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        Not even a sip for me. I was offered small amounts of champagne or wine at special occasions, but I never drank any because I could smell the alcohol on it and didn’t want to.

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      Same. I was just kind of a boring kid. Went to parties, but was just never interested in getting wasted. Saw all of my friends getting blackout and puking their guts out 15 minutes later, and wanted no part of it. My first drink was actually on my 21st. And it was just enough to get buzzed, not even wasted. It turns out “just say no” is really fucking easy when you’re autistic; Peer pressure just doesn’t work on you.

      Once I started drinking, I quickly realized how many young people have binge drinking tendencies as a result of their younger drinking habits. Kids drink to get wasted before they get busted. There’s a time limit on how long they can drink, so they binge to get drunk as quickly as possible when it’s available.

      Ironically, now I homebrew mead and apfelwein.

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          Yeah, something like that. Dump five gallons of apple juice and two pounds of glucose into a carboy. Add champagne yeast, cap with an airlock full of vodka, and let sit for a few months.

          The result is an extremely dry apple wine that’ll kick your ass. If you’re not a fan of dry wines, just add a splash of sprite or 7-up to the glass to back sweeten it.

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        Quick note, saying that “because you’re autistic peer pressure doesn’t work on you” is largely true, but there is a flip side to that, in that once an autistic person give in to something they can become monomaniacal about the thing they got into.

        Most of the time, this just means that they develop a very deep understanding and fondness for things like vacuum cleaners or B grade horror movies or whatever happens to be the thing that latches on for them. But on the other hand if the thing they pick is unhealthy, this monomania is a recipe for going off the deep end.

        I have a couple friends who are on the spectrum and one of them went really off the deep end with drugs and ended up getting into heroin.

        We all tried to put a stop to it but they would not listen to our “healthy” peer pressure. It took another one of our friends who had also gotten into heroin ODing and dying in his bathtub to snap him out of it.

        I said all of that to say that if your friends begin to caution you that they think a behavior of yours is unhealthy, step back and give them the benefit of the doubt and really evaluate what you’re doing and what they’re saying.

        It could save your life or prevent it from becoming dramatically worse in some way.

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        I’ve just always been some variant of the “mom friend” and after I turned 21, I was still the DD most of the time.

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        Nope. The first time I drank any alcohol ever was on my 21st birthday. My Dad made me a gin and tonic with Bombay Sapphire, and that set the standard for the kind of alcohol I will drink. It’s a good thing I’m a lightweight because I only drink the expensive stuff. (The cheap crap burns too much.)