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Alcohol addiction 'How could I explain to my friends that our house was different?'

Addiction is not just suffered by those going through it. It is also suffered by those who see their family members or loved ones going through it. #StillJustMe is an anti-stigma campaign launched in 2017 by St Patrick’s Mental Health Services.

ADDICTION IS NOT just suffered by those going through it. It is also suffered by those who see their family members or loved ones going through it.

Like a pebble being dropped into a pond the effects of someone with an addiction sends ripples of worry, concern, abuse and sometimes loss outwards amongst those that are closest.

Growing up

This is my story. I am 17 years old. My Leaving Cert results are out today. My older brother, who repeated his Leaving Cert, knocks on the bedroom door to see if I want to walk to school with him and a few friends to collect our results. I tell him that I won’t be going, as I already know I have failed.

The last few years have finally caught up with me. Two years previously my father died after his eighth heart attack and left my 41-year-old mum as a widow with eight children.

I am the middle child. I, like my siblings, grew up witnessing alcohol and physical abuse in the house. Even though the physical abuse ended after my dad passed away, the alcohol abuse continued afterwards as my mum couldn’t cope.

From about the age of 10 onwards I used to stay awake, or stay up late. I knew when my mum and dad started arguing, that it would stop if I went downstairs. This continued after my dad died when I would stay up until my mum came back home from the pub, or from a neighbour’s house. I would usually bring her upstairs to bed as she would be unable to do so herself.

As a result, I would be going into school with four or five hours sleep – the reason why I am the only person to ever fail the Leaving Cert from my family. Anyway, I decided to go to a new school and repeat the Leaving Cert the following year.

I couldn’t escape the past

I was sometimes quiet amongst my friends during my teenage years. Now at 44 those friends are still amongst my longest, closest, and dearest friends. I always knew that they knew I had issues at home. They always included me in what they were doing but understood when I had to leave. They knew I had other priorities.

My three older brothers went away to Scotland to study, to escape the past. I couldn’t do that. I decided to stay at home to look after my mum, and my younger brothers and sisters while I studied in college. That was the “middle-child syndrome” kicking in.

Nowadays, I am older and wiser as a result of my own personal journey. I hope. I am separated and have one son. I am back living with my mother, who thankfully conquered her alcohol addiction.

The positive outcome in finally talking about my stress and educating myself about my own illness was that it, allowed me to finally talk about my past which I had locked away.

How could I explain that our house was different? 

I had locked it away for many reasons but one of them was the stigma of disclosure. How could I tell my friends what it was like to be at home, how could I explain that our house was different? Although I have not been diagnosed with addiction issues, the impact for me of the ripple effect was very significant.

It has taken me a very long time to even get to the stage that I can write this blog in an open and honest way. I grew up in a time where family issues were not discussed outside the house. It was a different era, we were expected to just get on with it. There was little or no support for anyone.

Thankfully, this is changing, being able to speak honestly and openly about the experience of living with addiction is in itself empowering and destigmatising. This is a conversation I would not have had ten years ago.

*Stephen has chosen to share his story anonymously.

#StillJustMe is an anti-stigma campaign launched in 2017 by Walk in My Shoes, the education and awareness initiative of St Patrick’s Mental Health Services. Through a series of short films and blog articles written by mental health experts and those with lived experience, #StillJustMe aims to shine a spotlight on some of the most poorly understood and stigmatised mental health difficulties, including: eating disorders, depression, schizophrenia and psychosis, and addiction. 

Visit www.walkinmyshoes.ie/still-just-me to view the full campaign. For mental health support and information, please call 01 249 3333,  email info@stpatsmail.com or visit www.stpatricks.ie.

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