A WELCOME TO PARENTS AND CARERS

If you are a parent or carer in recovery, or trying to get
clean, we welcome you. The following information has
been put together by parents in recovery, many of whom
have struggled to get to meetings and who have not
always felt welcome when they have attended with their
children. If this has been your experience we assure
you that the love and support is there and you are not
alone. As the NA fellowship continues to grow (and
grow up) many more parents are coming to meetings.
As our awareness of the recovering addict’s changing
needs is growing, the number of crèches and childfriendly
meetings is growing with it.
Addiction is a family illness. Many of us have parents
who were affected by addiction and through our own
disease our children have also suffered. We often
struggle with feelings of remorse, guilt and shame
and we have difficulty in coping with the responsibility
of being a parent. It is often hard to let go of old
relationships; some of our partners are still using and
we struggle to maintain a balance between needing help
with our kids and protecting ourselves and our children
in recovery.
As a parent or carer we do have particular needs that
other recovering addicts don’t have. This can often
make us feel different and separate from our fellow
addicts. We need to be extra vigilant and look out for
the similarities and not the differences. We need to
work hard to avoid isolation, acknowledge our special
needs and seek out others who understand our
problems. Many of us struggle to put our recovery first,
whilst meeting the needs of our family. Sometimes the
best decision we can make is to stay home and put
our children to bed. However, our disease is cunning,
baffling and powerful and any justifiable excuse to
not do what we need to do for our recovery can be
dangerous.
Here are some of our stories, which we hope will give
strength and hope to those of you who are new or
struggling.
If you are a parent or carer in recovery - Welcome.
Recovery is progressive too and just as our disease has
affected ourselves and our families we assure you that
our recovery does too. It gets better.
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Here are some stories from Recovering Addicts with children:

THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON?
‘90 in 90 was impossible for me. People said ‘put yourself
first’, but like all mothers I had to put my children first a lot of
the time. The evening meetings were too late. I couldn’t afford
babysitters and anyway was very reluctant to leave my young
children with anyone because they had been ill-treated by
someone minding them while I was using.
I took them to some ‘child welcome’ meetings and feel
decidedly unwelcome. I was terrified and self-conscious in the
early days and when my kids made noise and people turned
heads I wanted to run. It was impossible to share in those
meetings.
The second meeting I ever went to was the Friday night
women’s meeting with a crèche. There was a lot of support
there. The meeting started earlier and my kids began to form
bonds with the children of other recovering addicts. I really
needed a meeting at the weekend and there was not one
crèche meeting in my area on the weekend. The weekends
were tough.’

HAVING IT ALL
It’s really difficult to sum up what being a parent in recovery
means to me. At times it’s the most fantastic and amazing
thing that has given me a new respect for my recovery and a
new perspective on life and at other times I feel like screaming
with fear and frustration.
I came into recovery with nothing and came to live down
south after I did treatment here and found NA. I found it really
difficult to learn who I was, the things I liked to do and what
direction I wanted my life to go in. Through the continuous
and unconditional love of friends I met in the rooms I managed
to find a sponsor who has guided me through the steps and
helped me to take personal responsibility.
I had my daughter when I was just over three years clean. I
had massive expectations that the whole pregnancy would be
fantastic and I would be “blooming” the whole time. Nothing
could have been further from the truth and I found myself
isolated and depressed. I don’t know what kept me going at
times although I’m sure my higher power does. After I had
my little girl thing started to change again. I felt some of the
positivity come back into my life and realised that I was a strong
person and that I really could be a good parent. The fear that
had crippled me throughout my pregnancy lifted and things
were all right again.
At times I find it hard. I don’t get too many meetings like I used
to but all this means is that I put more effort into other areas
like step work and service. My saving grace has been the
support of other parents who understand what it feels like to
be raising a child when you feel like one yourself. My daughter
is a true miracle and I still can’t believe how wonderful she is.
I appreciate that I have been given a second chance at life.
Recovery is the greatest gift and I will never throw that away.
As much as I love my daughter I know my recovery has to
come first and sometimes I feel guilty about that but I’ve learnt
if I’m not there for myself I can’t be there for anyone else. It
really is possible to have it all. I love my life, my little girl and
her soon-to-be little brother.

