Jo Huey

My father was an alcoholic until his death in 1996, that meant I was a child of an alcoholic! I remember the day very well. It was two months before my 21st birthday. I was working locally and I remember two policeman turning up to the office. My stomach sank, deep down I knew it had to be to do with dad, he'd passed away. His death was a double-edged sword, I loved my father as he was the only one I had. I hated him at the same time and his death quite honestly was a relief. That said, I miss him hugely. My Dad's death was the very beginning of my self-development journey, I went to therapy, read self-help books and the connection I sought for so long came in the way of an Al-Anon group. It was the best thing I did at that time and my self-development journey continues to this very day and always will. I now raise awareness about alcohol misuse and how it impacts the drinker and family. Educating professionals about how to best support them, as well as changing perceptions and judgm