Reading here, and at other times on another board, it seems my "story" is rather lacking in drama.
Did not really have a traumatic childhood, I don't think. My parents were, well, what? Rather inept at life? My father changed jobs a lot, and we moved constantly, so I did grow up feeling insecure, never belonging anyplace.
But for most of my life, I hardly drank at all. In my 30's, it became a bit of a social thing.
Then, after I was 50, a series of events, mostly medical, somehow led me down the slippery slope where drinking became "neccessary".
In March 2005, I finally admitted to myself, and DH ,that I had a big problem. Went looking for help online - found SMART. And it WAS helpful.
But I am not there yet. It is a lot harder than I thought it would be. And I am really, really bad at being able to let it all out. Must be the 'stiff upper lip syndrome"!
Love having a place to come.
zanna