Thanks for telling me what I have been telling myself all these years. Feels good to be here. I think, like Arthur said, it was a matter of self-preservation. I was drinking a lot of medicinal JB scotch in order to maintain toward the end. After I escaped, I no longer had to be sober for meetings, so my drinking got a lot worse until 1986 when I confronted that daemon. Or more accurately, it completely kicked my a$$, and thanks to a 12 step program it no longer bothers me. I live a fairly normal life now, or like Nicholson said, "as good as it gets", up here on the beautiful shores of Lake Oneida, NY, doing my part to control the earthworm and minnow populations.
Yep, Twitch, I am a vintage 1944 model wood monkey, leading edge of the baby boom. I assume you are the newer 1968 model. My son is a 1980 model.
Luv your site. Whoever the webmeister is deserves kudos.