Personal Narrative: When He Tried Alcohol

Knowing some of my family and their hardships because of reputation I have been able to observe reputation’s inaccuracy first hand. For my entire childhood, I grew up with an alcoholic father. He never once laid a hand on me. That was something that he had promised me, he will never hit me, for as long as I live. He said if I ever made it to the point where I needed to be hit, then that was his fault. There are stories about him tangled up in fights when he was much younger, yet that is as far as his violent tendencies had come,as far as I am aware. One day my Mom had apprehensively explained to me that I would not be seeing my dad that week, an incident had occurred between him and his wife, now ex wife, my father had been taken to jail.

My relationship with drugs first began during my senior year of high school. While most of my peers attended their first parties years earlier, my first was not until I was already 17 years old. I still remember feeling so cool for attending my first party and having my first sip of alcohol. The feeling of being drunk was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I felt liberated, like I could break out of my quiet shell and be that fun, goofy person that everyone wanted to hang out with. Prior to this night I had never used any type of substance, legal or illegal. Since then I have continued using alcohol while also trying various different types of drugs including caffeine, marijuana, tobacco, and adderall.

Due to my father’s alcoholism, boundaries would sometimes get rigid. When my father drank, he would isolate himself from the rest of family; sometimes as long as a month. He was a functioning alcoholic, so he would go to work, but then come home, go to his room and drink. When he would sober up, he would realize the effects of his absence and the loss of respect and influence within the family. He would then try to make up for lost time by becoming a tyrant. When this happened, we, as kids were aware that what he said was law and there was no room for questions, debate, or negotiation. Even my mother was afraid of him. If the trashcans were not brought in by one of my brothers, my father would start yelling. If someone was taking a shower and he thought s/he was using up too much water, he would start yelling. When one of my brothers didn’t have a job, he would yell at him and call him a worthless loser. The yelling was epic; audible to the neighbors. If we didn’t do this and if we didn’t do that, he would threaten to shut off our cell phones, shut off the Internet, and stop payments on car insurance. He even yelled at us in front of our friends, which caused us to stop inviting anyone over, which is typical: “Children, for example, no longer invite their friends to their homes (Ackerman, 1987, p. 272.”

He drinks every weekend. He says that his drinking problem has improved and that he is consuming less alcohol than he did three years ago. He used to drink daily, but now he has cut it down to just drinking on the weekend. Luis also has a problem with opening up with others. He tends to keep his feeling and issues and feeling to himself, rather than seeking help.

This article depicts one man's journey through alcoholism, beginning when he was a young teen and following him all the way through college and the event that finally knocked some sense into him. I personally have never understood the allure of drinking. Being in high school, I know many people who drink on a regular basis. They go to parties and drink to the point where they can no longer control their actions or even their thoughts. They wake up the next morning in a haze, and half the time they can't recall the events of the night before.

Due to economic circumstances and my father's alcohol abuse, my family suffered from family problems and emotional pain. My father would come home drunk and argue with my mother about our economic circumstances. I was too young to understand what was occurring between my parents and I grew up believing that this was the typical family. I remember a specific occasion when my dad came home and he said that he was tired of us. He left my mom with my three siblings and I without money and anywhere to go. This situation terrified me and caused me to focus in school to forget about my personal problems. I could not understand how my father could leave us and not care for us. We then lived in someone's garage because we could not afford a home. Throughout

This time they decided to send me out of town to a program in Arizona. I arrived there on a Friday, however, the program wasn 't to commence until that Monday. There was no way I was going to check in and be on lockdown, knowing that I still had a weekend to play with. I checked into a hotel and prepared myself for, what I thought would turn out, a great time. I learned that things don 't always turn out as planned. I hit the town running at full speed seeking the first bar I could locate to get things kicked off. Before I knew it, I had gone from one bar to another, even catching taxis to get to and from them. When I made it back to the hotel room, I was pretty loaded and should have called it quits. But there 's another thing I

On August 20, 2015, I started my freshman year at the private school known as the University of Indianapolis. I could have sworn up and down that the bazillion movies I had watched over the span of the summer had prepared me for this journey. Truth is, it didn’t. It left huge gaping holes. If it prepared me for anything, it would be the amount of alcohol some people stupidly consumed because they do not know their limits and some campus employees are handsome beyond approach. I am not against drinking at all. In fact, if I was just ten months older I would probably partake in a couple. No matter what party you attend, there will be that group of people who consume every drink there to the point they can’t see two feet in front of them. However,

Life seemed normal at first, I was a normal 14 year old boy in High School, but when I had my first sip of what seemed like the best thing in the world it was soon to be found out that i had an alcohol addiction that would then last for the rest of my schooling life. When me and my mates went to my brother's 18th birthday party everything went downhill we were slowly pushed into a circle and told to chug a fool 325mL of full strength beer from then on i was unstoppable i would then have another 5, 6 and lastly an eighth. When i leave the party someone shouts “have another one” but my mates held me back they knew something was wrong, my forehead was throbbing and an excruciating noise of a million drums rang in my head.Subsequently I hit the

I could not be more convinced that a meticulous probe into my past, would highlight an appalling union between my clashes with felicity, and my resistless passion for alcohol. Furthermore, I'm sure an identical abstract of my life, will expound on how the same passion played a critical role in my decision to relocate from New Orleans La., to Atlanta Ga. From what I was able to ascertain by way of reliable sources, such as my wife, is that my frontmost purpose for making such a precipitous decision, was to find support for the perilous conditions in which my life hovered into. Though I was unable to discern many of the uncivil practices I came to embrace, it was clear that most of the people who were familiar with my condition, were also

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I was raised in a household with my parents and my siblings; a younger brother and a younger sister. My father suffered with alcohol dependency and health issues so was usually out of work. My mother, although not at my father’s level, often used to copy his actions and engage in alcohol abuse too. With very little household income, money was tight and so there was frequently insufficient food in the house. In addition, other problems associated with alcohol misuse often presented, including domestic violence and arguing. At that time domestic violence was a private matter and so no help was every provided, even though children witnessed unpleasant events. Instead, as the eldest I took it on myself to ensure that both younger children were cared for and shielded. This meant that I was very mature as I had to grow up fast. At that time I believed that my dad was responsible for the situation as that was what my mother used to say to me. The wider family also believed similarly and viewed our family as ‘trouble’ so used to distance themselves from us. Even the school I attended used to treat me differently

I glance over at the clock. 6:45 – late again. As I scramble to wake everyone up, I pop bagels into the toaster and set out the cereal for my siblings – no milk. As I dart to the outdoor refrigerator, something warm and crimson sticks to the bottom of my feet. My heart sinks and immediately I’m sprinting to call 911.