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Diana M. Wilson's avatar

Being a “Sober Oldster” is absolutely one of the very best things to be. I only wish it didn’t take me ‘til my sixties to get the there—but as they say….better late than…

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I realized in my 40s that alcohol just doesn't agree with me. It's rather embarrassing that it took that long for me to figure it out. I'm so sensitive to it that I can't even use alcohol based tinctures. The worst part is people being so aghast when I say "no thank you" to alcohol. I don't owe anyone an explanation. My husband is disabled and he told me I should just make up some crazy story like "see my husband over there? The man wearing the leg braces? Well, one night I came home drunk, he pissed me off and I whacked him with a cast iron skillet. Now he needs leg braces." I haven't had a chance to use it yet, but I am looking forward to doing it.

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