METHYPHOBIA:

fear of alcohol.


My methyphobia was the logical extension of my emetophobia.

But kids get pressured into experimenting, and I was no different.

At twelve years old, my two friends and I decided to get drunk during our slumber party. But we worried about the unbearable taste.

Solution? Pour half a bottle of creme de menthe into a box of Breyers mint chip.

After two spoonfuls I convinced myself I was going to throw up from all the liquor.

I was not ready for alcohol. So I waited.

Six years, one night of freshman spring weekend and six shots of vodka later, I courageously and successfully overcame my methyphobia.