Car Crashes with My Drunk Parents

My brother and I have connected a lot lately and reflected on some of the crazy things we went through growing up. Looking back we are now able to laugh about it, even though much of it wasn’t all that funny. Actually, it was pretty devastating to people who are looking in from the outside, but it’s all we knew — so why dwell on the negative? We’re both alive and well, we survived it all and now have a much better understanding of addiction because of it. Our choice is to make light of it and be grateful for our grown awareness, better understanding and….survival.

One of the things that we’ve been reminiscing about was all the car accidents we were in. So yeah, heavy topic — but fuck it was funny, laughing about the shit our parents did to get away with avoiding DUI’s and just the sheer level of stupidity they had to bring their children in the car when they were blackout drunk.

I actually developed a severe phobia of airbags because of it — I thought that I would be smothered by one and die. I wasn’t afraid of car accidents, because we had been in so many and I recognized the feeling of them, it was more the airbags I was scared of, deploying and then remaining fully deployed and suffocating me. My parents never took the time to explain how irrational that thought was, they just simply bought an older Jeep that didn’t have any airbags. From a young age, I was extremely convincing when I wanted to get my way. Essentially, I would lose my shit — to a whole other level. Looking back though, it was more likely because they…