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It took my mother a long time to accept that I suffer from alcoholism. Yeah, sure she could tick off a list of times where she was "concerned" over my drinking. At first, she would tell me just to learn to moderate, and I would, as some alcoholics can do...for a period of time. She would run with those periods of time as evidence that I was NOT an alcoholic, just like my own mind convinced me.
Enough expirimenting on my part convinced her finally, as well as myself.
Today,she'll say that I have a problem with alcohol and should never ever drink, but she still will NOT say "alcoholism" or "alcoholic".
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