NO MORE ‘YETS’
Having been brought up in a drug-filled, abusive household,
I thought I knew how NOT to be a parent. Nine years into
my using discovered I was pregnant when I miscarried my
son’s twin. Having had a stillborn two years previously (a
consequence of using which will always stay with me) pure fear
stopped me from using heroin and trusting my pregnancy. I
wasn’t clean and was still very active in the lifestyle.
By the grace of God my son was born healthy, but after a
token three weeks’ breastfeeding, I was using again, my only
concession being that I smoked my gear and wasn’t putting
needles in my arms. His Dad and I stayed together a further
10 years, our habits grew, we didn’t, our relationship in the
last couple of years getting more chaotic, violent and sick. My
son was always there, deprived of his childhood, caretaking
his Mum around the company I chose, wondering when I was
going to get hurt again or if I was going to go out and just not
come back. But I was a ‘good Mum’ – I never beat him, just
battered his feelings. Finally in December ’02 the authorities
stepped in. I’d left him with his Dad and two using addicts and
got myself arrested again. In court the next morning I asked for
help. By the afternoon my son was dragged screaming from
school by two officials. All I could do was watch, restrained,
from the headmistress’ window. In my rock bottom I found
hidden depths. There were no ‘yets’ left when six months later
I got into a 12-step treatment centre in Bournemouth. Halfway
through treatment adoption proceedings begun we were
on social worker number 9, part of a cycle of assessments,
transfers, then more assessments. I was unsupported,
desperate, and disillusioned. Still very new and just couldn’t
understand, surely I’d done what they’d asked? However,
social worker number 357 (who came with interpreter) backed
me up and suggested an adjournment. When six months
clean I had just about enough inside to communicate honestly,
acknowledge that my son needed to be in a safe place and that
though I loved him dearly, I wasn’t quite ready to be a Mum
yet. They believed me and replaced the adoption proceedings
with a parallel order and contact then started. It wasn’t easy
having supervised contact for three hours a week in shopping
precincts, a third party present, plus the child of an addict
reared on mistrust of authority. Bonding and openness just
wasn’t happening. Finally on our first unsupervised contact,
while cuddling on the sofa my son started to laugh and talk
like a ten year old child for the first time. This is a moment that
will live in my heart forever. We now spend every weekend
together and he’s moving to Bournemouth with me soon.
Our bond is growing. There are no more conditions on our
unconditional love today and I have faith that everything will
be alright. My son is recovering too – a victim of my addiction
all his life and he is still very needy. I feel that taking him to
a meeting may be too much too soon and there is not always
an atmosphere of recovery. So far some good people have
helped me out with babysitting. There’s a wonderful meeting
on a Sunday, attended by parents and children. However,
as it’s technically not ‘Child Friendly’, we have to put them in
our pockets or sit on them every time a non-addict walks by!
Thankfully the Parents & Carers Committee has offered advice
and support and we’re now looking to turn this meeting into the
first meeting with a crèche in Bournemouth with hopefully more
to follow. My son even wants to help with the smaller children.
It’s all good. Thank you.

A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS
Being the mother of a small child, born into an addictive
household I have found having access to NA meetings with a
crèche facility a rare but vital part of my recovery.
It has certainly been a challenge to come up with solutions to
babysitting problems due to needing to get to a meeting. I was
lucky to have a friend from the rooms, who lived nearby and
was able to help with this – but, old behaviour being rife, I also
relied at times on my still using (ex) partner to baby-sit whilst I
went to meetings. This proved hard work as boundary issues
were exploding into arguments and my daughter acted out
her parents’ conflict more and more alarmingly. Once a week,
however, I attended my home group – a women’s meeting with
a crèche and the support and identification I have received
from this meeting has been immeasurable. At about this time,
thankfully, a second meeting with a crèche began – now I had
two definite places to go where I could share openly and honestly
without censoring for my daughter’s sake, and without worrying
about the arguments that might erupt when I got home.
I really don’t think I could have made it this far in my recovery
– 18 months clean – without these meetings. Now, on
schooldays, I can supplement them with lunch time NA, but the
basis of my support always, for me, lies in meetings with other
carers in recovery where the level of identification is healing in
itself.
My (ex) partner and I are more able to share childcare
responsibilities now. He feels, I believe, less used as a
convenient babysitter and I feel happier with the safety of
my own, drug-free home. I have stopped enabling him by
providing a refuge from reality and now, thank God, he is on his
own detox programme. My daughter enjoys a safe and happy
home life and my recovery is coming on leaps and bounds
since putting these boundaries in place.
Many many thanks to all those who have helped me with
childcare issues: I couldn’t have stayed clean without you.

