My history with drinking is a bit strange. It started when I was very young (elementary school) at home, hiding under the table at my parents frequent “c0cktail parties”. My dad was a naval officer and these parties just seemed to be part of the culture. Anyhow, we (with siblings) would observe the adults, from our hideout under the table, and sneak drinks from the table. The adults looked like they were having a blast and those drinks were great, mostly blended daiquiri-type drinks. We thought they were yummy. Of course we usually ended up asleep under the table and when found out were scolded for not being in bed. I don’t think my parents realized we were smashed.
As a teenager I began to pay more attention to the behavior changes in the adults during the course of these parties and started to realize how stupid some of it was. I would even get not so subtle sexual advances from some of my parent’s drunken friends.
This totally put me off alcohol and that attitude lasted throughout college and young adulthood. I basically equated alcohol with being drunk and acting like an idiot.
And then, when I was around age 30 and making good money I discovered good wine. For many years I became a social drinker … a glass or two of wine when out at dinner or a party, but never more than a little buzzed, never “drunk” and no hangovers. During the last 3 years (or so) of my (horrid sexless) marriage is when I started to drink wine at home, almost every night. I remember a few times being surprised at the low level of the wine bottle and definitely went to bed beyond “buzzed” a few times.
After I left my H, this behavior continued for about 3 months. I began to notice that even if I only had one glass of wine in the evening, I was tired the next day, no hangover but definitely more tired than I should be. That scared me and I began to think that this nightly drinking I had been doing had “done something” to my liver. That maybe I was so tired the next day after one drink because my liver wasn’t functioning well enough to get rid of the alcohol/toxins fast enough. That did it for me and I quit drinking completely, I don’t buy it, don’t keep it in the house, haven’t had a glass of wine in 2 years now. Good wine is my nemesis
I guess my story with alcohol is a story of how drinking too much can sort of creep up on you without you realizing it. I grew up in an alcohol culture so I think that is part of it too. And, you don’t necessarily have to be out in the bars and falling down drunk to be a “problem drinker”.