They’re addicts. I stayed with my alcoholic Grandma for school summer holidays, and visited her almost every day and weekend in my 20s.
She’s chased me with a hammer during a drink binge, hit me, beaten up her husband, sat down in the middle of traffic, shoplifted, been sectioned loads of times, turned up drunk and shouting at my workplace, said the most heinous things to me and my grandpa, and I really do mean so heinous they’re unprintable even for Mumsnet, possibly from what I gather been physically and definitely mentally abusive to both her children growing up, both us grandchildren too.
But I’ve also seen her want to die because of the drinking, and sit in the middle of traffic bawling because she wants to be run over, or arrived at her sheltered housing flat to find her in urine stained nightdress unable to bath or feed herself because of the drinking, and witnessed local druggies queueing up almost to ‘borrow’ money off her when she’s in a drink binge phase.
None of her appalling behaviour made me feel unsympathetic it made me want to love and protect her even more, because one by one she lost all respect from family members so was finally left alone with just me.
Blimmin’ alcoholics though, they abuse their bodies mercilessly, don’t eat, don’t sleep properly, and still end up living to their 90s !
My Gran was a drink anything type - gin, spirits, wine, lager - all ‘hidden’ in places she thinks I couldn’t find them, like in the oven, cistern, gas meter shed, decanted into empty milk or pop bottles,
. It was bizarrely endearing yet also sinister how efficient a liar she was.
But this is what poison does to you. So no, I’ll always have sympathy for alcoholics.