My story isn’t much different from yours, I’m a 32-year-old mother of one.I was the only child of a quick and volatile Marriage. After my parents separated and my mother returned to her home town. She quickly found a job in a local pub and worked while I started school, I saw my dad most…
Tag: Child of an alcoholic
My Dad
This post was written by the author of ‘Celestial Bean on planet earth’ which you may want to check out. Note: This was originally penned 2 years ago, but still remains as relevant (and heartbreaking to read) as it was when I wrote it. Losing a parent sucks. But trust me, losing a parent and feeling…
It’s ok not to be ok.
I was sixteen when my father collected me from my Saturday job at a department store, in a town in South West London. He was drunk and for some unknown reason brought my cat along, not in a basket, just in the car. Unsurprisingly the cat escaped. So I found myself chasing my adored feline…
And I’ll see you again when it’s time for me.
I’ve been thinking about writing about my own experience for some time, but as usual life gets in the way and there’s little time to reflect. I feel now is the time to reflect, and through sore, puffy eyes I’d like to share my story. We all want an amazing Mum, don’t we? The type…
Life Cycles
It was the season for endings; late Fall. The night we got the call saying we couldn’t go home we’d been celebrating my brother’s birthday. He was born the same day as our father, whose name he shares. The pain of division was magnified against the weight of its timing. Katie and Reid howled on…
What would I advise the younger me?
I have thought about this many times and it’s difficult to know what I would advise the younger me because the younger me was so headstrong and idealistic that they probably wouldn’t have listened anyway. I have read other peoples’ shared experiences and they’ve made me feel grateful because I had a fantastic childhood…
Dads alcoholism killed him, and made me hate myself!
My dad was intelligent, charismatic and had piercing blue eyes that always seemed to have a twinkle in them. He was a member of the TA and a Regimental Sergeant Major in the Army Cadets. Last year I chatted to a friend who had been one of his cadets and he gleefully told me that…
A waste of life that could have been so much more.
Today’s powerful guest blog comes from Alexandra Pilson. Miserable, I was constantly sad, frustrated, and lonely. I felt alienated from others as no one would have believed me. My father was seen as a pillar of the community and such a wonderful man. I carried far too much responsibility and an enormously heavy burden. My…
Being a COA is a thing! 