giving up on people with problems. Not that all psychopaths are alcoholics or vice versa, obviously.

  • Heavy drinkers are more prone to cancer, impotence, stroke and dementia than the rest of the populace in addition to liver failure and sudden death through alcohol poisoning, particularly if binge drinkers. New research shows that low level brain damage begins in the right frontal lobe area which houses the emotional quotient (EQ) governing not just the bit of the brain able to fall in love, but memory, empathy, response times, impulses, common sense, self-control and behavioural boundaries among other useful brain functions. The brain, being the world's most brilliant computer, will forge alternative neural pathways and circuitry to bypass the damaged areas to the best of its ability but once it becomes too badly damaged in its own right to continue, a major health failure will occur, often disabling the alcoholic for life if not killing them. This is the future for the average alcoholic who refuses to use their IQ to rescue their EQ and take action against their dis-ease, particularly if they compound the damage by smoking to restrict the blood flow and atrophy the arteries.
To summarise, I have a new personal policy where I'll hold onto the friends I have who have triumphed over or assumed control of their alcoholism through strength of character and determination, have learned life's lessons through a major health failure, or who are making strenuous efforts to seek help, but those who cannot be bothered to help themselves or take their lives and friends seriously have wasted enough of my life.

No longer will I allow myself to be heartbroken and sleepless over the often otherwise highly-intelligent and talented individuals I have known throwing their lives away, or naively optimistic enough to believe that maybe I can make a difference or inspire them to wish to recover and that their alcoholism is a temporary state.

However to be too non-judgemental about alcoholism to my mind risks insulting the alcoholic as a helpless victim incapable of turning their life around, even offering complicit approval for them to carry on killing themselves through smiling support, via this act of passive suicide or possibly late self-abortion...

9 comments:

Steve said...

Having watched an auntie drink herself into an early grave I concur with your sentiments. I am still angry at her - especially when she had opportunity and money to turn her life around but chose instead to lose herself in drink. Alcoholism is a disease that effects the alcoholic and all those in their immediate circle.

Steerforth said...

Blimey! I won't enjoy that fourth pint as much next time we meet.

Funnily enough, my latest blog post is also about alcohol.

Anonymous said...

The paragraph about selfishness was spot-on. Though the bit about an 'early death' is wide of the mark. I wish it was true. A good number of alcoholics seem to pickle themselves and go on for ever, making life hell for those closest to them.

Wisewebwoman said...

As a recovering alkie (26 years) myself, I applaud your post.

However, it is a disease and unless there is a strong desire for recovery the disease will win in the end and take the addict's loved ones along for the ride.

I've seen utter devastation over the years, along with mind-boggling recovery (Example:one skid row bum went on to found a hugely successful international corporation and then used its profits for children with AIDS).

It is not cut and dried. But it must be emphasized that alcoholic drinking is only a symptom of festering issues underneath.

XO
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Rol said...

I sometimes think I came close to being way too dependent on alcohol in my 20s. Health problems forced me to quit drinking altogether (and I don't miss it... except the occasional Jack) but I do still have sympathy for people who use it as a crutch. Then again, I also get annoyed by drunks... so... I'm not sure what I'm saying. As usual.

The Poet Laura-eate said...

Steve, yes it's particularly sad and unfathomable when someone with no shortage of financial resources and emotional support chooses to carry on killing themselves. Hurtful too as what is it if not a form of rejection?

Steerforth, you wag. You have far too much self-respect to descend the slippery slope (or should that be pole?) An occasional bevy is neither here nor there compared to the heavyweights I am talking about. It's not social drinking that's the problem, it's anti-social drinking. Personally I am all for the pub trade surviving as that is the heart of responsible drinking.

Anonymous. Thank you for your interesting comment. So they can't die soon enough as far as you're concerned, eh? They must be a hardier lot where you come from as some seem to start dropping off their perches from their mid-40s onwards in my experience.

WWW. Thank you. I applaud you in return for your incredibly brave and honest admission. It is certainly amazing when the unthinkable happens in a good way (ie the alcoholic manages to turn their life around at the 11th hour), but I imagine it becomes increasingly harder depending on how much damage has been done, though some people are undoubtedly hardier than others. I agree that alcoholism often masks underlying problems such as insecurity, being bullied at school, social dysfunction etc. Then there's depression, which is very much a chicken and egg conundrum, alcohol being a depressant: ie what starts first, the alcoholism or the depression? And is the alcoholism sometimes a clumsy attempt to self-medicate for one or all of the pre-existing vulnerabilities? That said, we now live in a world where there has never been more help available and more acknoledgement of the problem, so no excuse really not to get help.

Rol, it sounds like you learned from your youtful mistakes, though am sorry to hear that health issues forced you to give up entirely. Funny how many former heavy drinkers who give up say they never miss it. I find that very curious, albeit encouraging that it can often be done with fewer desperate cravings than the drinker might dread, though I don't doubt there is bound to be a difficult initial period of 'cold turkey' to adjust to whilst the drinker's mind and body both acclimatise.

urko said...

Coincidentally I am currently on the wagon in a desperate attempt to lose weight. It does also serve to prove I can do without it though, I reckon I could easy be an alcoholic though given all the other things I can't stop doing that are bad for me (and I need glasses now). Seriously though, you seem to have had a bit of a bad run there, fortunately I haven't known too many.

You have given me an idea for a blog title though - "why I'm giving up recruitment consultants"

The Poet Laura-eate said...

'Recruitment Consultants'- I can see why you were driven to drink Urko! Good luck with your diet.

The Sagittarian said...

Somehow it almost seems inappropriate to say "I'll drink to that"...your observations are pretty spot on tho'...I had a mate who was always the endearing dizzy one, but when you have to give up your own enjoyable evening once too often to take them home it wears a bit thin! I have cut people out of my life that are too draining, these days I have only so much energy to go round.