DaisyBelle7

Cityboy, I totally get it from both sides, and I appreciate your honesty. I was just talking with my 15 yo daughter about this. She said that she understands how I could feel scared around drunk people because she’s felt scared around me when I have been drunk. That hit home really hard. I apologized to her. I want this cycle to end for good.

venuscat

I'm scared of drunk people too Daisy love. Absolutely.
Anything is possible, all bets are off. Wounds are made.
I know, because I was one and I did that. s xxx

SoberCAH

i was very afraid of drunks early on in sobriety, but now I just give them plenty of room.

I was the same way as them for far too long.

They don't bother me much, anomore, these days.

I certainly don't like being around them, though.

Rose335

I'd think I'd have to say yes to your question,Daisybelle7. If not actually scared, then definitely highly anxious. I think as you suggest it goes back to childhood. I remember lying in bed waiting for the rows to start downstairs when my father came home drunk, which was a very regular occurrence. And certainly because of their lifestyle they often 'entertained' very drunk friends of theirs and some of them were not fun to be around.

All my siblings - as well as me of course - at least for some part of their lives had problems with drink and I had one brother in particular who was a very nasty drunk. Really abusive verbally and since at one time I socialised with him quite a lot I think that played a part too. Strange to think we all just allowed him to get away with it and just put up with him laughing it off next day. Makes me shudder! Glad that's in the past and glad I don't mix now with many people who get drunk.

DaisyBelle7

Thank you, Rose335. It sounds like we have similar backgrounds. Your share reminded me of those feelings I had lying in bed, pretending to be asleep, waiting for the party to end and the drunk people to leave. My brother hasn’t had a drink in over 10 years, but he was very verbally and physically abusive when he was drunk. One time when we both lived with my mom, he came home drunk and was mad about how I parked in the driveway. I woke up to him pounding me with his fists. I had forgotten about that.

I’m definitely going to adjust how I socialize... arriving at parties at the beginning, leaving before things get too crazy, etc.