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I am not sure whether or not I was born to be alcoholic, the jury is still out from my point of view on the genetic connection. There is very strong arguments for this to be the case and indeed both my parents were alcoholic. There is a common thread through the family tree of vague causes of death too, which could quite easily have been connected to booze. My Father died of cirrhosis at 57, my Mother of early onset dementia, and heart failure at 62, attributed to heavy drinking. But I ask is it genetic or is it learnt behaviour?

I am a twin. I first experience of tragedy caused indirectly by drinking, was the death of my twin brother Andrew, aged 22 months. My Mother and Father had been invited to a cocktail party, and for some reason decided to take us along. The venue was near an old Mill, with pond, Andrew fell in and drowned. I shall never know why we were anywhere near the water, but the event and the subsequent grief throughout my Mother’s and my life were searingly painful. To lose a child is possibly the worst experience any parent can have, but the circumstances of that death must be truly haunting. For me, I felt constantly that the wrong twin drowned, that it should have been me. I have an elder brother, but there was something that nagged me all my childhood about the fairness I suppose of me still being alive. On Andrew’s gravestone, it reads, ‘A borrowed treasure.’

No one could get over this, but my Mother really did become a different person, distant. My Father just drank and worked harder. Neither decided that it might be a good idea to cut down on the sauce. As I did in my drinking days, they drank on anything, good news, bad news, upset or celebration. There was another ‘accident’ this time with me. My Uncle’s dog bit my face badly, at a Sunday lunchtime drinks party. I had to have plastic surgery to correct the damage.

It was not the greatest of starts in life but I never questioned either of them about it. My Father died when I was 13, so perhaps an in depth conversation with him would have been inappropriate when I was so young, but my Mother was never approachable on the subject, ever. Not the death of my brother, nor my Father. Excuse the pun, our family just bottled everything up, hid feelings, kept secrets. I remember little of my toddler hood, only that I rarely spent any time with my Mother, just a Nanny, who I think was brought in because Mum just couldn’t cope.

The lack of communication and secrets and lies were to shape my teenage years, and the beginning of my drinking career, and later when I heard the words in an alcoholic haze from my husband to my son ‘Shhhhh, Mama is sleeping’ those long lost memories of my Mother prostrate came flooding back.

The scene was set for my teenage years, my inner loss and loneliness was to shape my personality on an epic scale.




I am Sarah Turner in my 50's married with two sons. I live in between two pretty villages, just outside of Harrogate in North Yorkshire. My vocation and passion has been to help Women and their families beat alcohol dependence and misuse for many years, and are not able to access appropriate care. Harrogate Sanctuary was born through my fight to find empathetic treatment when I desperately needed it, and failing abysmally. Although I am fully qualified on paper as an Addictions Counsellor and Congnitive Behavioural Therapist, I much prefer to use my own experience as a drunk up until my late thirties, to empathize and understand the problems that Women of today face with the effects and consequences of drinking too much. I adore my family, both human and animal, have three beloved chickens, . My garden never ceases to amaze, and now my boys are grown, I have rather taken to plants to vent my nurturing side. In addition to my own services to my clients, I campaign relentlessly to raise awareness of this hidden epidemic, that still remains such a taboo subject. In the 21st century, it's time for change. To this end I have also co-authored The Sober Revolution, Women calling Time on Wine O'clock, with my friend and ally Lucy Rocca, founder of

4 Responses to Tragic Beginnings

  1. Alana

    Wow! That all sounds terrible. Poor you! My parents are also both alcoholics and drank their way through an unhappy marriage and jobs they didn’t like. Rather than try to change what they didn’t like they drank.

    They are now divorced and although both still drink too much they are much improved. However if a slight problem arises or any excuse really such as cooking dinner or people coming round or stressful day and the drink is back out.

    I am the opposite, i enjoy a drink but i never turn to drink. I see drink as the enemy i think and only use it when i’m already in a good place. A bottle of wine with a good film is fine if i’m sharing but i’m a lightweight and know my limits which i stick to.

    I do not have an addictive personality and although i love my parents i am thankful that in this instance i am nothing like them.

    It makes me so sad to see them drink away their life.

    Thanks, Sarah for your blogs!

    • Just so pleased that were neither predisposed or programmed to go down the same road Alana, whilst being sad for you to have to see your parents struggling still. I will get on to research into what may be tangible proof on bad wiring for people like me later.

      Thank you very much for sharing. x

  2. CharlotteB CharlotteB

    Two studies on the heritability of alcoholism. The article below on synatric pruning during puberty may help to explain the onset of a whole range of brain disorders during this stage of development.

  3. Thank you for those links Charlotte, they are extremely helpful, most particularly the last one. I work with teenagers on prevention, this has come up many times.

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