My Grandmother on my Mom’s side drank a lot when she was younger. She also had mental health problems that were never diagnosed. I know my Grandfather drank but I don’t know if it was ever a problem. I don’t know if there was mental illness on his side of the family either.
My Dad’s father suffered from Social Anxiety and General Anxiety. As far as I know there was no alcoholism or drug abuse from either parent.
My mother and father were both alcoholics. They each stopped drinking on their own when I was around 8 or so.
My mother had several “breakdowns” and was hospitalized a few times for them. She was never diagnosed. She would spend weeks in her bedroom sleeping and then be up laughing and cleaning the house.
My father has always had severe anxiety. My mother actually spoke for him in public places. He used alcohol to fit in and be able to socialize. He’s always had a quick temper.
My brother’s father was an alcoholic and committed suicide while my mother was pregnant with him.
My brother is an alcoholic. He also likes to gamble. He goes through periods where he thinks he’s King of the World and is extremely cocky. He also has periods of depression where he isolates himself, drinks and listens to his favorite music really, really, loud. He has bouts of anger which has led to physical altercations from a young age. He has refused to see anyone.
I am an alcoholic. I have been in remission for almost 10 years. I am also Bipolar and have Social Anxiety. I drank for over 20 years with people I normally never would’ve kept company with. It caused a lot of damage physically and emotionally.
When my brother met his wife he was so in love. The entire family loved her. But we also knew how my brother could be. He was prone to jealousy and self-sabotage. It wasn’t long before there were problems.
We tried to convince her to leave him. She refused. When he asked her to marry him we tried again to get her to leave him. She refused. There’s only so many times you can warn a person. When someone’s own mother begs you not to marry her son I think you should listen.
They drank and smoked pot together often. They were together 7 years before having their first child. I knew by the time she was 2 years old that there would be problems.
My sister in law stopped drinking but still smoked pot. They fought constantly. There was never enough money. Baby number 2 was on the way.
I can’t count the number of times my sister in law called us crying about my brother. I can’t count the number of times my mom had to go to their house and calm things down or pick up my sister in law and the kids on the side of the road because my brother was drunk and she refused to be in the car with him. She also called for money. Baby number 3 was on the way. She still wouldn’t leave.
Their oldest daughter started to self harm at 14. She then started drinking and using drugs. She was a heroin addict by 17.
Their middle daughter started to self harm at 13. She started drinking and using heroin by 16.
In the beginning of April she overdosed in an apartment with 3 other people. The paramedics were already there helping the other 3 that had overdosed. This will be her 7th time in detox and rehab. I don’t think I’ve ever cried so hard in my life.
Both of my brother’s daughters have been diagnosed with mental illnesses. Both became heroin addicts. The oldest one has been clean for a few years now but the middle one is slipping through cracks. Her mother chose the “tough love” route with her which I don’t agree with at all.
My brother is divorced now and I don’t even know how much he sees his children. His 20 year old overdoses, it makes it on to the news, and he’s no where to be found.
I have offered to help with her numerous times but my sister in law won’t allow it.
Who knows more than someone who has been where she is? Someone with 10 years of sobriety and mental illness?
The people she has been seeing are not treating her mental illness AND addiction. They’re only treating the addiction and that’s the problem. They are not asking why she feels the need to be numb, or what was it that made her start in the first place.
If it wasn’t for Narcan I would be attending her funeral. Something has to give.