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    🍷&nbsp; What it means to have grown up with an alcoholic parent
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    <strong>Did you grow up with an alcoholic parent, never knowing which version of them you'd encounter—the loving parent or the volatile stranger alcohol created? Did you learn to tell if they were drunk from footsteps on the stairs, to hide bottles and make excuses, and to carry the exhausting responsibility of managing everyone's emotions but your own?</strong>
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        Does this sound familiar?
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        💎 As a child, you never knew which version of your parent you'd get—their moods, rules, and availability changed without warning or explanation<br><br>
        💎 Growing up, love felt like a lottery—some days you were cherished, others ignored or punished seemingly for the same behavior<br><br>
        💎 As a child, you learned to spot troubled people. Now you put others' needs first, feeling valued when you help fix their problems
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        Alcohol became an invisible family member that rewired your entire nervous system for crisis. You learned to read micro-expressions, scan for empty bottles, and decode the subtle signs that fun was about to turn dangerous. While other kids worried about homework, you were managing family emergencies, keeping secrets, and becoming the emotional thermostat that kept everyone else stable.
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        This constant vigilance taught you that relationships are unpredictable, that people you love can transform into strangers, and that your worth comes from how well you can manage chaos. You became a master at spotting troubled people and fixing broken situations—a survival skill that now draws you into relationships that feel familiar but harmful.
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        💔&nbsp; The Core Wound
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        "You carry the belief that love is inherently unstable and that the people you care about most will inevitably transform into strangers, leaving you to clean up the wreckage while pretending everything is normal."
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Tools & Learning

🍷9 Ways Alcohol Abuse In The Family Trauma Affects Your Relationships

Body Guarded

Come Here, Go Away

Going to the Opposite Extreme

Loving and Hating Intensely

No Playbook for Love

Same Dance, Different Partners

The Peacemaker

The Rescuer

Wired for Crisis