reboot wrote:
Meg,
I am/was a big binge drinker and I can relate to your story. When i started I also had some very depressing mornings where i woke up very unhappy with myself. But you must continue to follow the golden rule and keep at it for it to work.
I can only talk about my experience but it did take awhile for the binging to slow down. I am not ready to say it has stopped completely but I am getting closer. I started TSM after several months of heavy drinking that started in Nov of 2014 and went into June of 2015. Not every day blackouts but a really bad roll. It took several months before I really started seeing a big difference. But after those several months I started getting better control on my day to day drinking and on MOST of my black out nights. And it took almost 5 months for me to be at the point of saying I feel almost normal in my drinking habits. BUT there are still a few days that I started early and drank late but even on those days I have had more control. I am not cured so it is a work in progress but I wanted to give you an idea of the time line it may take for you to get more control.
I will tell you that my biggest problem is hanging out with old drinking buddies and thinking I will be fine - but sometimes I seem to still allow myself to get sucked into running really hard. So you may want to make some excuses on the happy hours and parties until you get better control. Or at least cut them down.
It is an up and down ride and it is not a magic pill but it does work if you keep following the golden rule and learn from your mistakes.
Thanks so much for sharing your story, Reboot. It's really helpful to hear from fellow "bingers," as I imagine the experience is a bit different for us. Frequency of drinking is not my problem; losing control whenever I
do drink is. So it's scary for me to contemplate the Sinclair Method and ask myself how long it will take to feel in control of alcohol if I factor in the awareness that my next drink may not be until three weekends from now. As much as I've obsessively researched extinction (it's brilliant and fascinating), I'm still not sure whether it relies on frequency alone, or whether the passage of time also helps. Because if we're relying on frequency, here, it could take years for me to get better. And I just can't handle contemplating (more) years of the horrible situations that arise when I drink, or the shame, or the embarrassment or the damaged relationships or the hiding. I hide this problem so well that unless you've ever watched me try to stick to one drink, you wouldn't know there was a problem. It's just that I can't remember the last time I've had (pre-Nal) less than eight drinks in a sitting, no matter how much I tell myself it's going to be different, no matter how much I make check-marks on my hand or ask a friend to cut me off or only bring cash to the bar. My drunk self is much sneakier and fights much dirtier than my sober self. My drunk self, in fact, is unequivocally abusive to my sober self. My drunk self uses my sober self's body and mind for only one purpose and doesn't really care how my sober self will feel about it the next day. My drunk self does not have empathy for my sober self, and my sober self has nothing but empathy for everyone, and it's a terrible recipe for crippling shame when the dust has settled and I'm just me.
Eight drinks on a 105-pound frame is a lot. I'm also young and female and too trusting when I'm drunk, and it's only a matter of time before something really, really bad happens. So time is an important thing to me. I'm already aware that I'm too old to be behaving like a college kid, and yet still young enough to be a target for d-bags, which puts me in the dead center of an overlapping Venn diagram of desperation to stop. I just want to stop getting drunk. More than anything else in my life.
It's just that I've tried everything else and it doesn't work. It's not a matter of abstaining, going to group meetings, finding a higher power. I tried so hard to abstain that I almost accidentally killed myself by mixing drinking with antabuse. And I went to meetings, but they made me depressed, because I had nothing in common with any of the people there besides the drinking issue; it was humbling but ultimately not helpful for me to try to use the group I was with as a point of reference for my own life. And science is my only higher power. So thank [science] for the Sinclair Method, because this is the ONE thing pertaining to my life-rupturing drinking problem that I've ever had faith in.
Because of that, I'm pretty terrified that the Sinclair Method is going to let me down, or that because I'm an infrequent binger rather than a daily drinker it's going to take too long, and that I'm just going to keep playing Russian roulette every weekend in the meantime. That doesn't mean I'm ever going to quit trying; I'm just expressing my fears. I have no doubt that I won't quit this, which is so much more than I could ever say for any of the other methods I've tried. It's just that this seems like the only way to quit that could ever possibly make sense to me, and if it fails...what else is left? It's absolutely terrifying to feel like you're confronting your last possible option and that everything rests on this. Incidentally, I have confronted that "last possible option" feeling once before, with surgery for a medical condition, and it worked out in my favor. But this is so, so, so much harder. If surgery had failed I would have lost my health but I would not have lost my dignity, relationships, values, mental well-being, and everything that gives me my particular quirky little blend of personality traits that make me proud of who I am. I wasn't scared of surgery. People thought I was so brave for putting on a cheerful face throughout that ordeal, but they don't understand how easy it is to handle something that threatens your physical well-being if you've ever had your mental well-being threatened. When something threatens your mental well-being, it is EVERYTHING. Everything. It is everything you are and everyone you know. It is your legacy. These stakes feel so high. I'm terrified.
I guess on the plus side, I'm working on getting into grad school for neuroscience, so if this fails I'll just go into addiction research until the day I find another treatment or do end up accidentally killing myself in a binge.
Well, this is morbid! Okay, so while those are my fears and it's important to share that part of the process, here's what I actually think: I know this can work. I know how double-blind studies work, and I know how Dopamine works. And I know how hard I will try and how strong I am. And I know how much more logical and easy (so easy!) it is to stick to the "golden rule" than it is to abstain, because the golden rule coalesces with my life and my anxieties and my physical capabilities and my social/professional sphere, and abstaining does not. I've been taking Nal faithfully an hour before drinking for the past month now, and I know that's nothing, but I also know that when I was abstaining I was counting EVERY SINGLE DAY. I don't count the days with this method. It just is. It's not a chore; it just is. It's just a thing I do now. No big deal. I could do this for the rest of my life and never count a day.
I'm a writer and I never write about - or talk about, or think about - my drinking, so I'm trying to keep this journaling as concise as possible but there's a good deal to let out. In my dream world, this is going to work, and I'll go to grad school for neuroscience, and I'll still go into addiction research - but only to improve on what was built, not to make yet another attempt to redefine our model of addiction and prop up a failing system. In my dream world, I'm going to get better and write a book about all of this, and it will be a blend of research and narrative, which is my forte, and it will release every gut-wrenching drop of shame I've ever felt about this entire experience, which is not my forte. In my dream world, I do not have an alcohol problem anymore, and all other chips can just fall as they will after that one nuclear bomb of an issue is addressed.
There's a lot riding on this. So if the couple people who are reading this want to check my expectations, then please do so, and check them hard. And then tell me there's hope! Because I'm not going to give up; I just need to know what I'm in for so that I don't start assuming this is yet another thing in my life that just won't help me quit.
On a practical note, thanks to JoeSixPack I've found a therapist who's well-versed in the Sinclair Method and I'm taking a little road trip out of town next week to see her.
Thanks Joe and Reboot (and anyone else). I'm so happy I found this forum.