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
Unable to live your own life
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.
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.
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.
Adult Child of an Alcoholic
The fearful child expecting the worst lives within
The fearful child expecting the worst lives within
Shedding the cloak of shame of addiction
I was a bystander in the wreckage of her choices
I was a bystander in the wreckage of her choices
You still have half of me
Time goes on like nothing happened. Everyone goes about their lives like nothing happened.
Time goes on like nothing happened. Everyone goes about their lives like nothing happened.
