Never feel guilty for your parent’s drinking. It isn’t your fault
I never knew how I would feel the day I lost her as our relationship was turbulent.
I never knew how I would feel the day I lost her as our relationship was turbulent.
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My dad won’t stop!
But the thing that keeps me strong is help lines and I realise I am not alone.
But the thing that keeps me strong is help lines and I realise I am not alone.
Living in a house full of boxes of delivered wine, shouting parents, empty bottles
I realised that I had kept all my feelings bottled inside me for so many years.
I realised that I had kept all my feelings bottled inside me for so many years.
I became obsessed about being ‘normal’ and I craved things that seemed normal
I kind of treated her illness as my illness, as though we were both alcoholics.
I kind of treated her illness as my illness, as though we were both alcoholics.
My teenage years were blighted by alcohol having a higher priority than me
My teenage years were blighted by alcohol having a higher priority than me.
My teenage years were blighted by alcohol having a higher priority than me.
As a child of drunken parents, I know what it means to live in poverty
I know what it means to live in poverty with parents who spend first on alcohol and cigarettes.
I know what it means to live in poverty with parents who spend first on alcohol and cigarettes.
It was all hidden, my mum was the classic secret drinker
I don’t think you ever recover from growing up with an alcoholic parent. What is interesting is how far you go to hide it.
I don’t think you ever recover from growing up with an alcoholic parent. What is interesting is how far you go to hide it.
He never abused me, all he did all day was sit, drink and watch television
My sister and I have been the children of an alcoholic since we can remember.
My sister and I have been the children of an alcoholic since we can remember.
Some people may judge my mother for her illness, and call her an unfit parent. Don’t.
I stood in silence next to her bed, experiencing a succession of emotions. Disappointment. Anger. Rejection.
I stood in silence next to her bed, experiencing a succession of emotions. Disappointment. Anger. Rejection.
After all these years the one thing I have learnt is that the past doesn’t define who we are
No one has to suffer alone.
No one has to suffer alone.
