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Hello everyone, my name is Ben, you can call me Benny.
I was directed to ACA after a talk with a good online friend and found this forum, I was thinking about joining a meeting sometime and seeing what kind of community I can find here.
I grew up with an alcoholic father and a mother that couldn't care less, she left the family and moved to another country and this broke my dad even more and he spiralled further into alcoholism, I'd like to share experiences and see what support & feedback we can amass together
-- Edited by BennusMaximus on Thursday 3rd of December 2020 11:14:02 AM
I'm sure you will find lots of experience, strength, and hope here from people who have been in similar situations.
My late Dad and Stepdad were alcoholics, and my late Mom was Narcissistic. When I was growing up, Dad was out womanizing and not supporting the family in any way. They divorced when I was 7, and Mom was busy looking for another husband. She was too wrapped up in herself to give me what I needed.
We have a Tuesday 7 pm EST chat meeting here, and the Forum is available 24/7!
Welcome Benny! Thanks for sharing. I am glad that you found us! My parents were para-alcoholics and very dysfunctional and abusive. I have found this group to be a big part of my progress in healing.
My parents were both alcoholics (functioning) because it was how they dealt with their horrible childhoods. Codependence was taught to me as appropriate behavior and everything became my fault. Thank you for sharing your experiences.
Mom was Narcissistic, and expected perfection in me.
Perfection..... I struggled for so very long with perfection. I expected me to be perfect. Truly. I thought it was the purpose of life to strive for it (although I knew I couldn't get there). It was such a depressing way to live. One of the best things I have ever done is give it up. Sure, it comes around again, but I can see it for what it is now. Sometimes I can even laugh it away.
