This has been something I’ve been struggling with for a while.
I’m the child of a binge drinker. It’s painful because there are so many personalities stemming from the life of a binge drinker. A life that flits between coherent and sympathetic conversations, to defensive and resentful bluster. A set of parallel pathways that intersect during the course of our relationship means things look one way from afar, but feel very different up close – because years of happy times have become mixed up with so many moments of bitter resentment.
My mum is a jolly, kind woman. She’s always suffered from depression and is on a bunch of SSRIs - which don’t mix well with the alcohol.
6 years ago I severed most contact with mum. After university, I needed to get my feet on the ground, and all the drunken chatter wasn’t helping me do this. Actually, being estranged from her kind of helped me. A few months ago, however, I regained contact after my step-dad died - and last week I went down to visit her.
Last week, depicts a moment in my life, where a happy reunion after many years separation finally happened – and the resulting binge drinking session, like all of those that happened before, will have to be put towards building the scaffolds for a more successful future.
She doesn’t drink so much as you’d think - two or three bottles of wine, and a few chasers. Compared to the people who hide bottles and drink first thing, my mum is a moderate drinker. She’s never been violent or aggressive. However, as a kid, I do remember her drinking so much she became unresponsive. Or moments where she’d wander off into the night.
Seeing her last week, I reverted into a kid, desperately upset and nagging her not to drink. We left on bad terms - she’s furious with me for asking her not to drink under her own roof. Honestly, I don’t mind her drinking, just not binge drinking. Anyway, it’s hard, do you lot have any words of wisdom?