My daughter’s name is Laura. A beautiful child, a special soul.

I could not know she would be a prisoner of addiction. No mother would.

I was ill after giving birth in 1977. I did not hold my baby for three days. By this time she was content to be fed by a bottle. My inexperience did not tell me I could have taken over and breast-fed her. A bonding opportunity lost? I do not think so, I love her dearly and she loves me.

After spending our first two weeks together in hospital we went home. At first, I was nervous of her. Was I doing everything right? I soon cottoned on to motherhood, the joys it offered. I relaxed in the part.

My baby did not like to be held tight, to be embraced or cuddled. I held her as if in a hammock, my arm under her back for support to keep her body away from mine. Was this need of hers for separation an indication of things to come? A prelude to addiction?

Follow my blog: Addict Child – Lesley Sefton. My journey as the mother of an addict.


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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