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.
Loss of connection with a parent
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.
I vowed I would never inflict this kind of torture on a child myself
I am still haunted by those childhood memories of my father’s drinking.
I am still haunted by those childhood memories of my father’s drinking.
Every pothole of my ACOA journey was worth it to see my incredible girls grow
We never went without food, clothes, necessities, but we did go without guidance.
We never went without food, clothes, necessities, but we did go without guidance.
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.
I don’t remember anyone coming to look for us
Us 3 lived on the pub doorsteps with bottles of lemonade sent out every hour.
Us 3 lived on the pub doorsteps with bottles of lemonade sent out every hour.
The second he admits he has a drinking problem, then it becomes real
I have tried every trick in the book to get my dad to go and get help.
I have tried every trick in the book to get my dad to go and get help.
You are not your parent’s mistakes; you are the successor of them
I don’t hate my Mum anymore, I’m over the anger, I think what prevails is an overwhelming sense of sadness.
I don’t hate my Mum anymore, I’m over the anger, I think what prevails is an overwhelming sense of sadness.
So it wasn’t the drink after all?
One day I’d like to think that I will become a survivor, rather than always being the victim.
One day I’d like to think that I will become a survivor, rather than always being the victim.
I just read the letter “Two Mothers” and couldn’t believe my eyes
She is like the poem “When she was good, she was very, very good. But when she was bad she was wicked”.
She is like the poem “When she was good, she was very, very good. But when she was bad she was wicked”.
