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: recovery
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…
Taking a compliment
In times gone by, of all the things you could say to me, what do you think I would struggle with the most? Naturally people are thinking of something negative right? Well let me tell you, what I would struggle with most was probably a complement! Yep, I mean if you insulted me it might hurt,…
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…
Change did come!
Don’t talk Don’t trust Don’t feel These are the three principles I have spent most of my adult life trying to break after growing up in a household where the primary caregiver was an alcoholic. Not an alcoholic in a string vest, jobless, sipping out of a brown paper bag covered bottle. No, my mother was…
Borderlands
Whose house is this? Whose night keeps out the light In here? Say, who owns this house? It’s not mine. I dreamed another, sweeter, brighter, With a view of lakes crossed in painted boats; Of fields wide as arms open for me. This house is strange. Its shadows lie. Say, tell me, why does its…
It’s where you’re going that counts.
My earliest memories were of my father drinking. I remember one of the dreams I had when I was five. I had three daddies. ‘Nice daddy’, ‘funny daddy’ who was just slightly drunk, and then of course ‘nasty daddy’. That is what it was like. You never had any stability, any security, any normality. Dad…
DEAR __________: A LETTER TO THE CHILD OF AN ALCOHOLIC
Dear Child of an Alcoholic, I don’t mean this as an insult, but the life you are living is not a normal one. The problem is (among what I imagine are many problems for you) that there is a good chance you think the life you are living is a normal one. I know I…
Jekyll and Hyde
Every child should be allowed to experience, what being a kid is all about. Not a care in the world, happy, laughing, playing with friends, make memories, enjoying school etc. It’s hard when I’m in any situation growing up when people around me discussed their childhood. I have blocked out a lot of mine as…
Dads alcoholism made me the man I am today.
One year ago this week, my Dad died peacefully in his hospice bed.I was standing right next to him at the time, trying to comfort him during his last few breaths. Somehow, I found that I still loved him, although how this could possibly be the case after all that he had done, all that…
Being a COA is a thing! 