Creating Pathways to Understanding

First Time Drunk




Lauren from Wirral, now 15 years old tells the true story of her first experiences with alcohol when she was just 13…


Everyone my age regularly go to the parks (Birkenhead, Arno) to get drunk and hang out because there’s nothing to do and nowhere to go. One Friday night I arranged to stay at my friends so my Mum wouldn’t find out that we were drinking. We arranged to buy cider between us and go to the ‘Arno’ and meet everyone. We got someone’s older cousin to buy it for us. We started drinking on our way from Duke Street to the Arno, but I don’t even remember getting there. In fact I don’t remember anything after that.

I was told I was so drunk that I started being sick, so my friend took me to sit on a bench, but apparently then I started collapsing and banged my head on the floor. I was in such a state that a lady passing by stopped to help. She put me in the recovery position and told my friend to get my phone so she could ring my Mum. She spoke to her and told her what was happening and that she thought that I needed to go to hospital.

My grandparents took me to hospital because my Mum was in Manchester at the time. My Mum said she frantically drove from the hospital to be with me. When she arrived the Doctors told her that I didn’t need my stomach pumped because I was still being sick, but they were very worried about me because I was so unresponsive. They wanted to keep an eye on my breathing. They put me on a drip and tried to wake me up every 30 minutes, by rubbing their knuckle really hard into my chest bone. Throughout the night I didn’t respond or react much at all. I eventually stopped being sick and they were happy for me to just sleep. My Mum stayed with me all night and was really very worried and upset. When I woke up in the morning and I realised I wasn’t at home, I feel confused, worried and upset, because I didn’t understand or know what had happened, where I was or how I got there. My Mum explained what had happened, I cried, because I still didn’t know what had happened.

The Doctors came around to see me to check that I was okay. They started asking me if I felt okay and if I thought anything else might have happened, they asked if I feel sore or anything, but I didn’t understand what they meant. So my Mum said to me “they are asking you if you think that something of a sexual nature may have happened to you love, if everything feels okay downstairs?”, I said no I’m okay! But then I did feel really scared because I started to realise that anything could have happened to me, choking on my own sick, banging my head really badly, left on my own in the rain in a puddle, I could have even died. It scared me so much because I couldn’t remember any of it.

When I left the hospital my Mum made me take flowers to the woman who found me and called her. We went in to her house and she told me what she saw and why she stopped and I’m glad she did! It made me realise how silly and even dangerous it could be getting in to that sort of state. She said she seen that as she walked up the field towards them that she could see them trying to lift her on to the bench and bang my head on the floor, when she came over she said I was making awful noises wailing and stuff, and flailing around and couldn’t speak and stuff, and she could even tell that my friends were worried, but because I started being sick she put me in the recovery position. My friends didn’t want to get in trouble, so they were scared to call for help, but the woman asked my friend to give my phone and call my Mum, she was really worried about me because I had banged my head and wasn’t making any sense, she stayed with me until my Grandparents took me to hospital. I have never gone out drinking since then, but all my friends still do though. I tend not to go out much anymore because that is all they do. There’s nothing else for anybody to do, there nowhere to go and all we need is somewhere warm, dry, with internet and a bit of food. We go to ‘Maccies’ but if there’s a big group you get kicked out, if you’re not eating you get kicked out, and we’ve even had the police called on us for nothing. We don’t go the ‘BB’ or anything because it’s for kids!

  —–  Lauren, 15 Wirral (aged 13 at the time) —–