GETTING MY LIFE BACK
My daughter was an angel sent to save me from myself…. This
is the thought I hold onto when things are hard! I was in the
middle of a horrific rock bottom when I fell pregnant. My using
was completely at an end and I couldn’t see a way out. I was
very suicidal. Subsequently my daughter was born a heroin
addict and I spent two months in hospital with her watching her
withdraw while I did the same thing. That was my first lesson
in powerlessness. I found NA when she was six months old.
It was hard work and extremely scary. Not only did I have to
cope with all of the issues surrounding addiction, I was also a
first time single mother and it was tough. It took a long time
for me to understand what NA was about. It was hard as it
was all about 90 meetings in 90 days and that was completely
impossible for me. Luckily the area I was in there was one
crèche meeting a week and this was my lifeline. I kept on going
and slowly started making connections with people and slowly
started getting my life back. I started taking my daughter to
meetings without childcare, just took some toys and tried really
hard not to stress about the noise. Generally people were great
about this. Being a parent in recovery has its pros and cons,
like anything really. On the one hand it was great as I had a
reason to get up and get going. I didn’t have a lot of time to be
too introspective or to give myself a hard time, and watching my
daughter grow was a hugely satisfying experience and I gave
myself less of a hard time about the start she had had inside
of me. In the last 2.5 years my life really has changed beyond
my wildest dreams. My daughter is a beautiful, healthy, happy
and well-adjusted kid, our lives are so full now and I feel that
anything is possible. I took a chance and reached out for help,
and we have both reaped the rewards. It is not all plain sailing
but then, nothing is, is it?

A RECOVERING DAD’S EXPERIENCE
In Treatment
Meeting my two young daughters after a week in treatment
was stressful for all of us. I felt guilty, shameful and regretful,
and wanted to make amends to them as soon as possible.
After the first visit they didn’t want to visit me in the treatment
centre again. I was very sad and hated myself when I was told
this by my wife, but I was better able to focus on my recovery
in their absence. Through writing my Step One I found that I
had minimised the damage I’d done to them. I thought that my
addiction had been kept a secret from them and they had been
cushioned from the consequences of my using. In reality they
had been neglected, abused and manipulated during my active
addiction, leaving them fearful, angry, insecure and emotionally
scarred.
Living apart.
When I left treatment for the first time I returned to living with
my children and my wife. This was a mistake for me. In trying
to be a good parent I didn’t devote enough time to my recovery.
I drifted from the fellowship and soon I relapsed and split up
with my wife. After a second bout of treatment I lived apart
from my children and was granted only supervised access for
several months. I was bitter and resentful about this at first,
but came to accept it as necessary as neither my ex-wife nor
the girls trusted me, and with good reason. I found time spent
with them overwhelming and easily became anxious. I felt
inadequate, like I should be able to cope, and I experienced a
lot of sadness and self-loathing. It was suggested to me to see
them once a week for a set time, as much as I could manage
and still keep it ‘quality time’, which I did. They both missed me
and were upset at not seeing their Dad often enough. Once a
routine was in place and I had shown myself to be reliable, they
became much more settled.
Things Improve
My children were initially resistant to me attending daily
meetings. I had to reassure them that they had done nothing
wrong, that I loved them and always would and that I had an
illness which needed time and effort on my part in order to
recover. I found that being honest with them about my feelings
was beneficial, both for them and for me. Slowly, sometimes
frustratingly so, my relationship with them is improving. I am
coping better and beginning to enjoy my time in their company.
Trust is being rebuilt, they no longer seem angry with me and
they have a degree of understanding about my illness. I now
have hope for the future, I’m gradually taking on more parental
responsibility and my relationship with my kids is steadily
improving.

