I am an adult child of an alcoholic. ACOA. I can’t run from that any longer. For most of my life, I brushed this aside… That was not part of my identity. My fathers fate would not be my own. My parents mistakes were just that — their mistakes. Growing up, my father‘s alcoholism was our family secret. And it stayed something that we did not speak of until it became so chaotic we could not hide from it anymore. Yet still, it was on him. His fate was sealed, but the rest of us could pave our own course.
I Am An Adult Child Of An Alcoholic
I Am An Adult Child Of An Alcoholic
I Am An Adult Child Of An Alcoholic
I am an adult child of an alcoholic. ACOA. I can’t run from that any longer. For most of my life, I brushed this aside… That was not part of my identity. My fathers fate would not be my own. My parents mistakes were just that — their mistakes. Growing up, my father‘s alcoholism was our family secret. And it stayed something that we did not speak of until it became so chaotic we could not hide from it anymore. Yet still, it was on him. His fate was sealed, but the rest of us could pave our own course.