This is the story of my last drunk
But first a little backgound:

10 years ago I had a good job, people respected me, I earned loads of money, attracted a good woman, we got married and we had kids. We were both heavy drinkers - worked hard, played hard. But she had no trouble stopping when the kids arrived. Given enough reason most people - even the heaviest drinkers - can stop and can control their drinking. My wife could get drunk just like I did but she only did it a couple times a year - christmas , weddings that sort of thing. But eventually there came a time for me when I had to drink every day and I had to drink to pass out every day.

I went to AA in 2002, it was either that or us my wife told me. She rang them up and found out when the meeting was and sent me there. I didn't like it - people where talking about their "feelings" and it was in a church and they were holding hands and praying and I was thinking any minute now the tamborines would come out. I don't talk about my feelings and I don't beleive in God so AA isn't going to work for me. I went back home and told my wife that they'd told me that I wasn't an alcoholic - I was lying. I knew straight away from what they were saying I was an alcoholic. They spelled it out to me. Once I started drinking I couldn't stop and when I managed to stop it would only be a matter of time before I picked up another drink no matter how bad it had been, no matter how strong my resolve. My resolve was not enough and I knew it but I told my wife I was OK and so then I started to drink secretly.

I started to drink in secret a lot of the time. Waiting till everyone was in bed or putting it in my coffee or hiding it in the garage. I was trying to control it - If only I could just drink 2 bottles of wine a night I'd be OK. But of course on top of all the drinks I'd be sneaking during the day 2 bottles of wine would send me into blackout and in blackout I'd go out and get more booze. This went on for years.

My wife couldn't understand how I'd fall down drunk after sharing a bottle of wine with her over dinner. I started to act strange, to her I was turning into a mad man. I remember her telling me she was desparately worried that I'd turn into the kind of man who would kill his wife and children before turning the gun on himself. I terrorised her and my children, eventually I engineered a situation where I would leave and make it look like I was the injured party. It was always everyone else's fault - If you had a life like mine you'd drink - that's how I saw it. The reality was I wanted to leave so that I could drink as much as I wanted and now was my chance.

I lasted 6 months. God knows how but I managed to hold onto my job but I was pretty much drinking 20 hours a day and passed out the other 4. Alcoholism is a progressive disease. It never gets better it always gets worse. The quantities you consume go through the roof no matter what you try to do. This means you end up pretty much in blackout all the time with only brief periods of lucidity. During these brief moments of clarity all you want to do is kill yourself.

After 4 suicide attempts I ended up on a bridge. The highest one around. I was stone cold sober and the most rational thought I had was to jump - I knew I could not go on drinking and I knew that I could not stop and stay stopped. But I didn't have the balls to go through with it. So I did what I always did when I was frightened and anxious and didn't have the courage I went a bought a bottle of vodka. I wasn't surprised how easy it was to get a bottle of vodka at 7:30 on a Monday morning I'd done it a thousand times before.

I was too proud to drink it in the street. It was pride that was killing me really. I would rather off myself than admit I had a problem that I couldn't solve. I had missed a deadline at work and that's why I was going to kill myself. I was willing to scar my kids' lives, leave them without a father and their mother without an income to bring them up because I was too proud to admit I had failed. I had failed to control my drinking I had failed at everything else in life. I was too proud to be seen drinking in the street so I went to my usual drinking establishment - locked inside a toilet cubical at the train station.

It was my intention to down it quickly and then hurry back to the bridge, climb over the railings and just fall into the water. I knew I had 20 minutes or so before it kicked in and I'd blackout at which point I'd fall off, hit the water at about 90 miles an hour, break every bone in my body and drown.

I came to in a small room sat beside two police officers. To this day I have no idea what happened on the bridge. They had been with me for a couple of hours and they would not leave me until I had seen the psychiatrist. I was in hospital. I remember asking them why they were there bothering with the likes of me and they said that they'd rather be here with me than out there chasing some chav in a stolen car because they thought that I might have a chance at rebuilding my life. It was the first time in years that someone had shown an interest in helping me. All my friends and family had lost hope years before.

I saw the psychiatrist and he asked me if I wanted to be sectioned or if I wanted to admit myself voluntarily to the psychiatric ward. I asked him what the difference was and he said about 6 months, so I chose voluntary admittance because I had to be back at work soon bacause they wouldn't be able to cope without me would they?. I was completely off my rocker.

It was a locked ward. They gave me librium to stop the seizures you get from withdrawals and they showed me the same care and love that the policeman did. On the first night I had another moment of clarity, I didn't want to die this time though. I just realised that the game was up and I also realised that I couldn't fight it alone but that didn't matter because it seemed that everything would be ok because other people were willing to help me if only I asked. All my pride had gone, my ego was well and truely deflated but somehow it felt ok even though I was locked up and unable to get any booze. Ordinarily I would have been climbing the walls butinstead some kind of calm descended.

Over the days it became clear to me and the staff that I was not insane I was just an alcoholic. The psychosis was temporary. Alcoholic psychosis is short lived. Take away the alcohol and the psychosis goes. They suggested that I go back to AA. Up until then I hadn't even realised that the problem was my drinking. I went back to AA and since then I have never left.

