Shame And Shame

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As a young girl, I was forced to grow up faster than I wanted to. I had to have an awareness of things around me and needed to know how to wiggle myself out of things. For instance, when my friends wanted to come over for the weekend I would have to find away either to make the event happen at someone else’s house or come up with an excuse so my friends would not come to my house. It is not that my house was unclean or that it was always bad but there was always a chance of him being there. I am a daughter of an alcoholic.
My father’s moods were extremely unpredictable. One day he would come home from work completely sober and be one of the most fun loving dads, others he would come home late after spending a few hours at the bar, or better …show more content…

In my case, shame is something that my father created for me. I am ashamed of being ashamed because it is not my burden to carry. Sadly, I am not alone in this situation. There are 28 million children in the United States with alcoholic parents (Family Alcoholism Statistics). Every single one of them understands the shame that comes with the parent. Why do I take responsibility for his actions? Why do I believe him every time he says he will get clean but relapses six to nine months later? Questions everyone affected by an alcoholic family member asks. We learn from our other parent. My mom didn’t know how to handle it. In some ways I assume she also felt it was her fault like I feel it is mine. An alcoholic person brings everyone down with them. The feelings of somehow we made them like this. I have always felt that if I could do well in sports or in school that I could keep him out of the hard times and he would stay sober. I never succeeded enough for him to show up to my games or my honors student banquets. Even if he said he would be there, something would “come up” and no dad. This caused shame for me in a different level. All the other girl’s dads were there, wearing t-shirts and cheering them on. I think my mom knew what I was trying to do. My mom became my coach for every sport I played. She was and is super mom. She was forced to take on roles for both

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