Are You Concerned About an Alcoholic Child?
Trying to cope with a son’s or daughter’s alcohol abuse is one of the most difficult challenges in life. Their problems become ours, as objectivity goes out the window. It becomes a never-ending cycle of crisis and rescue. We pay for doctors’ bills, treatment center stays, attorneys’ fees, rent, food and cars, often at the expense of our own financial security. It is difficult to say no because of the underlying fear that, somehow, we’ve caused the problem.
Many people come to Al‑Anon for the support and understanding they need to handle this heart-breaking situation.
The Dinner-Party Test
I recently attended a dinner party with my husband, my recovering alcoholic son, and my son’s girlfriend. The
Understanding how alcoholism affects my son – and me
In 2017, I was 5’2” and weighed 117 pounds. My six-foot son weighed 116 pounds. The swirl of
The Family Situation Can Improve
One morning I was riding my bicycle with a group of friends and really enjoying the beautiful day.
Something Needed to Change
When I first walked through the doors to attend an Al‑Anon meeting, I had no idea what Al‑Anon
The Road to Serenity
Years ago, a friend in Alcoholics Anonymous (A.A.) shared the Twelve Steps with me and recommended I go to
I’m Different This Time
My alcoholic loved one was taken to the hospital recently after he had refused for two months to take
Focusing on the Basics, “Just for Today”
When I first came to Al‑Anon, there were only two books and some pamphlets. There weren’t multiple daily readers
Like Working on My Golf Game
I am new to Al‑Anon; I’ve been coming less than two months. I finally decided to talk to a
Why I Go to Al-Anon
People sometimes ask me why I still go to Al‑Anon since most of the alcoholics and addicts in my
No Longer Feathering the Nest
When a mother eagle builds her nest, her foundational materials are large branches and sharp thorns. She then lines
A Better Relationship with My Son
One unexpected outcome of working my Al‑Anon program has been an improvement in my relationship with my son, who
Enough Was Enough
For many years, my mother and other family members suggested I go to Al‑Anon. I had already lost my