Thank you, @Addictforanex . It's such a delicate balance between respecting her autonomy and safeguarding.
She needs not to be driving anymore (she's come home a couple of times with damage to her car, and denies any knowledge of what happened, like a child). But where we live there is not a way of reporting her anonymously to the driving authorities. And she lives in the middle of nowhere.
I have spoken to her several times about her drinking, and have pointed her in the direction of help, and she keeps telling me she doesn't need it, can stop on her own, it's just a nasty habit, etc etc. The usual. She has sober periods of a few weeks at a time, but when she's back on it she'll put away nearly a litre of vodka a day, and she's this tiny little 8 stone old lady. It's awful.
She's pleaded with me not to tell anyone. But it's too much for me to carry this on my own, and at this stage her doctor really needs to know, as she's on a lot of medications that will interact badly with alcohol, and frequently has abnormal liver results when she has bloodwork done.
This is the sort of thing that nobody who knows her would believe, as she has always been the by-the-book, people-pleasing, everybody's favourite confidante type.
I can't shake the irrational feeling that if I'd been a more attentive daughter to her in her old age, none of this would be happening - but it felt so clear to me once we had moved here that she would consume my entire life if she could, and I have a DC with SEN who needs 24/7 support from me as well. I just don't have the bandwidth to be all things to all people.
I am trying to detach with love but fucking hell it's hard when she's on my bloody doorstep.