The police officers were standing in the living room. They had pity on their faces – my worst nightmare. I wiped away tears as I described my mother’s patterns of drinking binges. Fear and shame enveloped me. I’d been on the verge of vomiting for hours – just as I had hundreds of times before … Continue reading Coping with shame as an ACOA
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