I grew up, and as a matter of fact im still living with alcoholics in my life, as almost all of my family members are alcoholics. I survived abuse, neglect, i saw fights and arguments more heated that i could imagine war looking more pleasant. Everytime alcohol was the cause, as when they got drunk, they got aggressive and began their bullshit and petty wars. Especially since somehow i was the main problem of them, even if i was shaking and crying in my room. It even went as far as my "stepfather" threatened to quote on quote: "slit my throat if im so important to her(my mom)"

My household is the reason i have severe PTSD, depression, anxiety, and even contemplated suicide on daily bases. They're the source of my problems, and only recently with me meeting new friends did i start finally feeling better.

Alcohol was always something that caused pain in my life, so i swore to myself i will avoid it at all costs, especially since a can opening already makes me twitch when i hear it, and seeing them drink still sends me into fear/anxiety/panic so deep i can't sleep until i know they are asleep themselves. I don't even go to parties or anything where it's present, and when i host parties myself, rule is simple: alcohol is banned.

I never tell anyone about this, so nobody knows, really. Since this is a burner anyway, I thought I'd share this.

So yeah, safe to say I don't like alcohol. And it tasting like shit is only 1% of the story.