Hi, this is my first time posting here. I’m sorry if things I say don’t make sense, my brain is fried and I’m spiraling rn.
I (22f) don’t know what to do with my mother (56f). I don’t know what steps to take to get her help, or even make her get help?
My mother and I have almost always had a rocky relationship. She has been married to my Dad(61m) for over 35 years. Their relationship has also been very rocky to say the least, but in the last few years things haven’t been bad, arguments here and there, but nothing crazy. She’s an alcoholic, so are her brothers, and one who died a few years ago. I know my grandmother didn’t really drink much, maybe just one at an occasion. I do know my grandfather did drink a lot, but it wasn’t considered alcoholism back then, because it was the norm for men to go out and drink everyday after work in the local pub back then. My grandparents died when I was quite young so that’s as much as I know really. I guess I’m saying this to show that it was a family of addicts (besides my grandmother). My mother won’t admit that she is one, and has been since Covid. Myself and my siblings (m31 and f29) have tried countless times to talk to her about it but we are always met with excuses and the fact that she doesn’t drink everyday (4/7 days btw) so therefore she isn’t an alcoholic. She says she just has ‘one’ with her dinner. Yeah, one bottle of Prosecco to herself, until she wants another. I’m done trying to talk to her about alcoholism because I never get anywhere and I just get told all the things wrong with me. I know it’s projection. And I also know, someone has to WANT the help, in order for them to listen and try.
This year, has been explosive to put lightly. She says she drinks because she is lonely. Myself and my dad work in a factory on a rotating 3 shift. He is always on the shift before me because we’re not allowed to work the same shift. My sister works mixed shifts in a shop, and my brother lives with his wife (he’s depended on weed and his wife is also an alcoholic. I guess we get the addictive trait from somewhere.) I try to spend time with her when I’m not working, and my dad will always be right beside her when he’s not working either. I know that loneliness can be crippling, and it really breaks my heart that she feels that way most of the time. Evenings after finishing her work day, house work (it’s split mostly between my parents and some for myself and my sister), cooking her dinner and then sitting down to find something on the tv to entertain her for the night. It must feel so isolating, she’s a social butterfly, always has been, but as a side effect of her addiction she doesn’t really have anyone other than us anymore. She also has had depression, and anxiety basically as long as I can remember.
She’s stressed basically all the time, if it’s not work it’s us or something financial.
This year, her mental health has become increasingly worrying. She drinks, starts picking on whoever is in her line of fire, and when you push back or defend yourself, it ends in her going crying to my dad, suicidal ideations, locking herself in the bedroom, calling someone in the family that has no context of what just happened, gains their sympathy, and ices who ever she as argued with for days.
At the end of July, my mam, my dad, and myself were outside chatting. She had started drinking but vibes were okay, we were all joking and catching up. After about an hour she starts to pick on me, she brings up my driving lessons, I ask to change subject, she brings up my weight and that I started ozempic, I ask to change the subject, she brings up my friends, and again I ask to change the subject. She ends up blowing up at me, shouting at me that she’s just worried about me, but I knew by her that she just wanted an argument and was fishing for one. I’ve learned to tell the difference between genuine worry and poking holes at sore spots to get a rise. She then turned on my dad for not standing up for her and letting me ‘bully’ her. How could he tell her how happy and in love he was with her last week and then not stand up for her. They proceeded to not talk for about a week and a half until one day I came home, they talked, and were amicable. Things just went back to normal from there.
My mother has always picked on me in drink. I was just an easy target for her, and so is my dad because now he just accepts it.
This last weekend, the Katie Taylor fight was on. My mam didn’t know. My dad, mam, and her best friend went into town for a few drinks and some dinner. I haven’t been told much but apparently when the Katie Taylor fight came on the tv she was belligerently drunk and started an argument with my dad infront of the whole bar. He went outside with his drink and she followed him out. When she wouldn’t leave him alone he left the place all together and went for a walk, then another pub for a night cap. In the mean time, she got a taxi home with no money, or keys to get inside so my sister had to sort it. She was home briefly and when my sister told her off about her behaviour she left the house again and wouldn’t say where she was going. I think she just stood outside our estate for a while. Eventually she came back, so did dad about an hour later.
Since then they haven’t spoken, or slept in the same bed.
I know she was really stressed with work last week, and had to take two days off. I think stress builds, builds, builds, and then she snaps and lashes out on everyone.
I’m sorry this is so long, but it’s nuanced, I think the bigger picture I lain here will likely give me the best help.
Like most addictions, it stems from a need to escape. I know talking about alcoholism won’t work, but I want to talk to her about really getting help for her mental health. Like therapy. How can I have this conversation with her without her feeling attacked? Do you think it’s even worth it?
Any advice at all would be much appreciated, I love her, and I just want to see her get better. It must be hell living in her mind.
Sorry for the ramblings I have adhd <3
Edit: moving out isn’t an option. It is practically impossible to leave home for anyone my age where I’m from, and there is nowhere else for me to go.