For more than half my life, I have been wrapped up in my father’s struggle with alcoholism, which began when I was very young and continues to this day.
For years, my survival mechanism was to disassociate from my life in order to maintain a level head through very difficult stretches with my dad. I felt it necessary to hide this part of my life from others; very recently, I realized I needed to let go of the weight of this secret. I want to show the chaos that ripples through the lives of addicts and those closest to them, specifically their children. There’s a strange role reversal of parent and child; the child of an addict can feel a personal responsibility for their parent’s disease.
