Aspies are known for their honesty. So I'm going to be honest.
I drink too much. And if I carry on as I am, it'll catch up with me very soon.
I think of myself as having a drink problem. I think that it's something I can manage. But being honest again - I'm actually a functioning alcoholic.
It's been hard for me to accept this. I've been in denial for a long time. The main reason is that, throughout my teens and 20s, I hardly drank at all. An occasional can of beer - or a few more at a special celebration. I was too committed to personal fitness - distance running, cycling, swimming - and alcohol didn't fit into that. When I was in training for a marathon, say, I'd even regard an occasional pint of shandy as detrimental to my regime.
Things began to change when I got married at 40, in 2000. It was the first time I'd cohabited, and I found it difficult. Alcohol took the anxiety away and made it bearable. Even so, I wasn't drinking abnormally. But more than I'd drunk before.
After my divorce, when I got back to living alone again, it settled down. I got back to just drinking occasionally. I didn't really need it.
Then I started a new and stressful job, in my mid-40s, and started to drink a little more again. Then a little more. I went through a period of counselling to help me with my mental health problems at the time, and was referred to an alcohol unit. There, I started mixing with hardened alcoholics. People who'd drunk litres of hard booze a day for years. People way, way out of my league. It made me realise that I didn't have a problem at all... and that perhaps I could allow myself to loosen up a bit.
In 2013, I started my last cohabiting relationship, during which - because of the difficulties I had once again with living with another person - my drinking escalated. Two bottles of wine a day, sometimes - even though I was continuing to keep fit with healthy eating, running, cycling and swimming. Then, after that relationship was over, I had the next issue of my mother's rapidly deteriorating health. In October 2016, I gave up work to care for her full-time. It was hugely stressful for me in emotional and psychological terms - knowing I was losing the only person on earth who really meant anything to me, and having to be on the ball 24/7. During that time, I was a highly-functioning drinker. I needed it to take the edge off of what I was going through, and what was happening. My daily intake, during those 7 months, averaged 12 units of alcohol.
Fast-forward to now. Since my mother passed away, I've continued to function well. I hold down a job. I still do lots of physical exercise, and am - as my GP has told me - fitter than many men half my age. At almost 60, I can cycle 10 miles in 35 minutes. I regularly swim. I can run up four flights of stairs without getting out of breath.
But my drinking is getting the better of me. It's self-medication. It kills my anxiety - at the same time as exacerbating my day-after depression. I wake in the mornings thinking 'Never again'... only to end up going out for a bottle of wine. Then, later, maybe another.
I've been on annual leave from work for the last 2 weeks. I drank quite a bit during most of the first week, because I was under stress over issues at work and with an new job offer I was undecided about. Then, I stopped... and I didn't drink at all for a week. And now, since my relapse last Wednesday, I've averaged 15 units a day. Yesterday, I drank 27 units of alcohol - and woke up this morning feeling none the worse (if ever a warning sign was needed). Today I decided not to touch a drop. But I've just finished my first bottle of red wine (9.8 units) and am off out for more.
I'm worried about it, of course. At the same time... it's one of the few things I do that makes life seem bearable.
I'm sure there are others of you out there with the same struggles.
I'm trying hard to stop. But there's a part of me that says 'What the f**k? Does it matter that much? Carry on. When it kills you, your pain will be over - and at least you'll die happy.'
I've just watched this, because I'm trying to watch things that will make me sit up sharply and take notice, and do something about my drinking.
I don't like the emphasis on how much problem drinking is costing the taxpayer, because I think that's entirely the wrong way to approach it. But it's worth watching if you're going through what I'm going through at the moment.
Thanks for reading.
You've taken a big step forward already by writing down and posting what you have, and you haven't shied away from the dilemmas that you face every day; anxiety relief now vs. depression tomorrow, wanting to help yourself vs. what's the point?
My experience of alcohol problems is very different to yours, almost the inverse; I had my worst period in my late teens and early twenties, and there was no "epiphany" which quickly took me back to sobriety, it's been a slow, uphill battle over many years (I was always too stubborn and proud to ask for the help which I could and should have done.)
I will say only for now, that when I was at a point similar to where you are now, I carried on spiralling downwards, into some behaviour which I still profoundly regret to this day. I don't mean this as any kind of "pity olympics", and I don't know whether anything that worked for me would work for you; just to prompt you to at least arrest your fall so that the work of recovery does not become any harder.
I made a whole bunch of notes about my memories, such as they are, of my alcohol experiences since first reading this thread; I had never tried to piece together the whole story before, let alone look at how my then unknown autism may have played into it. So even with this thread, you have helped someone, because you spurred me to do that. I do not want to spam your thread with endless paragraphs all about me if you don't feel that it would be helpful. I'm not even sure how much of it I can even make coherent. But I am happy to share my story with you if you think it appropriate.
In the mean-time, the other posters on the thread have given good advice for what to do in the short-term. I wish that drug and alcohol services such as we have now had been available to me when I was at my most messed up. Do make use of them.
I'm extremely grateful for what you've said here, and am happy for you to spill the beans if you so wish.
OK, then. It'll take me a while to make my notes into something readable, but I'll see what I can knock together.