Addiction is a powerful thing to encounter, cope or live with. An addiction is worse when it is experienced with a loved one. This illness has many negative affects regardless to the extent of the addiction. It has caused family and marital separations that are not easily overcome without a determined mindset.
As for me, I dealt with a step-father who had been part of my life for 11 years. He had an addiction to alcohol and cocaine. The addiction first started with him going out with his friends once In a while. That soon turned into every night with his friends. Although I was young in age it affected my mother, younger sister and I as well.
I faced many fatherless days due to his decisions. It was as if he had lost his love for mankind and found …show more content…
There was times when they would get into disagreements and with me being a child, I had no understanding of it. This misunderstanding as a child put me in the state of emotional disturbance because my mother, the woman I looked up to, was unhappy. Shortly after that we started noticing that money, items and valuables were going missing. For instance, we had two play station game boxes, but we could never find the other one. When my mom asked him “Did you see the kids’ game box?”his response was no I have not seen it. Truth was that he had taken it and sold it for money to support his addiction. This caused us to hide our valuables unless we thought of it as invaluable. In addition, to my mom, sister and I having to hide our belongings, we began to encounter financial problems. After a while of causing his family turmoil, he decided to leave us and his marriage. His decision to just leave impacted me terribly. I was mentally and emotionally distraught due to the hurt and disbelief. As a result of these internal emotions my hair began to break off, fall out and I began to experience weight loss. After he moved he started to go missing; not even his family in town
I am still not fully recovered and I most likely won’t ever be, there will always be that little voice inside my head. I started my journey with addiction and recovery the summer before freshman year. Everything changed going into highschool. I started hanging out with different friends, I slacked in school, and my personality was trash.
They were upper middle class and they were the fun parents, that had let my dad get away with everything. My dad started drinking and doing drugs at the age of 14 and it only got worse from there. He met my mom at a Hennessy’s bar, when they were in their late 20’s, and although my mom knew about my dad’s problem, she thought she could cure him and decided to marry him. Fast forward a couple years later after my parents’ divorce I remember going to my dad’s drug deals with him at the age of 3 or 4. I’m sure my dad thought I’d never remember that, but I do.
He was a type A, workaholic with OCD with no tolerance for anything out of his control. I loved him dearly, but as an overweight child he constantly taunted me in hope of changing my habits. Unfortunately, this unsurprisingly backfired and I began to turn to destructive behaviors. Ninth grade was when the problems began. I had a boost of self- confidence from this new found acceptance from a popular new group of friends, but there was a familiar, silent pressure there.
It becomes a part of them and they feel they require it to survive. Louie often headed down this same path, however he continued to trudge on because he believed “A lifetime of glory is worth a moment of pain” (35). With the same mindset, lives can be turned around and faced down a better path. Addicts must find hope in themselves to overcome their challenge and work towards a brighter
I have been in a book slump for months, I started reading a lot of books, but none of those entertained me. If nothing else, it made me feel annoyed, bored and completely numb. So when Addicted For Now arrived, I knew this is my damsel in distress whisking me away. Ricochet left me in a disastrous state and I was hoping my reaction and feelings toward the sequel would be just as intense, though there is always that fear.
Before my dad’s death in 1989 I had suffered from mental, sexual, and physical abuse at different times, from different people. I blamed him for not stopping it, for not saving me, and his death added to my pile of excuses to fail. An alcoholic right from the start, I learned how to drink like the pros around me: as fast as I could until the bottle was empty. I found this fun and the lack of accountability was empowering. I hated being weak and I especially hated being the victim, so I became manipulative, and took advantage of the weakness of others.
and I was oblivious to what was going on. My mom is a nurse and worked overnight shifts at the hospital. So from time to time, she was not in the greatest mood when she got home due to lack of sleep. My mom worked a lot of overtime hours to support our family as my dad’s business did not always provide for us.
Father would just tell me "They 're just trying to toughen you up." And shrug me off. (I Imagine he did that to any problems my brothers had as well) But, while my father could be cold, I could always find solace in my mother. My mother, however was not the only woman I came to love.
The day I quit drinking and turned my life over to the care of God is one of the most memorable days of my life. From the time I was 5 or 6 years old I can remember always feeling different. I was never certain if it were the fact I came from a broken home or maybe it was because we lived in poverty. Either way the feeling of being different was apparent.
Once he started the new job he lost all contact with me and progressively drank. Our phone calls went from once a week, to a call every three months. One night I made the decision on calling him, and that was the night I lost a relationship with my father. In the midst of his drunken rampage, he told me that he never wanted to speak to me again.
I just want to start this off by saying I ran away from home at age 15. I guess I just got tired of rules and the situation my mother was in with her boyfriends but that would be a whole other essay if I went into that. Anyways, me running away was the first mistake I made to lead me down a dark path. In which at the end would motivate me to live for God and to be the best man I can be.
Families in the United States have become more complex- growing from the traditional nuclear family to single parent families, step families, foster families etc. Therefore, when a family member is struggling with addiction, the effect on the family may vary according to family structure. Families where addictions are present often times are hard to live in. Many individuals that come from homes with substance abuse problems may become traumatized to varying degrees by things they have experienced. Families living with addiction can be put under an unusual amount of stress.
Next, my mom started yelling at him because he lost his job with drinking and drugs. Finally, my mom told my dad that he has a drinking problem and that she was going to move out. Also because he wasn’t treating her right by cheating and having an affair with another woman. Kelsey, my mom, and I then move out after they have had enough with all the yelling and fighting. My mom and dad soon then got divorced and all goes good but only for a while.
Addiction is the reliance on a routine. There are many addictive stages. Addiction, as it comes along, becomes a way of life. The persistent use of the substance causes to the user serious physical or psychological problems and dysfunctions in major areas of his or her life. The drug user continues to use substances and the compulsive behavior despite the harmful consequences, and tries to systematically avoid responsibility and reality, while he or she tends to isolate himself/herself from others because of guilt and pain (Angres, & Bettinardi-Angres, 2008).