I never blamed myself for his drinking, but I always wondered how different my life would be if he didn’t drink.
I never blamed myself for his drinking, but I always wondered how different my life would be if he didn’t drink.
I feel so different to other people and compare myself to my work colleagues who had a normal upbringing.
I feel so different to other people and compare myself to my work colleagues who had a normal upbringing.
The point I want to make is that I don’t blame my dad anymore – he was ill – alcoholism is an illness.
The point I want to make is that I don’t blame my dad anymore – he was ill – alcoholism is an illness.
It was horrible. When she used to get up in the morning she acted as if nothing was wrong.
It was horrible. When she used to get up in the morning she acted as if nothing was wrong.
I still suffer to this day, I suffer from the shame, I suffer thinking it’s something I have done, it will not go away, the feeling that I was and am worthless, will stay with me for the rest of my life.
I still suffer to this day, I suffer from the shame, I suffer thinking it’s something I have done, it will not go away, the feeling that I was and am worthless, will stay with me for the rest of my life.
To the world outside everything was fine, a normal middle class family.
To the world outside everything was fine, a normal middle class family.
I look forward to finding ‘me’; the woman I was meant to be; to being affirmed in my journey. I didn’t know what I was looking for, and had almost given up. Now I know; it’s me!
I look forward to finding ‘me’; the woman I was meant to be; to being affirmed in my journey. I didn’t know what I was looking for, and had almost given up. Now I know; it’s me!
Coming home from school was terrifying. I knew every floorboard that creaked, every door that squeaked and became expert at moving silently.
Coming home from school was terrifying. I knew every floorboard that creaked, every door that squeaked and became expert at moving silently.
“Don’t trust, don’t talk, don’t feel,” these are the rules of a dysfunctional family.
“Don’t trust, don’t talk, don’t feel,” these are the rules of a dysfunctional family.
I wanted people to understand, to know what I was going through, but no one understands unless they’ve experienced it themselves and I was too messed up to let people get close.
I wanted people to understand, to know what I was going through, but no one understands unless they’ve experienced it themselves and I was too messed up to let people get close.
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