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Jowita Bydlowska

Jowita Bydlowska
Location
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Birthday
September 26
Bio
I write. Here, for example: http://theydonttellyou.wordpress.com My book about addiction and motherhood is going to be published in Canada (Doubleday) and Australia (Harper Collins) Spring 2013. My author page: http://www.mcdermidagency.com/authInfo.cfm?auth=212&userID=6

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FEBRUARY 10, 2011 11:44AM

After you get sober

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datingAfter you get sober, every social thing you do has to be customized for the clear eyes and nervous hands; your voice is a little too loud in your ears or too soft so that suddenly no one can hear you. You – the booming voice of the party! Imagine.

Dating is possibly the most challenging activity. Dinner parties are another. Making late-night phone calls is a drag, and dancing… forget dancing for a little while. Your arms and legs will spasm uncontrollably the precise moment you tell your brain to relax, stay cool.

            Joe Berkovitz writes about his awkward dating forays into the dating world sans alcohol in The hardest part about quitting drinking? Dating. He talks about the badly timed jokes, silences, the growing gap between the non-drinker and the drinker as the night progresses, the inability to take things to the next level.

Dating sober is painful. My first date sober was excruciating. It was with my ex. We broke up over my drinking. On our date, I had a hard time looking him in the eye. I drank lots of cranberry and soda because it was kind of red, and red was kind of like wine. He made jokes about the sign across the street that said 3-for-1 Ginos Pizza, no apostrophe, how you could get three Ginos for the price of one?... I laughed but inside I was dying. Could he not see I was made out of pulsing nerves and that was all? I wanted to run home and hide and never ever have to speak to any man ever again.

We took weeks to re-learn each other. He had never known me sober and I didn’t know myself this way either. We were fortunate that there was familiarity between us that allowed for certain awkwardness that happens in early dating to be eliminated naturally. It is possibly why we’ve survived the first few months of me sober.

But I watched some friends get sober and not be able to date again, just like Berkovitz. I know many gorgeous, brilliant women who were unable to date for the first few years of not drinking. A sober man I know has flings with drunk women – never relationships – because he’s unable to talk to them. He sees them as asses, boobs, parts and it’s easier that way for him. He has dumped a girl because, he said, her chin jutted out too far. Yes, he’s an asshole but he’s also a terrified one because it is terrifying to be sober in the drunk world of dating. This is why many people get together within the sphere of their addiction meetings because of that common plight, the awkward hands that are mirrored so it’s not as lonely to be the only sober one.  

As I got more sober, there were more challenges that I had to go through, besides getting back together with my ex. There was public speaking: Made me want to run straight into traffic. There was dancing: My formerly liquid limbs froze so spectacularly that once I thawed a bit I was suddenly knocking knees and having a semi-epileptic fit. Before, I was known as a fantastic dancer. When the phone would ring, it was more alarming than an ambulance siren and was just as unwelcome. Till this day, actually, I have a hard time picking up the phone. Drunk, you couldn’t get me to get off of it.

Once you stop drinking you have to teach your body and your mind how to navigate in this world again. Like Berkovitz talks about in his article, people are not as interesting when you’re sober. Actually, they may be just as interesting but a newly sober mind still isn’t trained to deal with relating to people straight on. You were drunk when the world challenged you. Now, there’s nowhere to hide, suddenly, no sips to take when the joke falls flat.

I know someone who’s early in sobriety and he’s spent the first month and a half of it home. It’s safer to be home. I did that too. I stayed home a lot in the first months and years of sobriety. I missed the bar so I asked people who drank about the bar and that was good enough for a while. I tried going to the bar sober but have you ever been to the bar sober? Seriously. There’s nothing more boring. And stressful. It’s a little like going on the rollercoaster one too many times. You want to get off, you are kind of scared but, hey, you know that this is known as fun, so have fun, damnit.

            But as the months pass you realize that you have been re-learning the world and that – like with any practice – you’re starting to get better at it. This is what I would say to anyone in early sobriety – it will get easier. Simply because your mind and your body will figure out how to map out its sober surroundings, and you’ll find your own place again. Even the confidence will come back to you. Your dating bravado will come back too – it may be more subtle, and the pain of rejection will be there to be felt, but you’ll try again because you are the brave one. When you kiss, your teeth will clink with the other person’s teeth but there will be a time when you will laugh about it instead of hating yourself for not being like the people in the movies kissing one another with their supple faces. And speaking of supple, you limbs will relax and you will suddenly really hear the music and really feel the beat and you will dance just because it’s always been in you, the dancing. Or you’ll find that you’re actually more on the quiet side anyway and that you were never a dancer, a pushy dater or the booming voice of the party in the first place. It was all an illusion.

