Until today I only knew about fight and flight. I am a total Fawner ! Now I'm struggling with the diagnosis. I'm two years sober after decades of self-medicating. Not boozing was the easy bit. Sifting through the wreckage, trying to find answers and move on is tough when the reason you started drinking in the first place is still ever present. It just seems that most of my decisions in life have been made simply to avoid shame or embarrassment. And the qualities that I liked in myself are simply coping strategies. What if I'm not kind and considerate, just frightened ? Is my sense of humour and general joviality just a means to diffuse a threat? What does that leave me with ? Yeah, it's that time of night, but hey I'm sober :)