My father was an alcoholic. he’s dead. My brother binge drank this weekend on a family event. He got aggressive and wanted to fight people. I stepped in pushing him back (I got hurt myself).
It was complicated. I ended up holding him down, til I got help from people. I then went and got the person my brother wanted to beat up out of the house.
I also saw it coming, so to speak so got my kids away and other kids so they didn’t see anything.
the whole thing was exhausting. It took me back to when I was younger with the shit with my dad. His drinking, the arguments and fighting. I’m stronger now, in the past when my brother has done stuff like this I get really upset and shout at him etc. but I had to be the calm one in the very heated room of shouting. I got people away, told people to leave me with him etc. gave him space, got him food.
it’s the day after the night before so to speak. No one is saying a word. I’m exhausted. I feel physically ill, I’ve lost my voice. My body wants to sleep. I feel a sort of disassociation. And partly feel re-traumatised but partly stronger because I didn’t shout at my brother or get angry. I tried to diffuse the situation. But it’s taken it out of me.
I just don’t have anyone to speak to as the family have closed up. Won’t talk about it today. I’ve not got therapy for a while. Exhausted. I guess I just needed ti let it out here.