It might sound weird and/or sad, but there’s something so comforting about talking to other kids of alcoholics.
In a culture where it’s so normal to drink to forget, get completely wasted for fun, or even just have a few alcoholic beverages after work to unwind, it’s reassuring and validating to meet others who get agitated around those (especially loved ones) who drink, and who feel that intense fear when those people slur and sway as they slip from tipsy to drunk. You can’t tell whether they’re going to keep to themselves and become dazed and sleepy, or if they’re going to turn on you, with their disorientation making them link together your faults, and confuse real events with what they make up.
You can connect with these other kids as you recall nights of walking on egg shells around your parent(s), staying up late in your room until you’re certain they’re asleep, worried they’ll barge in, drag you out of bed and start yelling at you.
I’m not denying that alcohol can be fun for some, but it is a drug. It shouldn’t be so normalised.
For those who have had similar experiences to what I have, or simply don’t like drinking, enjoy your tea/water/juice/whatever non-alcoholic beverages you love, appreciate the fact that you can get hyped about life or connect with friends without being intoxicated, and be grateful that rarely will late-night clubbing be your scene, and you can spend your weekend evenings nice and relaxed in the comfort of your own home.