It’s a scary word right? But don’t let that scary word put you off here and make you run away with your tail between your legs. For what it’s worth I don’t like the word either. Not because it scares me but it is so black and white.
What, honestly, do you think of when you see or hear that word? Does this image come to mind?…
It’s always an extreme though isn’t it? Someone at their complete and utter rock bottom. Let’s look at the dictionary definition of alcoholic:
1. Containing or relating to alcohol
2. Suffering from alcoholism
1. A person suffering from alcoholism
Any clearer? It actually becomes rather vague when you start looking into it. When one looks at the definition of alcoholism they will find that it is:
An addiction to the consumption of alcoholic drink; alcohol dependency.
So now we are talking about an addiction to alcohol…
The fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance or activity
So we still aren’t really any clearer are we? I think we can all agree that addiction really is the repeated use or involvement of a substance or activity, despite the substantial harm it causes, and not being able to stop. So does that mean that one becomes an alcoholic when they are addicted to alcohol? When we get pissed regularly we know that it is causing us harm, because we feel it. Yet we continue to do so, some more often than others. Does this mean that anyone that drinks to excess often, say every weekend, or every month is an alcoholic? Of course not. Or does it? Do you see what I mean? The whole thing is one big vague, confused soup of definitions and interpretations. A soup that doesn’t taste very nice and one that must be ignored. Don’t mention the “A” word! Of course I’m not an alcoholic!
The problem we have in our society is that it is a dirty word. You either don’t drink (weirdo!), drink normally or you are an alcoholic and must live the rest of your miserable existence as a failure and a social pariah (society’s portrayal and not mine)
“Have you heard? Ian’s an alcoholic! The poor sausage. He can never drink again or he will spontaneously combust. I mean, you know, I like a drink just like the next man but I’m not an alcoholic, goodness no!”
As a society we have even created terms that sit in the middle ground. ‘Problem drinker’, or ‘alcohol dependent’. Much softer terms than the life sentence of alcoholic aren’t they?
When one thinks about it though, alcoholic is a ridiculous word. A ridiculous notion completely. The truth of the matter is that alcohol is a drug. And alcohol, given the chance, is an addictive drug at that. So why do we, as a society, act surprised or express shock, horror or even sympathy when someone gets hooked? Especially when you consider how openly alcohol is pushed in our society. It is recognised to create massive social problems and unrest. It is recognised, scientifically, to cause cancer and other horrific ailments and diseases, and for there to be no safe amount to consume at all. In spite of all those memes and Facebook posts stating otherwise (which, incidentally, are all funded by the industry itself). There was a time not so long ago where smoking was actively encouraged. I don’t want a ban on alcohol, good grief no, but I do want it to be recognised for what it is, and has the potential to become. It is, after all, the only drug we have that you have to justify when giving up.
“Fancy a beer?”
“No thanks, I don’t drink”
“I don’t drink. But I’ll have a lime and soda. It’s nice to see you, let’s catch up!”
“Wait? You don’t drink? The fuck? Why not? How much were you drinking? What happened? Hang on…
Thinks to oneself…Here it comes…
“Are you… Are you an…alcoholic?” (visibly baulks, then runs away)
I have been incredibly lucky, with those closest to me just accepting that I don’t drink and not questioning too far my reasons behind me stopping. I don’t mind talking about it, obviously, if somebody generally wants to understand it a bit more. But I know from a lot of sober friends that some are met with massive resistance, rudeness, demands to justify their reasons, endless questions, hilarity, bullying and even being disowned as a friend. Tossed aside like a reject. Friends or family would often say,
“Come on! Just have one! You’ll be alright! I’m sure you’ve got it under control now!”
But you wouldn’t say that to someone who was addicted to smoking once they’d given that up would you?
“Quick fag? I know you’ve stopped but one will be OK won’t it?
Or a heroin addict…
“Come on, just shoot up at weekends! You’ll be fine!”
The truth is, once you are addicted to something, that addiction sits inside you, like an evil dragon, sleeping inside your brain and waiting for you to slip up. No matter how long it is since you’ve taken whatever it is you are addicted to, it is there. Dormant but very much alive. You’ve managed to keep it at bay, rewired your brain to allow your grey matter to search for pleasure in other ways, away from the drug. But the addiction, the dragon, is just waiting. And once you go back to your drug of choice, heroin, nicotine, alcohol, whatever it is, the dragon wakes up, and sets off all of those short cuts in your brain you have been working so hard to avoid for so long. They light up like a firework display on New Year’s Eve and BANG. You’re addicted again. Just. Like. That.
So if a friend says they aren’t drinking anymore, don’t try and tempt them. Just say well done. You don’t have to then go on and justify your own drinking habit. When we become sober we aren’t instantly initiated into some kind of booze free police force, where we are given standard issue sticks to beat those that don’t drink sensibly. We are still just us. Just us, but we don’t drink anymore.
I titled this blog with a question. A question I used to ask myself time and time again. But my image of an alcoholic was so extreme I told myself I wasn’t, because I wasn’t on a park bench drinking out of a paper bag. I wasn’t putting vodka on my cornflakes every morning. So I wasn’t an alcoholic. And I carried on drinking, even though I was addicted. Even though drinking had become a big problem for me and I was consuming much more than your average man. The truth is there is an enormous grey area of drinking, where millions of people sit. The questions we should be asking ourselves are:
“Is my drinking harming me, physically or mentally, or those around me?”
“Do I wish I could control my drinking more?”
“Could I stop if I wanted to?”
There are lots of questions actually, too many to list. But one we shouldn’t be asking ourselves is, “Am I an alcoholic?”
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12 thoughts on ““Wait… Am I an alcoholic?””
Brilliant as per usual. Smashing the social stigma and raising the real questions. Love it. Xx
Totally this!! I also think that people believe because you can buy it anywhere it’s not a drug! Loving these posts Ian xx 🥰
Thank you Lynne!😊🙏❤
Well done Ian your honesty is so impressive love Auntie J
Thank you Auntie J!😊🙏❤
Love it! The social stigma of saying you don’t drink is rife and we need to break down those assumptions and stereotypes! Superb blog dude! 🤗
Thank you Nic! We really really do. The fact we have to creep around it like we’re doing something evil and illicit says a lot about the social conditioning.
Amazing Ian 🙂
Thank you Katie😊🙏
Great read mate
Thank you mate😊🙏