 

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This is very insightful and well written.
Good luck to you and the journey you are now on!
After I got C&S, it took several many tries before I had even a hint of who the hell I was.
That inckuded figuring iout what was my attitude toward the opposite sex.
Things were pretty confusing and fucked up for a while butt, I finally got it down.
It comes is bullshits and starts butt, we get there.
At least some or most of us do.
I'd sure as hell rather it stayed the way it is than the way it was and, it's been 28 years.
I do not think I would like to be worn by an alcoholic. It seems messy.
well written, honest, descriptive.
good luck as you continue your journey.
well its easier to pretend I'm drunk than pretend I'm sober
I love drunk chicks. I will hide this article from all the bimbos and senoritas I keep on the side. OH OH OOH!

BADDABING!
Job well done. Good luck to you in the future!
Jowita, I'm wishing I knew you then and now, and tell you it will get better. Sometimes.
R
This was a good piece. While I read it I couldn't stop thinking about the warming sensation of alcohol and how women on dates would feel cold. Was drinking behind it? Had the blood stopped rushing around from the booze and was now making her chill?
I don't know but I have been a big drinker in years. I was in my early 20's and I drank and did drugs as well. I was sort of cold turkeyed in those days in a kind of mean and miserable way. When the dope and beer stopped coming there was also an end to the social community. I was sent home to a dark place where just my father and mother lived. There was a mental health clinic. I got 5 minutes every two weeks to talk to somebody, a shrink, a psychiatrist. They really thought I as psychotic, they gave me anti-psychotic drugs like stelazine. This because I took drugs and I was mad with God fever, you know learning about other people's beliefs about God, about Ram and Krishna, about Gurus, about prophecies and scriptures.
It seemed to me a bit like R.D. Lang's Politics of Exprerience. I had read that in community college. I had never graduated from the 4 year school because of some grade problems. When I was finally suspended from school because of those problems I sought out the communes and sects that young people followed. I could not find a job and it seemed working was as important to any group of young people as it was to my mother and father.
So, nobody wanting me I was just kept at home. It was kind of tormenting not having beers and pot but not having all those other young people, too. No question of dating or picking girls up. Just 3 channels of TV out in the sticks.
That was 33 years ago. I'm having a Beck right now. I haven't had beer in quite a few years so I thought I would. I've had some fish, too. Last week some beef. 57 years old and still unemployed.
Funny, you don't seem sober.
Good thoughts on sobriety and learning to be present. I always know when a friend has been sober for awhile because he/she seems like their old self again. They become the people they were born to be. It becomes natural.
It's an interesting account Jowita but there is a pretty big middle ground of social drinkers.
I echo what Abrawang wrote. I have dated a few people in AA and ALL they ever talked about was not drinking. Maybe that was a cover for their unease, but they were essentially dry drunks, and incredibly judgmental about anyone who drank. But the truth is that everyone who drinks is not an alchoholic.
Sometimes I find it necessary to appear drunk so that guys will be more confident to approach me. Tried and tested.
I am no longer 20. While socializing may involve drink, the purpose is to socialize not necessarily drink. Nobody questions my not drinking; there is no (perceived) pressure to drink. Sober 23 years. Good luck. It's a different world and a better one. I, for one, do not miss the old one.

http://wqebelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/alcoholism-ill-drink-to-that.html
Very well-written. Thanks for sharing this insightful article.
The variety in your comments here is almost as remarkable as the quality of your account. You're even getting spam, I haven't seen any in a few weeks!

Seriously - the piece echoes in its tone and writing, precisely the experience you describe in it. So that the last paragraph starts to open up like a new world, and good, beautiful things begin to flow so quickly that you can hardly get the lid back on the bottle.
Very insightful. Thanks for sharing this. Rated.
Nervous laugh of recognition here. You have nailed several aspects of the whole adventure. It takes about three years of sobriety to locate all your marbles and about five years to play them with any skill.

Yes, it does get easier.
very clear,truthful and hopeful. thank you
About 3 months into sobriety, I began to realize that there were folks in the meetings who were happy and those who weren't. Since I had spent long enough being in pain, I listened more carefully to those who were happy and sought them out to talk with. Pretty quickly, I realized that sobriety wasn't about not drinking (there were lots and lots of folks who weren't drinking and damn sure weren't happy), but rather about learning to live. So I listened to what had worked and what didn't. I got a sponsor who understood how to live. I learned all of the stuff that I should have learned as a teenager and young adult. Things got sometimes better, sometimes worse, always different.

I took my 12 year chip last July. I have a good life. Life still throws crap at me, but now I can face it with a clear mind and deal with it.

Oh yeah, I'm no longer the funniest, smartest, best-looking person in the room at parties. And I am no longer the best dancer in the room at parties.

Or maybe I just figured out that I never was. The difference now is it doesn't matter to me. I'm just happy to be living. Now I just get to be me.

Life is good.