A Story of an Alcoholic's Attitude to Alcoholism in the 1960's

Terry TrainorStarred Page By Terry Trainor, 12th Apr 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1rl1sjul/
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In the 1960's alcoholism was a condition that nobody would admit to. Here is a short story of a man who slipped down a very slippery slope, his life was all but destroyed by his illness but he refused to admit that he was an alcoholic.

What Did I do last Night?

I don’t know, I just don’t know, what did I do last night? The memory of something really bad is stuck in my head but remembering, no chance. Went down the pub last night got drunk again, wonder if they barred me, they have been warning me a lot lately. If I could just stick to the beer it would be fine but it always happens, the whisky starts to flow, then the anger, insulting my friends, then the rest is just a blur. God I feel rough, another trip to the toilet might do the trick though that’s the third time this morning. Maybe a hair of the dog, yes that’s a great idea, that will make me feel better.

Well I have managed to get a quarter of the bottle down and the sick feeling has gone a little, I am far too hard on myself, everyone likes a drink why should I be different. What about Bob, he’s always down there, drunk as a lord bet he feels worse than me, anyway if things had got out of hand they would have called the police or thrown me out. Let’s just go and look at my trousers to see if there is any mud on them.

Sod Work Today

Sod work today, a day in bed is what’s needed and some more of that whisky. Drinking at home seems to be a good idea lately at least it keeps me out of trouble. Blimey it’s nine o’clock and there is over half the bottle gone, but things are back to normal, everything is in prospective. If I had been out of order last night someone would have knocked on my door by now. You know I’m paranoid just because last night’s activities don’t spring to mind that doesn’t mean there was trouble. Why am I always putting myself down, I’m a nice bloke and have some good friends. Although saying that not many people come round any more, in fact nobody comes around any more.

I might as well finish the whisky the pubs open at half past ten better go and ‘bite the bullet’. Won’t bother washing this morning just a splash of water and some Brute should do the trick. It’s nice here just sitting drinking, no hassles about how much I have put away just a nice peaceful morning. Well that’s it the bottles gone let’s get down the pub.

Down the Pub the Next Day

Bit nippy this morning better put on a big coat, don’t want to catch a cold. I’ll leave the doors open, saves me looking for my keys when I come home. Well I had better get my skates on. It is cold out today but at least I am nice and warm inside, whoops nearly fell of the kerb better look where I’m going. What’s that bloke looking at? ‘Hey you what’s your problem, got nothing better to do eh? Go on and mind your own business, get a life.’ That told him, the nosey old git, why can’t people mind their own business?

The pub light are on so it must be open, here goes, if I’m in trouble lets get it over with. Morning Pete pint of bitter please, ‘cheer up it may never happen.’ ‘It has happened George, you’ve come back, now I told you last night any more trouble just one small thing and you’re barred, do you understand that, do you?’ ‘Yes if you want to pick me out from all the others I do, this is a pub Pete and you serve alcoholic drinks, alcohol makes people drunk, did you know that, did you, if you don’t like what you do then get another job and stop moaning at people who pay your wages, now where’s my pint of bitter?

Why Does Everyone Blame my Drinking?

I spend my hard earned money in this pub and all I get is a school boy telling off, why does everyone pick on me? Because I’m a nice guy that’s why, the next person who gives me the sharp end of their tongue will know all about it that’s for sure.

My wife left me, she said it was because of my drinking, what a load of old cobblers, she left me because she was carrying on with another bloke, she can’t face reality so she puts the blame on me. Those bloody shakes came back again yesterday they worry me they do and some of my dreams frighten the life out of me. I don’t know what to do, even a knock on the door makes me jump out of my skin and things are crawling about in the house, I have caught them from the corner of my eye. Trouble is I am in such a state that I need a drink to get to sleep at night, must make an appointment to see a doctor. And I must remember to tell him about memory loss, hey that’s a good one.

