I read your post and was touched by your story. It sickens me the way adults get away with abusing kids. My situation is somewhat similar. My parents were both alcoholics. They were the greatest parents in the world, but when the third of the month rolled around, my parents would collect their Social Secirity checks (my father was old and completely blind) and become screaming, raging drunks.
My father sexually abused me not physically but verbally. Some of the things he would say to me when he was drunk made me feel just as icky and dirty as if he had touched me. Probably the only reason he did not physically assault me was because he was old (he was 56 when I was born) and blind and I could manage to stay away from him. My mother was very sweet and loving when sober, but very mean and venomous when drunk. I was the youngest child and the only girl. I was the one who received the brunt of my mother's drunken anger. And she knew what a pervert my father was when he was drunk and did nothing about it.
One of my older half-brothers (my father's step son) was physically abused by my father and left home when he was 14. Years later when I became a teen, my half-brother threatened my father he would kill him if he ever touched me. It's funny that out of all this misery, I have kept a close relationship with my brothers. My parents have been deceased for quite some time now.
Anyway, some good has come out of all this. Knowing the psychological abuse alcohol causes, I have raised my two children in an environment free from all the tension, stress, and dysfunction I experienced as a child. They are now grown and well adjusted. I have been a single parent most of the time---by choice! I tried live-in relationships with boyfriends but was miserable. And forget ever being married. I do not want some man controlling my life. My sons and I have been quite content with just the three of us. Anyway, that's my story...