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Why I stopped binge drinking

I first began drinking when I was 15. I remember I’d go out to a party with a couple of cans, only two or three and sit back, chat or dance the night away. At the start it never bothered me if I didn’t have a drink because there was always someone who wasn’t drinking.

Later on, as I continued to go out more often, one, two or three cans turned into much more. Where I was from, drinking seemed to be socially accepted. So my cans turned into a quarter, then a half, and then a bottle of alcohol a night, straight from the bottle without any non alcohol drinks between or to mix it with. For some reason it was cool to be carrying a bottle in your hand, not a can but a bottle.

I’d go out once or twice a weekend and soon the amount of alcohol I was drinking was paying a price on my body. While I never passed out, or violently vomited everywhere (although I did vomit a few times here and there) I did get my fair share of hangovers.

Most of my weekends I had to work so I’d turn up to work with the worst hang over, unable to complete my job to my full ability.  On days where I didn’t have to work, the night before I would go all out, and spend the next day in bed, unable to get out because I was suffering from a killer hangover. Some day’s people would remind me of things that I did throughout the night; things that I wouldn’t do normally and I can’t remember them. It scared me, what if something happened and I had no control over it because I was too pissed to notice or even care.

One night I went out with all my friends and I didn’t drink, it was a real eye opener watching my friends get drunk, do things they wouldn’t do sober, vomit, pass out. I wondered if I was like this when I was drinking.

About two years ago, I got really sick and developed glandular fever, which attacked my liver.  Which means now, for the remainder of my life I have to watch what I drink. Small amounts of alcohol can take its toll on my body. An extreme amount of alcohol and my body no longer mix and is really dangerous for me.  I’ve only been drunk once since then, and I paid the price for that and still at times I get reminded!

I still go out; on a rare occasion I will have a drink, but only 1 or 2, which I mix myself. People call me weak or boring, but I’m cool with that.  I go out with my friends that binge drink and I feel that I have as much fun as they do, except I don’t have a killer headache the next day, or spend my night spewing in the toilet!

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