A SECOND CHANCE
When I first came into recovery I used to get sad and feel
jealousy when I saw other people with their children, because
it made me feel loss for the twins I aborted when I was sixteen
and it brought up feelings of guilt, shame, remorse and regret
that I’d always used on. I didn’t feel I deserved children
and was told that I probably couldn’t have them because
of complications from the termination. I remember sitting in
meetings crying for my babies back and sticking needles in my
arms and still crying after I’d had the hit, for my babies, my sick,
dirty, abused body and for the girl I used to be before I started
using. A couple of years ago I came to a place when I started
to feel content and began accepting that I wouldn’t be able to
have children. Shortly after that I found out I was pregnant and
I wasn’t suprised when I was told I was having twins. I was so
delighted to be a mother and have felt so blessed and cared
for by God. Sometimes I find it hard, their Dad’s not around
and that makes me sad and it’s hard being on my own with two
young babies. I work and try to get to a meeting or two a week,
I work the steps as best I can, stay in touch with my sponsor
and now sponsor someone else. Usually I feel gratitude for my
life but sometimes that slips away and it can all seem so hard
and overwhelming and I think ‘who is this person doing all these
things – that’s not me’ but it is me now. When I feel bad I reach
out for help, some friends looked after the boys so I could write
my step 4 a while ago, then another friend babysat so I could
share it with my sponsor. I’ll ask my Mum to babysit so I can get
to a meeting if I’m in a bad space and if she can’t I’ll take my
children to a meeting, whether other people like it or not my life
depends on it. I’ve found most people supportive at meetings
when I have brought my children, I think it’s just my low-selfesteem
kicking in that says that it’s more important for everyone
else to get something out of the meeting and I shouldn’t spoil it
for them – but I do need to remind myself that I have earned my
seat in any NA meeting I choose to go to.

EXPECT A MIRACLE
Not being a parent myself (I became a step-parent when I was
a few years clean) I had never considered the need for childcare
at meetings. Five years ago I moved and found my local
NA group was a women’s meeting across the road from my
new home and I took on a commitment there. At the time I was
struggling to get pregnant myself and, after several medical
interventions, was beginning to lose hope that it would ever
happen for me. The meeting had a crèche facility – the first I
had ever come across - and I was deeply moved by the support
the women at this meeting gave each other. I realised how
much I had taken for granted being able to get to a meeting
whenever I wanted or needed to. I realised that I had been
given so much by NA and that by being of service to parents
who were struggling I could find a welcome distraction from my
own longing for a child. I started sponsoring a couple of women
who were single parents, and realising that suggesting ‘get to
a meeting’ was not always as straight forward as it sounds and
that there were very real difficulties for parents in this position.
I found myself babysitting for a couple of newcomers so that
they could get to meetings. When a newcomer shared that she
hadn’t wanted to go to the meeting, but her children insisted
on coming because they had enjoyed the crèche so much the
week before, I knew for certain that the crèche facility was
helping the meeting to truly fulfil its primary purpose.
A few of us started a new meeting at 10am in the morning - the
idea being that parents could drop their kids off at nursery or
school and then get to a meeting. At the first meeting there
were two babies and two toddlers. We decided to start a crèche
there too, which would be available to both men and women.
With the support of the NW ASC who provided us with enough
funds to pay a baby-sitter for 3 months the meeting is now fully
self-supporting and the crèche and the meeting are thriving.
When I was asked to join the newly formed Parents and Carers
Committee I was really happy to get involved. Now, as I come
to the end of my time as chairperson of the regional committee
I find myself 6 months pregnant and fully aware of something
that many doctors, social workers & probation officers don’t see
until they’ve had some involvement with NA - Miracles Happen!
I have had the privilege in my recovery to see the NA
fellowship grow from a few meetings a week to over a 100 in
the London area and I look forward to seeing it grow further
with meetings with child support available every day of the
week.’

