SeanCharles
Diamond Member
Living with an alcoholic man was not easy for my mother or me either. My earliest memory of fighting between the two of them, my mom and bio father, is at the biological age of four; developmentally though I was about the mental development of a two year old the year being 1973 while we were making the last move to Alaska through Canada from California.
I can remember an argument which occurred when my mom fought and won to drive us to the border into Canada between the United states and Canada.
This memory has stuck with me behind the much later memories of what happened years later when my father had hit rock bottom. (That story has been told in rough fragments and pieces in my various diaries and more notably in my member's diary as I had thought those traumas were the significant traumas at the time.
This post as I am being to realize now may have a deeper significance and may even have deep roots that were planted earlier before my other trauma memories were recorded later.
In addition to liquid alcohol, my father would also eat alcohol, yes it's possible to eat alcohol with a prescription in the form of tranquilizers. On top of these he would also use "uppers" at times.
My reaction to my mom driving was to throw a tantrum! Despite my protest she drove and what I had stated to her at the time was false. I was for whatever reason, scared that we'd crash or the car would break. There might be more here, but this has been something I've never fully understood and I am hoping to maybe discover this eventually.
I think for now I am going to end this here.
I can remember an argument which occurred when my mom fought and won to drive us to the border into Canada between the United states and Canada.
This memory has stuck with me behind the much later memories of what happened years later when my father had hit rock bottom. (That story has been told in rough fragments and pieces in my various diaries and more notably in my member's diary as I had thought those traumas were the significant traumas at the time.
This post as I am being to realize now may have a deeper significance and may even have deep roots that were planted earlier before my other trauma memories were recorded later.
In addition to liquid alcohol, my father would also eat alcohol, yes it's possible to eat alcohol with a prescription in the form of tranquilizers. On top of these he would also use "uppers" at times.
My reaction to my mom driving was to throw a tantrum! Despite my protest she drove and what I had stated to her at the time was false. I was for whatever reason, scared that we'd crash or the car would break. There might be more here, but this has been something I've never fully understood and I am hoping to maybe discover this eventually.
I think for now I am going to end this here.
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