{"id":66958,"date":"2015-11-30T12:00:53","date_gmt":"2015-11-30T12:00:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/?p=66958"},"modified":"2015-11-29T20:03:48","modified_gmt":"2015-11-29T20:03:48","slug":"forget-fighting-demons-we-must-learn-how-to-talk-properly-about-alcoholism","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.transcend.org\/tms\/2015\/11\/forget-fighting-demons-we-must-learn-how-to-talk-properly-about-alcoholism\/","title":{"rendered":"Forget \u2018Fighting Demons\u2019. We Must Learn How to Talk Properly about Alcoholism"},"content":{"rendered":"

My dad was an alcoholic \u2013 and what every child of someone with this disease learns is that we can\u2019t change things for our parents. But we can for our children.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\u2018Like all children of alcoholics, I learned the sheer, choking agony of worry: is he OK? Is he on a floor? Am I doing enough? Am I a good son?\u2019 Photograph: Anton Prado\/Alamy<\/p><\/div>\n

26 Nov 2015 – <\/em>There\u2019s no way I\u2019d be in politics if it weren\u2019t for the inspiration of my dad, Dermot, who I lost just before the election. He even paid my subscription to join the Labour party when I was 15.<\/p>\n

He was an extraordinary bloke. The son of Irish immigrants, he battered his way from Shepherd\u2019s Bush into grammar school and then to university, the first person in his family to go. At Durham in the late 60s he met my mum, and like two star-crossed lovers, they campaigned \u2013 against apartheid<\/a> \u2013 dreamed, planned a family, and both graduated to give their lives to public service. My dad was fascinated by Clement Atlee\u2019s new towns<\/a>. He became a planner, and that\u2019s why I grew up in Harlow, where Dad rose to become the council manager. But for most of his life my dad was trapped in a deepening addiction to alcohol. And when he lost my mum at the age of 52 to pancreatic cancer, it knocked him over the edge.<\/p>\n

From my early teenage years, ours was a love-hate relationship. When he was in a suit in the morning, off to save the world, I adored him. But once he\u2019d had a drink, I couldn\u2019t bear to be near him. Like most children of alcoholics, I learned to make myself invisible \u2013 I wanted to disappear from the slurring embarrassment. I learned all about chronic insecurity. The sickness in your stomach when you find empty bottles of booze hidden round the house. I spent a lot of time in hospitals. A couple of years ago I was in the middle of Labour\u2019s battle on welfare reform \u2013 but had to duck out to spend a week holding my dad\u2019s hand in an intensive care unit where we were told he had a one in 10 chance of survival. It was agony. He pulled through. But it didn\u2019t stop him drinking.<\/p>\n

Like all children of alcoholics, I learned the sheer, choking agony of worry: is he OK? Is he safe? Is he on a floor? Is he eating? Am I doing enough? Am I a good son? Am I obeying the commandment to honour your mother and father? The guilt: why aren\u2019t I there to look after him?<\/p>\n

Yet I had it easy. Really easy. So many children of alcoholics have it worse. In fact, children of alcoholics are three times more likely than others to consider suicide<\/a> \u2013 and three times more likely to become alcoholics themselves. Alcohol harm already costs our country \u00a321bn a year<\/a>, yet we\u2019re doing almost nothing to stop this curse of alcoholism cascading down the generations.<\/p>\n

I have been slightly stunned over the past few days by the sheer number of people \u2013 from MPs, to journalists to members of the public \u2013 who\u2019ve got in touch to say \u201cme too\u201d. The scale of this problem is immense: one in five of our children is the child of a hazardous drinker. That\u2019s 2.6 million kids.<\/p>\n

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\u2018When Charles Kennedy died, I snapped. I admired Charles, and I just couldn\u2019t stand the way people talked about his fight with \u201cdemons\u201d. For heaven\u2019s sake, it wasn\u2019t demons. It was a disease.\u2019 Photograph: Murdo Macleod for the Guardian<\/p><\/div>\n

The hardest thing for me in recent days has been reading the stories people wanted to share, with tears running down my face. I tell you, I feel now that there is an epidemic of this agony in every corner of the country. And the pain can last a lifetime. One man \u2013 still unable to forgive his father \u2013 told me he was still grappling with the pain at the age of 70.<\/p>\n

When Charles Kennedy<\/a> died, I snapped. I admired Charles, and I just couldn\u2019t stand the way people talked about his fight with \u201cdemons\u201d. For heaven\u2019s sake, it wasn\u2019t demons. It was a disease. It made me feel that we\u2019ve got to normalise the conversation about alcoholism. But that means we\u2019ve got to organise the conversation. And that\u2019s why, with the help of the National Association for Children of Alcoholics<\/a>, and a host of alcohol charities, I\u2019ve started our campaign in parliament, because my dad was also the child of an alcoholic.<\/p>\n

My priorities are simple. We need everyone who works with children to know how to spot that they may be the child of an alcoholic, and know how to connect them to help \u2013 like the NACOA helpline (0800 358 3456)<\/a>. I\u2019ve spent more days than I care to remember in ICUs and GP surgeries. But what was amazing was that no one ever asked, \u201cis your dad an alcoholic?\u201d or indeed \u201care you the child of an alcoholic?\u201d.<\/p>\n

Second, we need public information campaigns aimed at parents who are hazardous drinkers, designed to explain the damage they doing to their kids. A lot of the anti-smoking ads have moved in this direction. No one wants their kid to become an alcoholic, or to consider suicide. Yet that\u2019s the risk you\u2019re running if you drink too much.<\/p>\n

Finally, I want the right investment in treatment in every part of Britain. Just one in 20 dependent drinkers are getting treatment. We need it to be 20 out of 20. I am really optimistic about the chance for change. In a moving response to my debate in the Commons this week, the minister Edward Timpson threw his civil service brief aside, with all the facts and figures, and spoke movingly about his own experience growing up in a family that often fostered children who had been saved. I think he is a man who will help make change happen.<\/p>\n

What every child of an alcoholic learns, the hard way, is that we can\u2019t change things for our parents. But we can change things for our children. And that\u2019s one simple way I want to honour the father I loved so much.<\/p>\n

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