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icantbearsedtothinkofone:
ikchen:
icantbearsedtothinkofone:
shaunmurphy:
not to sound like a 5th grade health teacher but this whole idea that drinking alcohol for the first time symbolizes maturity and/or loosening up and not being up tight is how do I say…Fucked Up
…and kinda o.O for those of us who were allowed small amounts of alcohol as children.
Wait what?
Yeah well I had brandy rubbed on my gums when I was teething and even when I was tiny I was allowed to try everyone else’s drinks and would be given wine with special meals like Christmas. Ive never much cared for wine, but I do like a bit of rum. And I used to have a shot of scotch every morning before school when I was about 13 or 14, only way I could make myself go. Mostly though in my teens it was ‘have one or two and then get the legless parents home in one piece’.
:::: I was given alcohol as a child as well– as a very small child, I loved beer, and so was given tiny sips from my father’s cup on occasion; in first grade I was given small amounts of wine to get me used to the taste before First Communion; as an older child (11,12) at family events I was offered alcoholic drinks when they were served to the rest of the family, in the expectation that I wouldn’t like them much, and it’s true, I mostly didn’t. But by fourteen or fifteen I would often drink a cocktail at family gatherings– usually my grandmother’s favorite, a Scarlett O’Hara, which is Southern Comfort with cranberry juice– or sometimes have a glass of wine with dinner. There’s nothing illegal about this; parents can serve their own children alcohol if they choose, and my parents felt that it was important to imbue me with a healthy sense of alcohol’s intended context in our culture: something drunk in moderation for pleasure and enjoyment, usually in the context of celebration. (I was also occasionally offered whiskey for headaches, but never accepted it, though one of my sisters always did and swore by it.)
I think it worked; I’ve never had a problem with alcohol. I never stole alcohol from my parents or drank without them knowing. I know there are alcoholics in my extended family, on both sides, and I understand how it can happen, but to my knowledge none of my sisters nor I have wound up having any alcohol abuse issues, so far. Our parents modeled very healthy behavior with alcohol, and as they intended, when I left their house and went out into the world, I was largely unimpressed with my peers’ unhealthy drinking behavior, and was able to avoid a lot of the novice pitfalls my friends fell into. I sound like I’m being a self-righteous nerd, but honestly, i got a lot of shocked and astonished pearl-clutching about being so poorly raised, and am a little defensive about it.
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icantbearsedtothinkofone:
ikchen:
icantbearsedtothinkofone:
shaunmurphy:
not to sound like a 5th grade health teacher but this whole idea that drinking alcohol for the first time symbolizes maturity and/or loosening up and not being up tight is how do I say…Fucked Up
…and kinda o.O for those of us who were allowed small amounts of alcohol as children.
Wait what?
Yeah well I had brandy rubbed on my gums when I was teething and even when I was tiny I was allowed to try everyone else’s drinks and would be given wine with special meals like Christmas. Ive never much cared for wine, but I do like a bit of rum. And I used to have a shot of scotch every morning before school when I was about 13 or 14, only way I could make myself go. Mostly though in my teens it was ‘have one or two and then get the legless parents home in one piece’.
:::: I was given alcohol as a child as well– as a very small child, I loved beer, and so was given tiny sips from my father’s cup on occasion; in first grade I was given small amounts of wine to get me used to the taste before First Communion; as an older child (11,12) at family events I was offered alcoholic drinks when they were served to the rest of the family, in the expectation that I wouldn’t like them much, and it’s true, I mostly didn’t. But by fourteen or fifteen I would often drink a cocktail at family gatherings– usually my grandmother’s favorite, a Scarlett O’Hara, which is Southern Comfort with cranberry juice– or sometimes have a glass of wine with dinner. There’s nothing illegal about this; parents can serve their own children alcohol if they choose, and my parents felt that it was important to imbue me with a healthy sense of alcohol’s intended context in our culture: something drunk in moderation for pleasure and enjoyment, usually in the context of celebration. (I was also occasionally offered whiskey for headaches, but never accepted it, though one of my sisters always did and swore by it.)
I think it worked; I’ve never had a problem with alcohol. I never stole alcohol from my parents or drank without them knowing. I know there are alcoholics in my extended family, on both sides, and I understand how it can happen, but to my knowledge none of my sisters nor I have wound up having any alcohol abuse issues, so far. Our parents modeled very healthy behavior with alcohol, and as they intended, when I left their house and went out into the world, I was largely unimpressed with my peers’ unhealthy drinking behavior, and was able to avoid a lot of the novice pitfalls my friends fell into. I sound like I’m being a self-righteous nerd, but honestly, i got a lot of shocked and astonished pearl-clutching about being so poorly raised, and am a little defensive about it.
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