Hi all,
I hope it is OK to join in here as I am also on the other side of the coin - I've had my own issues with alcohol. I have been mainly sober since Sept 2019 which a few 'slips' but in what I would describe as recovery since Nov 2024 which is when I started getting counselling.
So..... my mum. Where do I start. But she is actually going to end up dying from this. I live about a 2hr drive away. I was down in my home town for a family occasion yesterday. She needed to be taken home, not drunk, but clearly in withdrawal. She does have genuine medical issues - which I think were caused by alcohol. But she was shaking violently and dry wrenching which she claims it fluid on her lungs but no doctor ever seems to come to that conclusion either. But they are 'wrong'
I knew by her texts she had been drinking over the weekend and I could hear it in her voice when we spoke on the phone. 'I'm just so tired' 'this isn't like me' (it is exactly like her!!!!!!)
I've posted on MN about her before under different names. Basically she had me, send me to live with her parents, she stayed in the city, I saw her 4ish times per year (2 she came home, 2 I went to her + step dad), didn't see my dad from 2yrs on. When I was 12 she decided she wanted me to live with her.
That's when the 'fun' started. She got me drinking alco pops, by 14 I was drinking regularly. By 15 I was in night clubs with a 33 year old 'boy' friend. Step dad kicked us out one night so we went to a hotel and got pissed, I was about 15. He was also in active alcohol addiction. He never raped me but there was S.A. and a heck of a lot of emotional abuse, neglect and the odd bit of physical abuse (from her). They used me as their go between.
They both had good professional jobs, he is dead now. She is still in a good job.
He would sit in the living room, she would sit in the kitchen. Both getting progressively more drunk. I was allowed in both rooms, but had to eat alone in at the dining table. No friends were allowed over. I didn't know it was not normal for your parents to get shit face drunk each night, pass on a chair in the kitchen and occasionally piss themselves. Then I would get in trouble for letting her drink so much. Or for letting her eat too much. Also that if I had not been born she would have been able to meet a better man and have the 4 children she always dreamed of having and a beautiful house.
He would say don't eat that or you will be a fat bitch and no one will want you. He thought eating wasn't really necessary and judged me if I did eat. He started taking me out to pubs when I was 15/16 and would tell men things like 'they couldn't afford me' but also get really mean and jealous calling me a dirty little slut if I did go out with someone.
Sorry this is ending up really long!!
When I got her home yesterday, I knew she didn't want me in the house so I said I'd go to Tesco for some basics and be back. It gave her time to clean up the drink I am sure was out. I could smell it.
Why do I still feel so responsible for her?