My father used to come home from work every night, eat dinner with his family and retire to his favorite chair in front of the television. This was his relaxation time. A relaxation time to unwind from the daily grind with a glass of whiskey.
I never thought of this as any different than a daily nightcap or just one daily drink. In fact, looking on it now, he probably drank more than the one drink I initially thought.
All I can remember is the tall cocktail glass with ice in it. Just one glass. It never occurred to me that this glass could be refilled. It is not like there were beer cans lying around to make me think “dang, he drinks a lot” – the single glass could easily be refilled without my notice.
For one thing, I did not notice because he would drink when was getting ready to go to sleep – when I could not keep tabs on his drinking, even if I wanted to or paid attention enough to keep tabs on his drinking. For another thing, I did not notice that this was a bad thing. I thought my dad just had one drink a night, I never thought of looking for signs that he was an alcoholic because I thought one glass of whiskey a day was normal.
As an elementary school kid, I was too young to understand the concept of habits or alcohol abuse. It was not until later in my high school years that I realized something was off about him drinking so much. I was much older when I realized, I never saw it coming.
Hi, my name is A.L. Concord and my father is an alcoholic.
Yes, that’s right, my father is the alcoholic. I’m just a normal kind of guy who has had to deal with the emotional distress that comes with having an alcoholic in your life.
The funny thing is, my dad has not always been an alcoholic. From the time I was born, up until a few years ago, my dad used to be the type of person who would enjoy life. Let me tell you a little about how he used to be.
My dad would wake up early every morning to get a head start to his day, even on his days off. He was a very caring person who always put his family and friends first. It was like he could not wait to have a good time or do something with his family and he always made sure that everyone around him was having as good of a time as he was. He was a great person and everyone in his life felt proud that they knew him.
Unfortunately, all of those things that I spoke of have dissolved away slowly over the past few years. This is exactly what has encouraged me to be here today. To share my experiences with you.
I am not writing about my experiences because I think I have had it worse than others or writing because I think my life is awful and I want people to feel sorry for me. I am writing because of the exact opposite reason. I am simply here writing this blog because I know what it feels like to lose someone close to me over an addiction to alcohol.
I know that I am not alone here. I know that there are people out there dealing with similar situations as mine, or situations that are worse than mine. So, I have decided to reach out and help those who are dealing with the alcoholic in their life – to let them know that they are not alone and encourage them to speak up about it because those who deal with alcoholics are hurting too.
If you have dealt with or are currently dealing with an alcoholic, feel free to share your story or comment on my post, so others can feel like they are not alone either. We can take on this together.