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Alcoholic at Sixteen

Updated on August 11, 2015

Life as an alcoholic began for me at the age of 16 and I was living in Germany as a military dependent. The legal drinking age there was 16. Of course, I didn’t know I was an alcoholic then. It began when I began working after school at the base cafeteria as a “soda jerk”.

I was in charge of making ice cream sundaes and serving customers with drinks…including domestic German draft beer. German beer has much higher alcohol content than American beers. It has about 12 percent alcohol content, comparable to most wines. I saw how much beer was wasted as it dribbled out of the tap after pouring a glass. So, not being one to be wasteful I placed a glass under the tap to catch the excess. When I took the used glasses to be washed I would secretly drink the saved beer when no one was looking.

It wasn’t long before I started to get a beer or two at a local pub during school lunch hour. It made the afternoon pass quicker. Surprisingly, no one seemed to notice. Sometimes my best friend, Doug, would accompany me. Soon after, we were regular drinking buddies after work.

There were already problems at home with my step dad and drinking didn’t help matters any. I left home and lived in Doug’s basement. I continued to go to school and work. However, on my 18th birthday I joined the Army to get back to the states on my own. My enlistment in the Army was cut short due to a few contractual details, but I later joined the Marine Corps.

Coincidentally, The Marine Corps was born at Tun Tavern on the Philadelphia waterfront in 1776. So it seemed I was in good company. The Marines may have an image of being hard, two fisted drinking men. However, I soon learned they frown upon drunks. One Gunnery Sergeant summed it all up for me. “When you’re straight you’re great. When you drink you stink!”

After a series of DUI’s over a few years the Corps in its’ infinite wisdom “suggested” I attend an alcohol abuse rehabilitation program. I went even though I was not convinced I was an alcoholic. Classic denial symptoms wouldn’t you say?

Tun Tavern

I graduated the 8 week program but my final speech indicated I still had a problem. My parting words were “I don’t know if I am an alcoholic or not…but as long as I don’t drink it doesn’t matter.” A page was subsequently entered into my service record book (SRB).

The treatment lasted about 6 months before I was back drinking again, but by this time I had been ordered to Okinawa, Japan. Many Marines stationed on “The Rock” found life on the small island boring after a few months and resorted to drinking downtown just to have something to do. Naturally, I was one of them. There were many mornings I arrived at work with a monstrous hangover but I managed to perform excellently at my job. I overheard one supervisor comment “He sure has a strong work constitution. I don’t know how he does it.”

There’s an explanation for comments like that. Alcoholics have to perform better to cover up the fact they have a drinking problem. There were strong hints by my superiors which I never caught. One editor assigned me to do an article on our alcohol rehabilitation program. But I was still in denial.

I had learned all the facts about alcoholism, but of course they didn’t apply to me. I had learned there is no cure for alcoholism…once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic. An alcoholic can “recover” but not cured. Simply put, someone can quit drinking but if they ever fall off the wagon they don’t start at the beginning again. They continue from the point they quit and sometimes drink more.

Volumes could be written on the reasons people drink to excess but you don’t see many about why they should quit. Some studies suggest alcoholism can be hereditary. There is definitely support for this theory in my family tree. Professionals have also classified alcoholism as a disease but I don’t buy that. There may be some heredity factors involved, but I haven’t heard anyone claim crack addiction is a disease. What’s the difference?

Let’s look at a few rationalizations. People drink because their football team won…they will also drink because their team lost. What about “I drink beer because I like the way it tastes”? I like soft drinks but I don’t drink 12 at one sitting. People drink because they like the way it makes them feel. One humorous anecdote I recall is “The west wasn’t won with the Winchester rifle. It was won with firewater.”

I first quit drinking when my wife threatened to leave me. That lasted for 5 years until other problems forced me to leave her. Without her I felt there was no longer any reason to continue my alcohol abstinence. And true to the above stated facts concerning a recovered alcoholic, I picked up exactly where I left off. But now I no longer had the job security of military life. Civilian employers will not tolerate alcoholic behavior. I lost job after job due to alcoholism. Too many unexcused absences or the boss smelling alcohol on my person ended up with a pink slip being issued. But I had still not learned my lesson. Denial is a powerful thing. No one wants to be classified as an alcoholic.

The realization I was an alcoholic came about 10 years ago. I had lost yet another job and I was now homeless. I had believed I was covering my drinking habits fairly well. I wasn’t. My family and friends knew. They always do.

Fortunately, I hadn’t burned all my bridges and my family still cared about me. My sister, the oldest of my siblings, was the one who came to my rescue. Not gently, mind you, but rudely with a “tough love” tactic. Of course, I didn’t see it at the time. She just told me in no uncertain terms she didn’t have time to fool with me anymore. She had a business to run and her own problems to deal with. I was stunned and seriously hurt by her cutting words. I must have a serious problem if my own sister was tossing me on the rubbish pile. Her parting words to me suggested I needed professional help and not to bother her anymore until I had dealt with my problem.

So, realizing I indeed was an alcoholic I went to a VA substance abuse rehabilitation program. This time I paid attention. There are other good rehab programs available, but I won’t go into their track records of success since there’s some religious controversy surrounding some of the programs. Suffice it to say, I know who my higher power is and he has a name…God.

I can’t with any certainty credit the rehab program I was in for any success. My thirst for alcohol and cessation of drinking actually ended when I admitted to God I was powerless over alcohol and my life was out of control. I prayed for him to take the craving for it from my life. He did. The mere smell of alcohol disgusts me now and I have no desire to return to the pit which held me in captivity for so many years.

I have been sober for over 12 years now. It’s great to wake up without a hangover!


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      John Young 7 years ago from Florence, South Carolina

      Good for you. That's what he needed.

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      Amie Warren 7 years ago

      Congratulations! My father was an alcoholic, and I only confronted him once, and that was when he blamed his drinking on me. I told him he had blamed each child in turn for his drinking, and if he wasn't strong enough to face life sober, it wasn't my fault.

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      John Young 7 years ago from Florence, South Carolina

      Two years is nothing to sneeze at either. Those are usually the roughest ones to conquer.

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      lemtar989900 7 years ago from austin. texas

      I too am an alcoholic..been sober for almost 2 years..I too, had the tough love from family...I applaud you, for 10 years. I look up to you. It is a tough road that we travel friend. May God bless you in your journey's.

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      John Young 7 years ago from Florence, South Carolina

      Thank you kind lady. If someone has a drinking problem, stay away from any romantic interests with them.

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      Martie Coetser 7 years ago from South Africa

      I am so glad you conquered that darn devil called Al Cohol. We can, indeed, conquer anything with the power given to us by God. If we want to. What always shocks me is the behaviour of drunkards. While drunk, most of them say and do things that are totally unacceptable, and on top of this they have the AUDACITY to justify themselves (even on behalf of God) and blame others for their compulsive drinking disorders. I rejected a man I loved because of this issue. Perhaps I love myself too much, for I’m not willing to allow anybody to destroy my peace and joy. Your struggle with this issue, your victory and your honest confession touched my heart. And I loved this one: “When you’re straight you’re great. When you drink you stink!” Take a bow!

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      John Young 7 years ago from Florence, South Carolina

      Thank you very much. Some stories I can crank out in 20 minutes. Others like this one took over 3 hours. Sometimes it's hard to bring up so many bad memories.

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      rkhyclak 7 years ago from Ohio

      Fantastic hub! Thank you for sharing this :) Great job on being sober, too. God can do it all!