My mum – Typical Glaswegian, feisty at the best of times and even worse when drunk
She was by far not always perfect, but she was still my mum
She was by far not always perfect, but she was still my mum
Isolated with the family secret
An alcoholic is so much more than their addiction
I guess it has made me very resilient. Nothing really gets to me these days.
I guess it has made me very resilient. Nothing really gets to me these days.
It wasn’t the city I was running away from
It was the painful memories and pure heartbreak held there.
It was the painful memories and pure heartbreak held there.
The truth of my childhood
I felt abandoned. I felt invisible. I felt like I didn’t matter.
I felt abandoned. I felt invisible. I felt like I didn’t matter.
The Child of an Alcoholic: It’s never too late to break the cycle
We had little chance of developing as healthy children.
We had little chance of developing as healthy children.
Pain and power
The first memory I have of my mum drinking and it being a problem, I was around 7 or 8.
The first memory I have of my mum drinking and it being a problem, I was around 7 or 8.
My mum, when sober, was the most beautiful, loving, and caring person
From around the age of nine, I began to understand that my mum was struggling with alcoholism.
From around the age of nine, I began to understand that my mum was struggling with alcoholism.
Reaching your parent’s death age
She was an alcoholic and struggled with life, but she was a human with a personality.
She was an alcoholic and struggled with life, but she was a human with a personality.
Sharing our stories is how we break the silence
My Dad’s drinking was the backdrop of my childhood, always dictating the atmosphere in our home.
My Dad’s drinking was the backdrop of my childhood, always dictating the atmosphere in our home.
Loving my mother, fearing her drinking
When she is sober she can be the most caring, kind, loving woman in the world.
When she is sober she can be the most caring, kind, loving woman in the world.
