I didn’t know how to communicate with him, and so the easiest thing to do was to not communicate with him. It was a way to protect myself emotionally from having a parent that was really entrenched in alcoholism and drug use. I was already struggling with my own shit, and piling on other people’s shit was just really hard.

I just somehow want to convince people that there’s more than one kind of person living in an SRO, and there’s more than one kind of person dealing with addiction.

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