I feel the confidence now to be able to share my experience of being a child of an alcoholic
Feeling guilt, shame or embarrassment
Like many families with addiction, there was constant covering up to make things look ‘respectable’ and keep the secret.
I am the adult child of an alcoholic who I lost to her addiction in 2006.
For as far back as I can remember, I had a lingering feeling something was terribly wrong.
I spent days thinking that if I did not exist, it would make her better.
The whole family had suffered the damaging indignities…
I have been reflecting on how her death has shaped me.
If you lie enough you convince yourself that the lie is true, the lie becomes your new distorted reality.
I wouldn’t let my partner, friend, or colleague lie and treat me the way my mum did.
Homely warmth gave way to hollow absence.