Toxick
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I think it really depends on what your definition of a "disease" is.
If you say that a disease is only something like leprosy or pneumonia, then alcoholism does not qualify. It's obviously not a germ or anything catching.
However, if you would consider things like OCD or Bipolar Disorder a disease, then I would argue that alcoholism falls in that category. In fact, I believe that I, myself, have a predisposition toward alcoholism. I say that "I believe" this, because I have never allowed myself to find out.
For a while, I avoided alcohol like a pox. Before that I used to drink a lot. A really whole lot. I never got to the point where I would wake up surrounded by empty bottles wondering what I did the night before - I never woke up with a dead hooker in my trunk and no idea how she got there - but I could see myself very easily descending in a spiral that ends with me waking up in an alley with trash stuck to my head by the dried remains of my own drunken vomit.
These days I allow myself to have a beer or two when I'm at a barbecue, or when I go out to dinner or something, but if I ever find myself wishing I was drunk, or fantasizing about being drunk, it's back to the teetotaler lifestyle for me. I'm terrified of becoming an alcholic, because I believe that after you hit a certain point, there's no stopping it.
I have no desire to test this theory.
Anyway - I say disease. IMO, it's a mental disease akin to OCD.
If you say that a disease is only something like leprosy or pneumonia, then alcoholism does not qualify. It's obviously not a germ or anything catching.
However, if you would consider things like OCD or Bipolar Disorder a disease, then I would argue that alcoholism falls in that category. In fact, I believe that I, myself, have a predisposition toward alcoholism. I say that "I believe" this, because I have never allowed myself to find out.
For a while, I avoided alcohol like a pox. Before that I used to drink a lot. A really whole lot. I never got to the point where I would wake up surrounded by empty bottles wondering what I did the night before - I never woke up with a dead hooker in my trunk and no idea how she got there - but I could see myself very easily descending in a spiral that ends with me waking up in an alley with trash stuck to my head by the dried remains of my own drunken vomit.
These days I allow myself to have a beer or two when I'm at a barbecue, or when I go out to dinner or something, but if I ever find myself wishing I was drunk, or fantasizing about being drunk, it's back to the teetotaler lifestyle for me. I'm terrified of becoming an alcholic, because I believe that after you hit a certain point, there's no stopping it.
I have no desire to test this theory.
Anyway - I say disease. IMO, it's a mental disease akin to OCD.