Growing up in the chaotic, unreal world of alcoholic parenting.

This piece has been courageously written, anonymously. If you feel affected by what you read, always know that Nacoa is here to offer help and support. If you feel moved to write something yourself, then please get in touch.   The first time I saw a leaflet for children of alcoholics in my GP’s surgery…

45+7=? 

This piece has been written by blogger Shannon M O’Regan who’s blog can be found at http://www.shannonmoregan.wprdpress.com, where you will also find her social media links.   “It took me a long time to realise we are not meant to be perfect; we are meant to be whole” Jane Fonda Fragments and pieces. Look closely….

Coming to terms with my dad’s death, in my own way.

This piece is written by Amelia Carr, who is the sister of Joe who blogged for us back in November, writing ‘Losing my father for the second time.’ Amelia wanted to write her piece to show ‘even when you have similar experiences with the same alcoholic parent, it can take you down different routes.’  …

I am strong because I know I struggle. 

So #COAweek2017 is all but done! Huge thank you to everyone who’s taken part in some way. In many ways it’s felt like a huge week, and with the launch of the UK’s first ever manifesto for children of alcoholics at Nacoa’s David Stafford Memorial Lecture on Wednesday, I truly believe that change is coming!! If…

9 lessons I learnt being the child of an alcoholic parent. 

It’s the beginning of #COAweek today, and I’m hoping for a hive of activity here on COAisathing to tie in with everything else that goes on. Though I can’t promise it, I hope to have a post going out from here every night of the week. Fingers crossed I can achieve that.  So to kick…

I need your love. 

I’ve always wanted to be loved. I say that, and for some reason it still makes my feel uneasy. I don’t really know why, I’m no expert, but I know that I’ve always wanted to be loved. I think everyone does right? Well, alcoholism has a way of snatching that ability to feel loved away…

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…

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…

Mother..

Things got really bad when I was 14. My parents had always been drinkers, but my mums drinking started getting out of control. She would turn violent, her anger and bitterness directed at my dad, my little sister and me. The police would be called at least once a week.  She stopped taking my sister…