Saturday, July 27, 2013

I hate boxes, part one

She said, "So, as the adult child of an alcoholic, you probably don't have any close friends."

Wow. You go through life thinking you're unique, that no one can understand your pain, and then you're pigeonholed in one sentence.

There's lots of other things I learned at The Place:

  • A LOT of the people who ended up there grew up with an alcoholic parent.

  • I wasn't the only one who no longer handled my own money.

  • Self-harm was not just for young teens.

  • Auditory hallucinations were not uncommon among the mentally ill.

  • Alcohol and drug abuse, along with other addictions, went hand in hand with mental illness - the addiction temporarily masked the pain.
The most important thing I learned is that I was never alone. Not only were there others out there with similar issues, there were also others out there who wanted to help.

To be continued...


  1. It makes sense. If your parent is an alcoholic, you're not going to have a bunch of friends over to share that.

    1. Hi Susie,

      Yes, they say that's the start of a kind of keeping people at arms length as a kid, it's a learned behavior that never went away. I always knew I did it but I never realized why.

  2. Acknowledging whatever traumas you have endured as a child is very healing. Denial almost always leads to the demons controlling you, rather than you controlling the demons.

    Good wishes to you.

  3. I definitely learn here: "Courage" indeed, and "to be continued." Good!

    1. Thanks, Geo! I always look forward to your comments :)

  4. Well, extend help to others with similar problems is the solution and be free !

    1. Hi Rajiv,
      Yes I agree, absolutely :)