Bottoms Up: My Drunk Dad, My Depression

My dad was an alcoholic.

He died at age 56 from too much drinking. Almost 40 years ago.

I was 19 at the time, a sophomore at a local state college. I lived upstairs from my Polish grandma who, was a big woman with arms as strong as an elephant’s trunk.

One morning, my Aunt Clara, who, with her husband Eddie (who was genuinely cross-eyed), lived with grandma downstairs, came up to tell me, “Your father died today.”

I had never heard my dad called “father.” It sounded formal, like, “The President of the United States died today.”

My dad had been ill for months. The year he died, 1981, Hospice wasn’t around. Most people, as sick as my dad with cancer and cirrhosis of the liver, met their end in the hospital.

My Dad Drunk

Since I was a boy, dad was a heavy drinker. And mean. My mom and four siblings grew up in an old farmhouse in the country.  Whenever he walked through the door, you never knew what you were going to get. It usually wasn’t good.

Sometimes, he seemed normal. He would make small talk with me about sports.  More often, he was drunk and bat-shit crazy. He would stop at a “gin mill,” the midpoint between the factory he worked at and our home. It was there he got “banged up” and then drove home. As my siblings and I would say years later, it was a miracle he never killed anyone that blasted.

Two versions of him drunk appeared in my childhood: a sloppy drunk or angry drunk. I much preferred the sloppy drunk. Speech slurred and a dopey grin on his face, he stumbled into the house. He was imposing, even though not a large man standing five foot, eight inches tall. His black hair was neatly combed back and held in place by greasy Brylcreem, and a Camel cigarette hung from his lip. With a sheepish grin, he would scoop up the mashed potatoes and gravy in silence.

More often, he was the angry drunk.

When angry, his raised voice was an operatic rage to it.  “Why didn’t you cut the fucking grass?” he’d say to my ten-year-old self. Even though he had hit me only a few times throughout my childhood (with his leather belt, always), it felt violence was still somehow imminent when around him.

I learned to hide from dad by whatever means necessary growing up. I could see his blue Chevy Nova approaching our house from the street. His car was a warning bell for me to skedaddle.  I ran into the nearby woods, climbed up into the garage rafter, or tip-toe into our house’s basement.  I could hear him screaming my name, “Danny!!!!” He was looking for me.  “Danny!!!” The anger in his voice said I was in trouble. And I would cower.

My heart raced until the coast was clear.

He ate his dinner alone in front of the T.V. set. Then, about an hour later, he would fall asleep on the living room couch. When dad was knocked out, we knew NEVER to wake him up. That was when he was mostly out of control with fury.  So, my sister and brothers often spoke in whispers around our house growing up. That’s me on the far right when I was ten years old with my siblings.

We never had much of father-son relationship. For the months he lay dying, I never had a meaningful conversation with him. He never said he was sorry or he loved me.  Years later, those words were the only thing he could have said that would have made any difference. Why would he withhold from me even those simplest of words?

Adult Children of Alcoholics

After his passing, I would go on to become a lawyer. I had a successful career but was diagnosed with major depression. It took me a long-term to understand the connection between the trauma I experienced as a child growing up with an alcoholic, and my depression. There is a name for such a group of survivors, “Adult Children of Alcoholics.” They are at much higher risk for depression later in life and a host of misery-related mental health disorders and addictions.

Here is what has come to be know as “Adult Children of Alcoholics’ Laundry List” of characteristics:

  1. Becoming isolated and fearing authority figures.
  2. Seeking approval from everyone and having no identity of his or her own.
  3. Fear of aggression from people and inability to handle criticism.
  4. Either become a workaholic or alcoholic and find a spouse that suffers from alcohol abuse
  5. Seeing themselves as victims and getting attracted to the same in friendships and love
  6. Focusing on others rather than our own needs and faults. An extreme sense of responsibility
  7. Feeling of guilt when speaking up for themselves and for not agreeing to others
  8. Addiction to the excitement
  9. Fall in love with people they feel sorry for. This happens because of the confusion between love and pity.
  10. Feeling of denial because of compounding intense emotions during childhood. Inability to talk about those emotions because of the feeling of getting overwhelmed.
  11. A low level of self-esteem and self-worth. Having an extremely unrealistic and harsh judgment for themselves.
  12. Constant fear of abandonment and holding onto abusive relationships only to avoid feeling those emotions.
  13. Becoming para-alcoholics even if they have not indulged in alcoholism themselves.
  14. Waiting for a direction that will help them seek approval of others.

The Dying Voices of Negativity

I still live with the ghosts of my childhood. They don’t howl as much.  I have learned that voices telling me I’m not “good enough”, I am a “nobody”, and a “loser”, are things dad used to say to me.  These shitty thoughts held their grip on me for years. They set the stage for depression. But I’ve learned that depression is a terrible liar. It would bully you into thinking that such truths are as real as the Brooklyn Bridge.  But don’t believe them.  You’re not your depression. You’re a lot more wonderful human being than that.

Further Reading:

Adult Children of Alcoholics World Service Organization website

“Codependent No More: How to Stop Controlling Others and Start Caring for Yourself” – Claudia Black, Ph.D.

“Breaking the Silence: 14 Traits of Adult Children of Alcoholics” – David Baumrind, Elephant Journal.

“A Toxic Brew: Adult Children of Alcoholics Face Down Denial, But It’s a Trauma They Carry Throughout Their Lives” – Pamela Weintraub, Psychology Today.

 

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6 thoughts on “Bottoms Up: My Drunk Dad, My Depression

  1. That sounds awful, and I’m genuinely sorry for you. I can’t even imagine it.

    I was going to ask you if your father was a World War Two veteran (I have a theory) but I can see that he was not after doing the math. The reason was, I was wondering what caused his alcoholism.

    1. He actually was a WWI veteran who served in the Navy. I believe he drank before the service, but he seems to have come home from the war with PTSD. This, together with some other possible underlying mental illness, was to blame.

      1. Your father was a Great War veteran (or did you mean WWII)?

        Either way, in looking into things, one of the big combined impacts of the Great Depression and World War Two seems to me to have been a gigantic increase in drinking in society.

        The late Father Arne Panula disputed calling the WWII generation “the Greatest Generation” and was of the opinion that they came home from WWII broken, which expressed itself in huge parenting failures, which itself lead to the turmoil of the 60s and 70s. Looking into that, I’d add the impact of the Depression to that, and when you combine it, that Greatest Generation tag falls way, way short. Not to condemn them all by any means, but the rootlessness of the Depression combined with the violence and rootlessness of WWII really left an impact that was much deeper than people like to imagine. And then that had its impact on their children’s generation.

  2. Thank you so much for this well written and informative article.
    I am so sorry that you have experienced this type of abuse during your childhood and the lasting impact it has had on you throughout your adult life.
    I hope you are getting all the support and therapy you need.

  3. Thanks, Mike, for your thoughtful and kind comments. I am getting ongoing help and have many wonderful friends and a great family. I am really blessed. I am happy you liked the article. Dan

  4. Thank you for this article, Dan. The disease of alcoholism is pervasive, cunning, baffling, powerful. It causes nuclear damage to those who are dependent upon, or who love, the alcoholic. The damage to children of alcoholics is lifelong and self medicating is usually a coping mechanism. That, along with easy access to alcohol, a genetic predisposition to alcoholism, and the ingrained learned behavior creates a new generation of alcoholics. It runs in families like wildfire- just like mental illness does. Awareness of one’s predisposition to alcoholism or mental health issues is absolutely key to stopping the generational chain of misery and violence.

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