Stumbling Blocks to Sobriety

I can clearly remember the day when, at two-years old, I proudly marched to the front door and met my father coming home from work and confidently recited my ABCs. Naturally, he was impressed, as were family and friends when I could read and write long before my peers and recite all kinds of things that toddlers weren't supposed to be able to know. This type of "fame" set the stage for much of my protection from the difficulties of childhood as well as provided many explanations, when my drinking began to create problems, why I couldn't be an alcoholic. I was simply too smart.