Morning Doctor

‘Morning doctor,’ Please sit down Mr. Hyde, what seems to be the problem?’ ‘Well doctor, It seemed to start when I lost my appetite always feeling sick and actually being sick most mornings. My moods seem to change very quickly and I can be inconsiderate and tell lots of lies and I have not been at work for weeks. It seems that everything is sad and when I think of the old days I sometimes start to cry and I get angry very quickly. My wife has left me for another bloke but to ease her conscience she blames my drinking. I do drink a lot but it is all under control. Sometimes I shake and it is so bad that I have to lay down if not I would fall down. I am always worried about something and have such terrible nightmares. I am restless, frightened and can see creatures scurrying about from the corner of my eyes. Also my memory is not what it was and I forget important things, I used to be quite clever but not anymore and my friends just don’t want to know me. Just the other morning I went down the pub and after half an hour they barred me for no reason. My home is a mess and I just can’t seem to do right from wrong. Can you help me, please help me, I just don’t know what is going on.’

How Much do you Drink Mr. Hyde

‘Do you drink much Mr. Hyde?’ ‘Well doctor, I’m like everybody else I used to like to go down to the pub, just to be sociable, but now they have barred me I have the odd drink at home, why’? ‘I think you have a drinking problem but I cannot help you if you don’t tell the truth, I can smell the drink on you now, my surgery smells like a brewery, Mr. Hyde tell me how much you really drink.’ Well I get up in the morning and start on the whisky when that settles in I feel better then I make my way to the Off Licence and buy some more. I buy three bottles and I drink two, but even in my drunkenness I know that I must keep at least one bottle for the morning, if I don’t I’m a wreck.’ Mr. Hyde I am going to give you some sedatives but you must be very careful take one in the morning and gradually reduce the amount you are drinking. I am going to send you to hospital for treatment they will help you fight your addiction but you must do as they say. I will send you a letter when we have an admission date. Here is your prescription take them exactly how I have explained to you, goodbye Mr. Hyde.’

A Load of Old Bollocks

Well that was a load of old bollocks me an alcoholic, the mans a fool, he gets all that money for nothing, I don’t know? I had better stop at the Off Licence and get my supply for the day. It is incomprehensible a blind man can see I am ill, I wonder what these sedatives will be like with a good drink inside me, at least that was a little bonus? Otherwise what a waste of time.

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Addiction, Beer, Denial, Loss Of Friends, Morning Sickness, Paraniod, Whisky

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author avatar Delicia Powers
12th Apr 2013 (#)

Outstanding article!-Terry I do think that perhaps- there may not be a family left that does not have to deal with this huge problem-memories or life now ...thanks Terry

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author avatar Terry Trainor
12th Apr 2013 (#)

Yes Delicai, some things don't change. Thanks for you lovely comments.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
12th Apr 2013 (#)

Thanks johnnydod

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
12th Apr 2013 (#)

Beautifully narrated, Terry. Most are in denial. I remember one who was very welcoming and a gentleman. He served tea and coffee to guests while he used cup and saucer to hide his habit that started from morning - siva

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author avatar Terry Trainor
13th Apr 2013 (#)

The alcoholic can be as devious as a snake.

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
12th Apr 2013 (#)

It is heartrending the destruction alcohol does to the one who is addicted and everyone around them if it goes unchecked . It certainly has destroyed enough homes and lives , and with the easy access to cheap drink anywhere there is no way of holding the demon back . I still feel sad for those caught in the maelstrom though Terry . This was a good write .
God bless you .
Stella >I<

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author avatar Terry Trainor
12th Apr 2013 (#)

Thank you Stella

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author avatar Retired
13th Apr 2013 (#)

excellent narration. really enjoyed it! :)

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author avatar Terry Trainor
13th Apr 2013 (#)

Thank Ambrine for you lovely comment.

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author avatar Songbird B
19th Apr 2013 (#)

Having known an alcoholic and watched his steady decline for many years, this is all too true to life Terry. Luckily my friend got help just in time, and has just celebrated 6 years alcohol free.. He is a changed man, and now helps at a AA himself to give back to the community that helped support him. Not everyone has that happier ending unfortunately..A powerful story, very well told as only you can my friend..\0/x

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