by Heather Hogan

Created on: April 14, 2009

Do you know an alcholic that has children? The more important question is, do you know the child of the alcoholic? If you answered yes to either of these questions are you doing anything to help this child or the adult that has the disease called alcoholism?

Alcoholism is a disease. The great thing about alcholism is there is a cure and the cure does not involve chemo or radiation. All the cure entails is intervention and a deep need for the alcoholic to want to cure themself and stop hurting the ones around them.

I am reaching out to all of you in hope that you can save a child from the lifelong sorrow that an alcoholic can inflict on that child's heart and soul. The reprucussions from being raised by an alcoholic have damaging results that can affect every part of a child's life, and has the ability to follow them into adulthood if there is no help. Do not be afraid of the alcoholic or what they will think of you if you try and help them get treatment. They need to be called out on their behavior and what it is doing to the people around them.

I have learned that alcoholics are the best liars, con men/women, most depressed, and irrational, self-centered, narcissistic people walking our planet. I am sure much like drug addicts. But alcoholics have the ability to be functioning and fit in with others. A drug addict usually doesn't. You might ask what does it matter if they can function? It matters because they can be in denial for many many years and fight all who come to try and help them, by simply saying, "I function in society."

The first time my father was arrested for a DUI I was in the first grade. My mother was dead and my father was driving us home from a family function, drunk. He got pulled over, handcuffed and taken away. My step-mother, bless her heart, she let him drive us home, took over behind the wheel and brought us to our nice warm beds. I layed there that night begging God to let my father come home. I didn't know where he was and I was worried my dad wouldn't come home just like my mom.

He came home. During the next fifteen years he was arrested for drunk driving over twenty times. Many of the arrests I witnessed, and a few of them resulted with me showing up at the local jail to bail him out. Oh, yes, there were many drunk driving accidents. Two of which he almost killed a woman and a man. Do you want to know what I was thinking after those accidents? How much I wished my father had died in those accidents. By then I was older and had suffered

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