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#alcoholic parent
belong2human-kind · 2 months
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I hate alcohol. I hate so so much. It has destroyed my whole life. It takes everything I love away from me. I'd rather die than to watch happening again, but I can't run: this drug is everywhere. I can't handle losing another one to this
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aljdkskjx · 1 year
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having an alcoholic parent is like having a fucking toddler but the toddler is 55 years old calling you a cunt and telling you to kill yourself <3
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outstanding-quotes · 2 years
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Janet Geringer Woititz, Adult Children of Alcoholics
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greyaugustuspoetry · 1 year
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dad is possessed
i think my house is haunted 
daddy’s always angry 
i cry a lot, 
because im so scared
of what the ghosts 
make daddy do
i hide under my bed 
to run away from the possessed 
if I can’t be found 
then daddy won’t come 
and hurt me again 
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writingwithtrauma · 1 year
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it was easier when i didn’t know
when he was just being confused
or forgetful and we laughed about it
or silly because he was my funny dad
not because he was drunk
when it was just a green can with something stinky inside
it was so much easier to be around him
- the cluelessness of unspoken alcoholism
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shybasementkid · 20 days
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guess who just got a phone call from their dad telling them that their mom are drunk again(they do not notice it all the time)and their gonna get picked up in an hour!!!!!!! thatz right!!!!! its me!!!!!
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soanywayimscreaming · 2 months
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Me: *talking abt how traumatizing it was to live with my alcoholic mother*
The person I’m taking too: Your mother was rlly strong to get help good for her—
Me: SHUT THE FUCK UO THIS SISNT ABT HER
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girlsdinner · 7 months
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I can’t control her addiction, just like I can’t control her sobriety.
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supraventriculart · 4 months
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Don't y'all fuckin love it when you stumble into a subreddit about the exact kind of trauma or specific problem you face?
Tag yours
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kitttykgs · 4 months
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now i have to suffer for the next 2 weeks while my mother goes on an anger filled binge drinking psychotic rager 🥰 christmas will be hell like always 🥰 tears and blood will be shed 🥰🥰🥰🥰
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aljdkskjx · 1 year
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every single fucking birthday, celebration, christmas, easter, new year. she gets so drunk that nothing about her is recognisable. she looks different. she sounds different. her words are slurred and vitriol. birthday cakes get destroyed. christmas trees are torn apart. baubles smashed. dishes smashed into shards on the ground. doors slammed. shouting. screaming. sorry for being born mother. i didn’t mean to.
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outstanding-quotes · 2 years
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The spontaneous child that got squashed so many years ago struggles to be released. The pressure to be adult helps to keep the child repressed. You are at war with yourself. But fear of the unknown wins out. After all, what would happen if that child gained freedom. What would it mean. So you rationalize.
Having fun, being silly, being childlike, is being foolish. It is no wonder that adult children of alcoholics have difficulty having fun. Life is too serious.
Janet Geringer Woititz, Adult Children of Alcoholics
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baneme · 9 months
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I always feel like people who say  "but she's your mother..." have to experience a lifetime of abuse (from an alcoholic parent) to understand how it's like. Because she never acted like a mother, she never was one.
Today, I had the worst day since forever because of her. The police was involved and some stranger who called the police. And a small group of people that gathered to watch everything (I actually was surprised when a police officer told my mother to watch her mouth when she started calling me stuff).
And after I went back home, after the police took her, I told some people that it was the last straw and I’m cutting her out of my life completely because I just can’t do this anymore, I really can’t. But of course there was that one person who said “but she’s your mother”.
My mother? All she did was abuse me verbally and physically for 30 years of my life. All she gave me is depression, anxiety, a suicide attempt when I was a teenager and a debt. All she ever cares about is alcohol and her own well being. Nothing ever changed. It got only worse. So yeah, this person can choke on “but she’s your mother”.
sorry I had to say it somewhere because I felt like I was going crazy and I know not many people follow me here. I just had to let it out.
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eyesofhellabore · 1 year
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Lucky little favorite 
(tw: verbal abuse mentioned)
Daddy held the key to me
The one that let me speak
The key that could let me shout
And free me from the deep
But that key is shrouded in the alcohol
He nails me to the edge 
And makes me feel so small
Daddy said that I was lucky
Mama didn’t like hitting
Used your mouth like kerosene
And then the words would do the spittin’
Light me up
Hit me up
Light me up again
Didn’t need to lay a hand
His words could thunder in
Like a hand pulling insides out
Altering your lungs
Rewiring your brain
So you can’t fathom love
Daddy taught me when you’re cryin’
You better shut up
Told me that winning’s more important
Than happiness and love
Bought me things
To make me  quiet
Treat me like a dog
And call me like one too
My name was bitch and cunt
When he’s drunk
I’m his all-time fav
When he wants to bash my soul
And nail me to the grave
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My body and soul were so tired of hating my parents. The unending song of outrage, disappointment, disgust, and self hatred grew to be too loud. And I was so afraid that letting go of my hate would make me weak. Would I become an easier target? Did I give them a free pass?
No, I chose forgiveness for me. I did it for me.
It is not in my nature to carry hatred with me. I am not that person anymore because I choose to be better. I choose to be free of that burden. I am a victim of childhood abuse, both physical and psychological. The triangulation to isolate sisters and gaslighting to the point of complete loss of self will not work anymore.
I say no and draw a line in the sand. No more.
The people who were supposed to love and protect me were my abusers. They don’t even fully understand what they did or why it was wrong. The semantics don't matter.
I am here. I am safe. I choose to heal.
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thehauntedp0et · 1 year
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And so it happens again
My father wonders why I have this grudge against him
Why I can’t stand to be in a room with him for more then 5 minutes without freaking out
As he snaps at me for something so trivial
Why I always end up in the bathroom crying
Coming back my mother asking me why my eyes look so red and raw
What he doesn’t understand is that the anger
Is what makes all the difference.
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