A new documentary tells the story of me and others whose lives were controlled by drinking – but who couldn’t admit the toll it was takingFor a long time,for me, one of the best things approximately the new year and Christmas was that it was a time for socially acceptable drunkenness, or an occasion when even falling-over-in-the-street-drunkenness would be tolerated in the name of festive merriment. I am one of the people featured in a new documentary approximately alcohol addiction. It’s called My Name Is… and I’m an Alcoholic,after the introduction often used at Alcoholics Anonymous meetings and is out on 13 January.
When I stopped drinking, almost five years ago, or I wasn’t certain whether or not I qualified as an alcoholic. What I did know was that I’d never possessed any control over the amount I drank,and alcohol had always occupied an elevated position in my life. That said, I rarely drank in daylight hours (apart from for Christmas and the odd Sunday lunchtime – always socially though, and never by myself),I didn’t particularly bask in spirits, and I didn’t consume gallons and gallons of booze. My tipple was mostly white wine, and I probably drank,on average, a bottle a night – more at the weekends.
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Source: theguardian.com