My lovely parents both have passed so please be gentle. Not recently.
I have been having therapeutic counselling due to anxiety and depression. I'm so totally confused as to what actually went on in my childhood. The more I think and talk about it, the more I think my parents were alcoholics. But they were the kindest and gentlest people I could ever imagine. I can't remember them ever shouting or being cross. Mum would always sit with me for hours if I was upset and hold my hand. They were endlessly supportive of all of us until the day they died. I stole something from my Dad when I was being bullied when I was 15 to get out of a situation and all he said was, don't worry, we'll work it out together, and we did
I'm sitting here crying because today my therapist told me that my childhood could explain why I'm feeling the way I do. Because I do remember the smell of alcohol on their breath every night. I do remember them drinking every evening, and that alcohol was always present in every memory, every event. I feel so guilty as if I've tainted them in some way, when they were the loveliest, kindest, gentle parents you could ask for. They loved each other so much and weren't ever volatile like I'd imagine alcoholics being.
I don't know what I want from this really but everything I look at online doesn't help me as I don't feel I really have any awful experiences to share but something must explain why I am the way I am