By KATE WEBBER
I love booze. I love it in all its forms. I love beer, cider, scotch, good vodka, better gin, bourbon cocktails, quality rum, bad rum (I am a Queenslander, after all), tequila, but most of all, wine. I actually can’t imagine a world without wine; it doesn’t bear thinking about. My family are all drinkers, and what seems normal to us (knock off work, cook dinner, sit down to a wine or four), is excessive to others, and actually considered binge drinking by the medical society.
After working in hospitality my entire life, it also became totally acceptable within my friendship group and circle of colleagues to finish work and knock back at least three drinks… and that’s on a quiet night! And alcohol is not the only substance enjoyed by those close to me; recreational drug use was the norm growing up.
Let’s break the mold here. I am not from a disadvantaged background, a broken family, or an area known for a certain demographic. My sister and I are lucky enough to come from one of the most loving, close and amiable families around. Our parents are celebrating their 43nd wedding anniversary this year. I was sent to one of the most exclusive girls’ schools in Australia, and we grew up in a lovely, leafy inner-city Brisbane suburb. Yet substance abuse nearly claimed the life of one of my closest family members, and we were moments away from losing this beautiful, talented, loving and charismatic person on multiple occasions. Figuratively, we lost that person for 10 years. As for myself, I was in a haze of partying, “recreational” drug taking, drinking and not much sleep for most of my late teens and twenties.