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My experience of alcohol
Easter this year, I had just broken up from a two and a half year relationship and had taken it very badly and so was going out with my girly mates trying to have a laugh. I’d also had another huge shock; I was pregnant with my ex’s baby. I decided not to tell anyone other than my close friend who I had taken the test with, she lived just round the corner to my ex boyfriend. After finding out I rode my moped into my local town straight to my friends and found a load of people there. They had just been to the shop and bought a crate of beer we finished this within a couple of hours and headed to the pub. This became are routine for the next couple of weeks. After a while of being drunk all the time I let it slip to a few people that I was pregnant along with my ex who said that I should get rid of it.
In a small town secrets don’t stay secret for very long and so soon everyone knew about it. I carried on drinking and was spending at least £50 a day in the pub. I found that I would forget to eat for days and it wasn’t till my stomach slowly started hurting, that I would eat.
I decided to go to the doctors I tell them I wanted to get rid of it, but instead of them helping me they said that I wasn’t mentally stable to make such a big decision. So I booked another appointment and asked my ex to come along for support. This time they said I was being forced into it. I was about a month gone by now so getting desperate.
I carried on drinking heavily and not eating, after a couple weeks I went back to the doctors and said I has made up my own mind and wanted to have a termination. When I went back to where I was staying, I told them the news.
The following day was another friend’s birthday so we started drinking champagne at around 9 am and moved onto vodka by 11 am, as the pubs were now open we drank up and moved back to the pub. We started quite slowly and we had our usual of Bacardi and coke and got through about 2 of these when more of our friends turned up. By 2pm we had started on the tequila shots and cider ’n’ black. At around 4pm we decided all to go back to where I was staying to get ready for a drum ‘n’ bass party at a local nightclub. Whilst getting ready we finished the Vodka from earlier that morning and danced around choosing what to wear. After partying for so long my funds were low so I blagged free entry to the club as I had made friends with the DJ, I was drinking most of the night and by midnight was shattered and spewing. I managed to get a friend’s boyfriend to walk me back to the house and we stopped for a cigarette at a bench and sat down chatting about my ex and the baby. I got really upset and once we had walked back to the house I had made up my mind to go and see my ex. When they went to the toilet I saw my chance and I grabbed my helmet, coat gloves and keys and pegged it to my bike which was parked opposite the house.
Next thing I remember was finding myself in back in my local town getting into a taxi, I think I fell asleep during the journey but I came round when the taxi stopped and there in front of me was my bike in the middle of the road with my helmet on the edge of the road with one of my shoes next to it. I got out of the taxi and realised I only had one shoe on and that my ankle really hurt. There were policemen by my bike and when they saw me they asked me to do a breath test, I cooperated and blew into the breathalyser it went straight to red. They bundled me off in the police car and I was arrested and put into custody. Once at the police station I had to put on some foam slippers and was taken to hospital because my ankle was extremely swollen and cut. As I was waiting to be seen I saw that I had cuts and bruises all over me, also my back really hurt. I had never felt more disappointed with my self, as I could have killed my baby by the effects of alcohol. I had a bandaged put onto my ankle and I was taken back to the police station. I was put in a cell and spent the rest of the night there. I was woken by a phone call from a solicitor who told me not to say anything. I think after this I blanked out because I remember seeing people move around me but I didn’t feel as though I was there. I was released and given a lot of paperwork. I found a couple of my friends out side waiting to take me back into town when I reached my friends house I think I passed out on her sofa until 3 am the following day when a group of friends crawled through the door after going clubbing.
Over the next month I had my termination and regretted it from the moment I woke up in the hospital. I went to the hospital on my own and a person I hardly knew picked me up and took me back to town. My family knew nothing about what was happening, as I hadn’t picked up any of their calls unless I needed more money. After the termination I felt like I had to stop all the craziness and go home. I did this and made excuses of why I didn’t get a job or why I had to go to the police station twice a month to answer my bail.
I told my mum about everything about a month ago she was really upset I had gone through all this on my own without any guidance. I wish now I hadn’t been so stupid and spoke to someone who had been through a teenage pregnancy e.g. my mum who had me at 19.
I have now lost my licence and won’t be able to learn to drive for 16 months. I had a £20 fine and 3 months with Youth Offenders Team.
I hope if you’re reading this you won’t make the same mistakes as I did and talk to some one if you think you’re pregnant or that you might have a drinking problem. I regret everything that happened at the start of the year. I now believe you should not regret one single thing, as life is precious and can be destroyed by a little mistake.
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