The worst years with my mother were from about 1965 until her death in the spring of 1970, just before I graduated from grade school. I know these memoir entries give the sense that I felt isolated and without resources, which is true. I didn’t know about AA or any of the related organizations for the children of alcoholics. I wish I had.
Today those resources are very much present. Even for kids who are too frightened to go to meetings, there are on-line resources that can be accessed from (for example) a library. If you’re reading this because you see similarities to your own situation, these sites might be of more use to you than my ramblings:
why do I need help? he’s the alcoholiic!
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