Alcohol is a thing I feel like we, as a system, need to look out for not only because of the multiplicity, but because of a family history of alcoholism. Therefore, I only drink on VERY rare occasions, maybe once every four months or so.
However, D is a different story. She like to drink socially and just when she’s having an off day. Normally, she keeps in under control and doesn’t drink too much. But when she thinks she can get away with it, she goes to town like there is no tomorrow. This has led to some very embarrassing situation for us – or rather for me, because I’m usually the one to wake up and find myself in need of explaining something or another.
It’s bad enough to have to wake up, or come back into control, and have to usually very quickly, figure out where I’m at or what is going on. It’s much more difficult when the body is drunk or hungover or even once, in the middle of being sick. YUCK!
We have tried negotiating, but she doesn’t want to hear it. She believes that in her time with the body she gets to do what she wants – whatever she wants. We have previously fought a similar battle with smoking. She smoked; Lola and myself didn’t like it. She quit, but it was a long, drawn out, and wearying. This battle seems to be much worse. But it is a battle I believe I must fight with her.
It’s sad though, really. We have enough conflict externally; I really wish there wasn’t so much internal conflict as well.
For anyone with DID self-medicating with alcohol.