My mom, who is not an alcoholic and can’t relate with me, which I’m truly grateful for. I followed in my dads footsteps, apparently. Although my mom’s father was also an alcoholic, according to her. Everyone on my dads side was alcoholics and gone. I consider it hereditary, in the sense it’s a learned behavior.
At any rate, my mom kept telling me how disturbing this documentary was. How I should probably watch it. So, I did. I was completely bored and not phased. The ending was encouraging, as many surpassed addiction and went on to help others, that’s when the tears flowed for me, happy ones anyway. Otherwise it was basically everything I deal with daily and really wish I’d unsee it.
But, the fact that my mother doesn’t even see me and I’m almost 49 and I’m in plain sight, was so profoundly disturbing. I’ve expressed that I think I have a mental illness, but she says she’s not a doctor. She also knows I can’t afford to seek proper help. I’m not mad at her, but I’m more aware how she can’t relate with me, and that’s difficult. I’m very vocal about my alcoholism, I don’t try and hide it from her. Only a few friends.
Just had to unload all that!