Just a little less than 3 years ago my lifelong obsession with drink left me and as long as I practice a few simple daily steps I'm pretty certain it won't come back. I now know a new freedom and a new happiness. I don't regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it. I comprehend the word serenity and I know peace. That feeling of uselessness and self pity has disappeared. I have lost interest in selfish things and gained interest in other people. Fear of people and of economic insecurity has left me. My whole attitude and outlook on life has changed.

I don't plan on getting uttley drunk ever again because I don't plan on drinking again. For the majority of people, like my wife, alcohol is harmless - they get drunk every once and a while and it's not a problem, it's funny. But if you are an alcoholic of my type some day sooner or later you'll pass over the line of no return and you'll never be able to drink safely again. It suddenly goes from funny ha ha to funny peculiar and eventually it ends up in tradgedy. The only hope you have then is to admit you have a problem and ask for help..... .....and return all the traffic cones of course
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( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 10:53, 27 replies)

But did you get any traffic cones?

( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 11:03, closed)

I'm clicking this.

( Wet-chinned bag shanker Cannot parse Wogan, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 11:09, closed)

Fuck this, who's coming down the juicer?

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 11:10, closed)

Yeah, go on, I could murder a pint.

( stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Fri 15 Feb 2013, 11:14, closed)

pint pedestrian as I swerve onto the pavement.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Mon 18 Feb 2013, 13:47, closed)

lolwaki

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 11:13, closed)

You're not an alcoholic, you're a CONEaholic.
The booze was just a way of getting to the traffic cones.
( stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Fri 15 Feb 2013, 11:15, closed)

Fuck this, who's CONEing down the juicer?

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 11:17, closed)

Hell YEAH, there's roadworks EVERYWHERE on the way.
:D
( stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Fri 15 Feb 2013, 11:18, closed)

(◉‿◉)
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 11:22, closed)

I like this.
and by that I mean, does anyone fancy a pint?
( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 11:29, closed)

Me and Monty do The LOVELY sidekick, come on.
Hurry up, I've got a thirst on here.
( stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Fri 15 Feb 2013, 11:48, closed)

way to bum everyone out
i'm not inviting you to the pub
( The Doveston haunted by the memory of his own amnesia, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 11:35, closed)

Wow.

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 12:08, closed)

Cheers!

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 13:28, closed)

my pleasure

( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 14:15, closed)

'It was the first time in years that someone had shown an interest in helping me. All my friends and family had lost hope years before.'
Are you sure? I think you're probably writing off a lot of people there who cared deeply, but didn't know what to do. Your own selfish needs wrecked their lives, and now you glibly dismiss them in an internet post.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 14:55, closed)

Yes I'm sure
I've spoken to them all since I sobered up. It was really rough on them and probably the hardest thing in the world was for them to let me go but it was the best thing they could have done. I had to lose everything, I had to lose all hope before I could even begin to recover. Standard advice for friends and family of hopeless alocholics of my type is to abandon them to their drink.

You are right about the selfishness. Spot on in fact. I now know that self-centredness was the root of my troubles and yes it was all my own making - heavy drinking was just a symptom of it. I started drinking as an ego-centric adolescent and all the while I drank excessively I never grew up. I believe the alcoholic of my type is an extreme example of self-will run riot. Above all I have to be rid of the selfishness and that is the basis of my daily recovery today. It's not a case of just staying away from a drink instead I have to look out for self pity and resentments and nip them in the bud. In short I have to grow up and make up for the arrested emotional development that I suffered throughout 23 years of non-stop drinking
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( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 16:06, closed)

Well done for getting yourself back together.
I take it you're still with your wife and kids? Hope so anyway. I had a friend who couldn't stop and lost the lot. I feel guilty for not being able to help but I also know that there was absolutely nothing I could do.
(SpangoTheWonderBadger is brewing beer, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 14:58, closed)

I saw my kids for the first time in three and a half years a month ago.
It's a slow process, but it's a step in the right direction. When It comes to the family afterwards sometimes a lifetime isn't long enough to fully make amends for what you've done.

All I know is I've probably got another 30 or 40 years to go and that's lot longer than most alcoholics get even the first time round, hell it's more time than most non-alcoholics get to spend building relationships with their kids.

You are right - short of praying there's probably fuck all you can do for your friend

All the best
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( buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 16:00, closed)

Have a click, Sir!
for being open and honest. Stay on the tracks, or as they say in Lincolnshire, Drive Between the Ditches!
( The Lone Groover has mal des nuts., Fri 15 Feb 2013, 17:35, closed)

From someone who's
once been a friend of Bill's to having actively jumped off the wagon - fucking great share and 1 day at a time.
Not enough clicks in my mouse.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Fri 15 Feb 2013, 20:59, closed)

Well that wasn't very funny.
Nonetheless, I hope things continue to improve for you.
Good luck rebuilding relations with your children.
( 4Q just lurking, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 21:10, closed)

Crikey
That is one hell of an interesting but bleak read.
I hope your recovery continues and you can build bridges with those you affected.
I'm glad you made it through. x
( Herb Alpert's Taxi Driver I have very beautiful lips, Fri 15 Feb 2013, 22:08, closed)

Build bridges!
Don't jump off them!
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Wed 20 Feb 2013, 16:45, closed)

It was big of you to share that
Respect
( Twizla ...a shrew living on the edge of a bog, extinct on, Sat 16 Feb 2013, 20:22, closed)

Really glad I read that
has rang a few alarm bells for me if I'm honest.

great of you to share by the way, big respect.
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Mon 18 Feb 2013, 10:12, closed)