Is this morning’s snippet...I overheard while passing two women talking at the corner of Wacker and Washington.
Ironically, this has been a recent topic of discussion on my good friend Hedy’s blog and it touched a cord within a lot of people.
I have alcoholism on both sides of my family as far back as I can see and I have witnessed the devastating effects it can have on generation-after-generation.
I have gone through the family programs and I know the signs of trouble...way before it becomes an issue.
But I still drink.
Cautiously and responsibly...well most of the time...
there was the incident when I had to learn the hard way that THREE martinis are way too much; and several times I have re-learned that my limit of beers should be four; and the whole giving out my checking deposit slip to a complete stranger at a bar...
Okay-okay...but those incidents are in the past, let's move on.
I try to keep the knowledge and lived-out-experience that it might become a problem in the forefront of my mind and I never, ever drink and drive.
So to hear this woman say “he might be a borderline alcoholic”...made me think that some people still don’t know how to define an alcoholic. Here are just two basic questions that might be asked:
Is drinking negatively impacting relationships with family and friends?
Is there an “all or nothing” mentality when it comes to drinking?
As I commented in Hedy’s blog...my father got sober and stayed sober until his last breath, giving our family 14 alcohol-free years...he soberly welcomed my son, Phillip, into this world just months after treatment; three years later, my daughter, was born and he lovingly grandfathered my children – something that would have been impossible had his drinking continued.
“Borderline”...when it comes to drinking...
what are you thinking?