Laura was emotionally damaged, she belonged to the profession of medics: two factors in considering alcoholism. There would be a third, and maybe a fourth.

Had I known these facts back then could I have prevented my daughter becoming an alcoholic? Stopped her from abusing drugs? I was ignorant of possible triggers.

How do you stop a freight train? You stand in front of it, you sacrifice yourself.

I became wise through experience: you cannot prevent a person determined on self destruction. Blindly we moved on.

Laura met a nice boy, a boy from a good family, a boy with a future, a boy with a past. He wined and dined her at fancy restaurants, held her hand across a candlelit table. Husband and I crossed our fingers, I crossed my toes.

Laura’s socialising was no longer confined to weekends. She returned home Thursday lunch after spending the previous night out. Laura preferred home, preferred her own bed, if she was absent there was a reason. That reason was etched over her face.

She had been drinking alcohol, to excess. She was upset, had behaved badly with the nice boy. Nice Boy no more. Disappointment heightened my temper. I chastised her. She was sorry. She would no longer trust the welcoming arms of alcohol. Laura would not allow herself to be vulnerable again.

If only.

Addict Child by Lesley Sefton buy on amazon

I am the mother of two adult daughters, both much loved and cared for. The eldest thought she could handle social drinking and party drugs, she could not. There is a journey addicts relate to - their journey. As a mother I have healed through the written word. This is my journey.

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