jjmoldy

Something that helped me was reading extensively about the horrific effects of alcohol on the body. Even a small amount over time causes measurable damage to the nerves and organs. I also watched some difficult videos of end stage alcoholics, took in their suffering and tried to truly imagine what it would be like if I was in their place. When I got the impulse to drink I would think about the screaming, convulsing, delirious people that I saw and I would feel repulsed and afraid of that future. It helped as well that I had the personal motivation of not wanting to become like my father. I had a couple bad incidents where I lashed out at people I love because the drink fucked with my head. I didn't want that to escalate. My father's health has also suffered horribly from his drinking including a week in a medically induced coma and almost dying from pneumonia caused by aspirated booze vomit.

Misandry doesn't exist tho right folks

The only close interaction I've ever had with a raccoon was when one perched on a fence post and was hissing and swiping at my dog, who was going apeshit. So yeah I can see how someone might confuse them for weird cats.