I really thought I had replied this morning but my post isn't there. Aaaargh!
I don't want to out myself but I do I guess want to share where this takes you.
I drank nightly after work whilst parenting DD for around 18 months, worked FT in professional job, she never missed nursery, and I muddled through with a lot of denial and DD saw me drunk- not falling over, but not able to be emotionally present either. Then I moved when she was nearly 4 nearer to family as I realised I needed more support. Asked for help from GP who phoned social services, and AA, at which point I switched from a daily to a binge drinker as described by MrsSippie, and then the family I'd moved nearer to found me drinking in the day in charge of DD one weekend and phoned Social Services. And a month later they did it again - 3 strikes and you're out kind of thing - and DD was taken and placed into foster care.
It is so very rare for family to do that, rather than help and try and keep people from knowing, that SS were compelled to act. I struggle in a big way still with forgiveness in that area. DD came home, one night 6 weeks later I did what weegiemum has done tonight and family found out, all over.
SS took me to court... and then I really lost it. A+E visits, collapses in the street, putting myself at huge risk, falling down the stairs - I was in absolute chaos and miserable. I went to rehab, and there broke down and told Social Services I couldn't get better fast enough.
Then my major accident happened and since then I've been sober, by the grace of God. I was 9 months sober by the time DD was adopted but there was no way back, especially as I am now disabled.
There were no signs of neglect, no proof of harm, but the potential emotional neglect was enough. I have done some terrible things, and felt like I didn't deserve my DD, that she deserved better than me. I felt I was being selfish by wanting her home, and felt that I would just fail again. I love her with all my heart and that love meant that I had to let her go, to where she could have the stability and security she deserves. Except for some of the above is lies, SS lies, depression telling me lies, self-pitying alcoholism telling me lies. I hope one day she will forgive me but I know I have no right to that.
weegiemum who else can look after the children whilst you recover? Be kind to yourself. But also add this to the evidence that alcoholism is too powerful for you to fight in your own strength. You have a Saviour for that.
Whoever asked did I know I was going to stop - I thought I would never get it. Then I landed in Intensive Care and not only was the game up, I knew that the God I'd half way served, one foot in the church and one out, had kept me from dying, and my life was to change. Not everyone has that kind of experience - but it was worth all the pain and the fact that 16 months on I am still being operated on to reconstruct my legs, to be sober. My life is really divided - before and after. After is so much better, even though it is agonising that it's not enough to bring my DD home. I miss her all the time, daily, hourly - still. I'm in counselling. It's slow progress, but it's progress.