So, I went in for my 3rd intake evaluation in a month yesterday (getting psychiatric help with no insurance and without committing yourself is a bureaucratic nightmare that never ends). One of the first questions I was asked is if I need substance abuse counseling. No, not at all. But, after a series of other questions, we get to the in-depth substance abuse questions.
Counselor: When did you last have something to drink?
RedRoses: (thinking of the delicious tea I’d drunk earlier) About an hour ago. (brain catching up with mouth) Oh, you mean alcoholic. :smack: No, I haven’t had anything to drink today. It’s been probably a week or 10 days since I last drank. (In fact, it was 12 days prior. And my birthday.)
We go on to some other questions, then back again to substance abuse. I can tell the counselor is picturing in her head some raging alcoholic with my face.
Counselor: So this is like a daily thing, isn’t it? Your coping strategy?
RedRoses: No! I don’t drink everyday, I told you that earlier. If it’s a Friday or a Saturday and I’m hanging out with my friends, sure. I like beer, I like trying different types of beer. But I don’t like getting drunk, so if I feel myself getting tipsy I stop.
Counselor: But you’ve been drinking for a long time.
RedRoses: Yeah, I first started drinking in high school, big deal. It’s not like I was 12. I don’t drink the way I did when I was 18 anymore. I don’t get trashed, I don’t drink anything that “gets the job done.” I enjoy the taste of beer, I like sampling new beers. But depending on my schedule, my financial situation, I might not go out with friends much. So I won’t drink for a couple months. And I don’t care. It’s a social activity. There’s a shelf full of beer in the fridge that I haven’t touched since a few weeks ago when my sister ordered Thai food and we watched a movie. And I had one beer.
I didn’t think she really believed me, but she stopped pressing the issue. I figure they’re routine questions, mental illness and substance abuse often go hand in hand. But then later, I’m going through all the paperwork she gave me, and I see the copy of my treatment plan.
It says effing “Alcohol abuse” along with my other diagnoses, and “Client refused substance abuse counseling.” Stupid bitch! I can’t enjoy beer without being labelled an alcohol abuser?
So now I’m all paranoid, thinking, is this just denial? Am I really an alcoholic? Well, let’s see. No. I don’t drink frequently enough, in sufficient volume, with the serious consequences that substance abusers do. I maintain control when I drink, so that I can say, “Wait, that’s enough.” I don’t have to drink, so if all there is is Budweiser, I’ll say, “No thanks, I’ll have a Coke.” I drink socially, so if nobody wants to hang out, I don’t drink.
It just pisses me off. Every rebuttal that comes to mind sounds so stereotypical alcoholic: But I can stop anytime I want! But I was just raised in a (half German half Irish) family that included beer and whiskey in special occasions and socializing. So, it’s my birthday, let’s knock back a few! Or, it’s Friday, you want to go to the bar and unwind, drink some beer, listen to music, and talk politics?
But just because I enjoy beer does not mean that I abuse alcohol you stupid bitch!