Migraines. I started getting a savage headache if I drink more than about 50ml of it. The pain created an aversion very quickly.
Unsurprisingly but not exactly obvious when I first read about it, alcohol addiction is strongly correlated with alcohol tolerance. I have come to understand intolerances like yours as protection mechanisms of the body (not a scientific claim!)
I suspect my neurologist would agree with you (if I could afford her time.)
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The hangovers kept getting worse over the years. At 3-day hangovers followed by depressive symptoms every time I drank (too much of course) I stopped. It’s not worth it to ruin 4 days for a couple hours of fun.
Family obligations that were being neglected and too many sorry mornings.
Only one of us could handle the alcohol and not be a complete asshole.
A combination of wanting to be at my healthiest for my medical transition, and the god awful stomach issues that came about from drinking after my medical transition.
I used alcohol as a means to escape, and I don’t need to do that anymore. It makes me feel absolutely miserable and it was time to let it go.
I haven’t had a drink since mid-June. I’m to the point where feeling and being drunk really is not a good time. And the next day, the hangovers fucking suck. I’d rather smoke/vape cannabis. When I get too high, I lay down and proceed to have an awesome nap
Seeing my grandpa drunk all the time
I got medicated and my desire to drink near instantaneously evaporated. A few months later I tried to have a beer with friends and could barely keep my eyes open from the fatigue. So that was that.
I never drank much but I enjoyed a glas of wine sometimes with food or a whiskey after. But !myalgicencephalomyelitis@lemmy.blahaj.zone got so bad I fear that even a little alcohol will make everything much worse for me.
I was a teenage alcoholic, I always knew I needed to stop before adulthood. I had refused to get my driver’s license until I quit drinking, one of my good friend’s father had been killed by a drunk driver when she was very little. I never wanted to be that person that killed someone’s father.
But the actual moment that made me quit, was one day I opened my locker at school and there were more empty vodka bottles in it than there were books.
In my early twenties the house I rented with four friends was partying headquarters as our combined friend groups converged and gelled well. Bunch of punk culture infused tech nerds. I do not regret the self destructive binge drinking we did regularly for four years. Life was otherwise fucking rancid for us back then in every way except socially. We were dirt poor working awful jobs. A lot of aimless/hopeless feelings. The outlet was needed.
Eventually however I had my first memory black out. I hadn’t even been all that drunk that night but seeing photos of myself when I had zero memory of what I had been doing was so disturbing to me I just went cold turkey then and there. Didn’t matter too much because I was moving out soon having finally landed an okay job at the time.
I didn’t get moderately drunk again until last summer, so 11 years later. It was fun but I like my legal weed way more and it’s a lot cheaper.
None of us became alcoholics in the end. Not like I recommend what we did, but there’s no bad ending in our case.
I love my wife. She deserves better than what I am when I drink.
Nothing “made” me stop. I just chose to not want to drink anymore.
