Post by Anaiu on Jul 19, 2013 1:40:27 GMT -5
Yup. Pops is a drunk. Has been my whole life.
As far as I can tell, he went into AA in his 30s, but he quit by step four and now insists that he will never go back. He's now 60.
He wasn't always this bad about it. It used to be that he'd drink and yell at the TV and then just go to bed. Nowadays, he drinks a lot more. He gets completely hammered. He asks the weirdest questions ("If it could would work, would it?") and then gets angry when I can't give him the answer he wants because I don't understand the question. If he gets angry enough, he starts calling me names (not my brother or my mother, really just me). Some of his favorites:
Bitch
Stupid bitch
Arrogant bitch
Fucking bitch
Crazy bitch
"My mind's made up, don't confuse me with the facts!"
"Typical lib" (our family is very conservative [as am I] and that is a very strong insult;practically fighting words)
There are a lot more, but the "bitches" are the most common and the last two were the ones I had to put up with today. -_-
About the only way to deal with him is to sit there and stare at him, answer questions when he wants you to, and just wait it out. It's annoying as hell.
Anyway. Like a week or so ago, Dad got himself so completely hammered that he actually blacked out, which is beyond abnormal for him. When he found himself at work the next morning, the last thing he remembered was watching TV the night before. He fell and cracked his rib that night, which is painful but not dangerous, so instead of going to the doctor, he sits at home and drinks more to dull the pain.
Brandy. Cinnamon whiskey. Hard lemonade/limeade/etc. Sake. Vodka. Wine. Whatever it is, he buys a good-sized bottle every day and drinks it all in one night. I suppose it could be worse, but come on. I mean, he has coffee in the morning and at work, but the entire time he's home, he drinks nothing but alcohol.
What's more, with our recent financial issue, he's feeling his clinical depression again.
"I have nothing."
"The doctor says to do stuff I like to do, but I don't like to do anything!"
"Everything costs money, how does anyone manage?"
"All I ever want to do anymore is watch TV and go to bed, but I can't even sleep because of my apnea and that fucking mask!"
"I hate humpday because it doesn't exist anymore. It's one thing if you work overtime to get ahead, but I'm working overtime just to keep from drowning too fast."
Needless to say, this has only made matters worse. I'm really worried about him, but I can't do anything to help him. He is the KING here, and we are not allowed to do much ourselves. For example, I would have done my taxes the day I got my W2s, but dad insisted on doing them for me. Then he filed for an extension, and they are still not done!
ARRRRRGH. I could hit something. But then, just my luck, I'd probably break my hand.
As far as I can tell, he went into AA in his 30s, but he quit by step four and now insists that he will never go back. He's now 60.
He wasn't always this bad about it. It used to be that he'd drink and yell at the TV and then just go to bed. Nowadays, he drinks a lot more. He gets completely hammered. He asks the weirdest questions ("If it could would work, would it?") and then gets angry when I can't give him the answer he wants because I don't understand the question. If he gets angry enough, he starts calling me names (not my brother or my mother, really just me). Some of his favorites:
Bitch
Stupid bitch
Arrogant bitch
Fucking bitch
Crazy bitch
"My mind's made up, don't confuse me with the facts!"
"Typical lib" (our family is very conservative [as am I] and that is a very strong insult;practically fighting words)
There are a lot more, but the "bitches" are the most common and the last two were the ones I had to put up with today. -_-
About the only way to deal with him is to sit there and stare at him, answer questions when he wants you to, and just wait it out. It's annoying as hell.
Anyway. Like a week or so ago, Dad got himself so completely hammered that he actually blacked out, which is beyond abnormal for him. When he found himself at work the next morning, the last thing he remembered was watching TV the night before. He fell and cracked his rib that night, which is painful but not dangerous, so instead of going to the doctor, he sits at home and drinks more to dull the pain.
Brandy. Cinnamon whiskey. Hard lemonade/limeade/etc. Sake. Vodka. Wine. Whatever it is, he buys a good-sized bottle every day and drinks it all in one night. I suppose it could be worse, but come on. I mean, he has coffee in the morning and at work, but the entire time he's home, he drinks nothing but alcohol.
What's more, with our recent financial issue, he's feeling his clinical depression again.
"I have nothing."
"The doctor says to do stuff I like to do, but I don't like to do anything!"
"Everything costs money, how does anyone manage?"
"All I ever want to do anymore is watch TV and go to bed, but I can't even sleep because of my apnea and that fucking mask!"
"I hate humpday because it doesn't exist anymore. It's one thing if you work overtime to get ahead, but I'm working overtime just to keep from drowning too fast."
Needless to say, this has only made matters worse. I'm really worried about him, but I can't do anything to help him. He is the KING here, and we are not allowed to do much ourselves. For example, I would have done my taxes the day I got my W2s, but dad insisted on doing them for me. Then he filed for an extension, and they are still not done!
ARRRRRGH. I could hit something. But then, just my luck, I'd probably break my hand.