What Happened When I Dismantled My Hangxiety
Hangxiety could be related to trauma and if so, it could be possible to moderate
In the summertime, I was home alone with my 6 younger siblings. But once, during the summer between 6th & 7th grade, my friend Lakin* came over to the spend the night.
Feeling ashamed that so much time was spent with Lakin watching me do chores and scolding my siblings, I hatched a genius plan…
We could open one of the fuzzy navel wine coolers from the fridge.
We cracked the lid, took a sip, decided it was disgusting, and poured it down the kitchen sink. The end.
My mom discovered the empty bottle and I was grounded for a month, but Lakin’s mom laughed it off.
Where Lakin and I come from, alcohol was and still is shunned. It’s the bible belt and drinking holds almost the same weight as first-degree murder. If you do drink, you hide it.
That is the reason why I was punished so harshly (mostly).
Having been raised under such strict rules, alcohol became the forbidden fruit. The luxury, the golden egg.
Anything that becomes a forbidden fruit is automatically more desirable. True for alcohol, sex, and anything else we are conditioned to…
