Because my dad was drunk a lot of the time, I couldn’t have friends over or spend the night. I never had a birthday party after I turned 10, and that one was at an indoor swimming pool at a local college- not at my house. When I was a young teenager trying to navigate “liking boys,” my very drunk dad picked up the phone when I was talking to a boy I really liked. I was mortified. I pretended I didn’t know how that happened or who that was on the line. Being an adolescent is hard even if you have a typical family, for me, it was almost unbearable. I was too embarrassed to talk to that boy, anymore. I hoped he would forget about what happened on the phone if he didn’t see or hear from me, anymore.