I am the Adult Child of an Alcoholic. I have always known that my father was an alcoholic, but what I didn’t know is how deeply that shaped me into the human being I am today.
My childhood was mostly rough going, with a few bright spots along the way. My father started drinking heavily when I was three years old. In fact, he was drunk and missing when my mother went into labor with my younger sister. I was almost four at the time. Two of my mother’s girl friends had to take her to the hospital. You would think after that, she would have left his ass. She didn’t, however. And so began the making of me, the adult child.