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Your article on proselytizing was the first thing I read this morning. Frankly Go You. An éloquent and rational response to a subject that is no small matter. For my part admitting I’m sober is akin to coming out which I’m also terrified about because I’m in my 60s and have 3 kids.

Alcohol was the elixir (sic) that I had to drown myself in to have even a conversation with anyone let alone men. I had to be drunk for sex with men or else I panicked. Subconscious knew I was queer but strict upbringing made it impossible. Alcohol is a kind of invisibility cloak.

So yes, after 40 years of slowly killing myself, my potential self, and ruining my kids’ lives (that might be the shame talking-they are very well happy adjusted adults with whom, now I’m sober, I have a good relationship with. I’m very lucky), it is very difficult for me to say I don’t drink. I certainly don’t say I’m sober. My kids are extremely proud of me because they know how hard I’ve struggled to get this monkey off my back. My mum is still holding her breath as to whether I’ll start again. She has had to take the brunt of most of it, especially when I was in rehab twice.

I’m stunned that an intelligent woman would even bother to make such a comment. As you say there’s plenty of other guff on the internet to click onto.

People getting sober usually have suffered and many are full of shame. That is my current nemesis. It’s bad enough to have to defend my sober choices when on the rare occasion I venture out to socialize with friends. They obviously knew me as a boozer. I’m English so you’ll have to forgive the slang.

I’ve struggled all my adult life with alcohol. When younger I found myself in some very dangerous dark places. I’m surprised I’m still here. My latter years were confined to drinking at home so no one really knew the extent of my problems.

I got increasingly depressed and anxious and physically sick. Covid tipped it all over into a no boundaries all in disaster. Bereavement, my own Covid experiences, loneliness etc were fuel to the out of control forest fires raging in me which alcohol or wine kept alive while I slowly killed myself.

Writing about my experiences and especially in the light of sobriety has been of enormous help. Quit lit brave no holds barred writers, especially women, have paved the way for me to start living my life again, yes even in my 60s.

I’m sad I didn’t stop with the first 5 months rehab in my 30s. What I could have achieved!!! 😞.

I’m excited for this younger generation of people who are making the healthy choice to not drink, to eat well and to use their bodies in the way nature intended. The older writers of quit lit have bravely shone their light on their shame, aired their dirty washing to show alcohol for the sham it is.

I fell into the con of thinking of alcohol as this amazing magical transformative experience in the 1970s. It was all around me, normal, a rite of passage. I hated it at first but I made myself get used to it disguising it with sweet juice in order to “pass”. I was an anxious shy invisible creature (so I thought) without getting mashed in social interactions. Then I transformed into a sexy attractive woman chased by men. 🤢

I got into my stride in my 30s with high powered jobs and travel. Airports are still a massive trigger for me. No one knew my pain. I worked, had three kids, passed 5 degrees, taught, had terrible relationships with men, hence being a single mother for most of that time.

On reflection does that make me weak? I achieved huge success despite my addiction. I’d suggest that I’m actually fucking strong.

Being an intelligent person it is difficult to square the harm I knew I was doing to myself and my family and doing it anyway. So I lived in a deadly cycle of giving in to my addiction while hating myself for it, feeling shame especially when I ended up down some very dark deep holes for which there were dire consequences, while keeping up the appearance of being a strong successful working single mum, with disastrous relationships in between.

So if anyone told me I was proselytizing when I finally gather the courage to say No I don’t drink thanks, I think at this point I would hit the roof. In an icy cold logically withering way of course. I am quite eloquent and mindful in what I do and say these days. But of course if the person questioning my alcohol free choices is already drunk or drinking I’m going to give them both barrels aren’t I? Despite my introverted nature.

Thanks for your eloquence and exploration of this matter. It had never occurred to me that intelligent people would diss others who are trying to better themselves and by doing impacting positively everyone around them.

My alcohol/sober journey has been hell. I’m writing my own memoir. It’s cathartic but bloody painful. I’ll put it out there for no other reason than wanting to help others who think sobriety is impossible. I’m living- just - proof that it isn’t and sobriety it’s the best thing you can do for yourself and your family and self esteem.

I rarely talk about my journey or admit to friends that I’m sober. I’m still somewhat of a hermit. But you’ve inspired me to get my own quit lit out there. For some reason I’m angry as I write this mainly I think because my sobriety was hard fought and still fragile. But anger can galvanize to action. So. Watch me now!!!

Thank you for your service.

Karen

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Julie Fontes's avatar

I used to get so annoyed and triggered when people would share their soberversaries on social media, and you nailed it. That was never about them. It was about me. I was annoyed with myself, and I’m probably annoying the hell out of a lot of people right now every time I share about how great it is and that I wrote a book about it.

I needed the writers in early sobriety though! Taking the sobriety movement out of dark anonymous spaces is a wonderful thing. Reading thoughtful individualistic approaches and different ideas about what it means to quit alcohol helps people shed their shame. Thanks for writing this and everything you write and for amplifying the voices of others every day. They can’t stuff us back in the cave!!

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