A FATHER’S STORY
My name is Peter, and I’m an addict. From an early age I
was always led to believe that if I was less than perfect, I was
absolutely useless. The result was that I was always frightened
to try because I knew I’d always fail. I always had a feeling that
my mother was a single parent because I was a burden and a
problem, a difficult child to bring up. I didn’t know at the time
that my mum, like me in later life, had not got the parenting
skills close at hand, therefore her parenting of me and my
younger brother was one of frustration, anger, resentment,
fear, and doing the best she could with the tools at hand. I
subsequently ended up in the hands of those who thought they
knew best and ended up in care.
At the age of eighteen, I met someone who was just like me,
and we had our first child at the age of nineteen. With the
parenting skills we’d inherited we set off, and within six weeks
of the first birth, we were expecting another child, as no-one
told us any different, and we knew no different. At the birth
of the next child, my addiction to drugs had escalated to the
point where it was obvious to everyone except me that I was
out of control and that I didn’t know how to parent one child,
let alone two. My frustration came out via violence and huge
binges, where upon I found myself in court being told that the
state thought it was best that I was not part of the children’s
environment any longer. Since that day I have never seen the
children and I went forward into life believing what was said in
the court- that I was incapable and would be institutionalised
most of my life.
It was only when I became so fed up and begged for help that
I found myself at the doors of the twelve-step programme. I
went to meetings for a long time still using, letting go of one
drug, and using another, always with the thought in my head
that I could not do this because I was worthless, useless, and
incapable. They all seemed so perfect. So I asked on of those
perfect people to sponsor me. His first suggestion was that
I clean up. My sponsor (who was married, by the way) also
told me it may be a good idea to stay away from the opposite
sex for a while. Oh boy!! Later on, when listening to my step
five, it became apparent how right he was. I hadn’t got a clue
about how to have a relationship, and how painful I found the
break-up between me and my eldest children even though for
years I made so many excuses for the reasons why we were
not together. The simple reason was that I did not know how
to have a relationship with another human being. A few years
passed by living alone, trying to learn how to have relationships
when one faced me. One day I was in the woods, and she
said that she was eighteen weeks pregnant. I really didn’t
know what to do. One huge thing I had noticed was that the
nagging voice of my mother in my head had gone and I was
no longer frightened to be who I was. So, when my daughter
was born I was there clean and happy to hold her in my arms
with no fear of who might take her away, or that I could not
do it. At this point, my mother appeared in my life to see her
new granddaughter, and I was able to see the power of what
an amends can do. None of this prepared me for what was
about to happen. My daughter’s mum started to have her own
problems, and I was soon left on my own with my daughter,
with her mum’s blessings. This period was so painful, I took
my daughter to meetings and struggled with the ooh’s and
aah’s, as sympathy was not what I wanted- guidance was
the one. I sought it in the most peculiar places. I remember
the social services saying that they have no need to help me
as I was doing very well on my own, my daughter’s mother
compounding this statement, so too did my own mother the day
she told me I was doing very well bringing up my daughter.
After a time of going to meetings and taking my daughter, I
had a massive shock to hear the words of another person’s
business come flying out of my daughter’s mouth. I knew then
that I would have to approach going to meetings in a different
light. So, we got ourselves a crèche worker with the blessings
of our area, and they also funded it, and later, following the
example of another area, we formed a Support for Parents and
Carers Committee.
As for my personal life, when my daughter was four, I was
at college, and I met a woman. I was at last learning how to
honour the other person, and not just base my life on my selfish
needs. One Christmas, my daughter decided, of her own free
will, to call my girlfriend “mummy”. This turned out to be a
greater word, as today we are married and also have a little
boy. I can remember the day with great glee when my daughter
said “can I take you to school daddy” as I was at college at the
time- this represents equality to me.. This last week, I spent
with my daughter driving around Europe. She was talking about
maths and life in general, listening to the news, and based on
that, she decided to discuss her relationship with her higher
power who she calls god, and at just over seven years old, she
was able to freely, and with great spirit, talk to me and ask me
how I saw God.
Today I can look at those early days of the fear of entering a
spiritual programme called Narcotics Anonymous with a head
bent and twisted and see that the natural law of life has put
me in the best place I could ever be. Today I see relationships
as a must, and, as with all things, I try to do it with great gusto
(spirit). Perfectionism has no place in my life today. I’m sat here
at this moment with a T-shirt on saying “daddy”. When people
ask me what I think about parenting, my first reflection is of my
oldest children’s mum who, like me, suffered with addiction. My
greatest amends to them and all single parents is that we afford
to have at least one crèche meeting in each area, as I’ve been
given peace and unity from the benefits of one myself.

IN AT THE DEEP END
I got pregnant when I was 90 days clean and had my son
when I was just over one year. It was a shock to suddenly find
I couldn’t get to meetings every day. At first I took him with me,
but as he got older and louder I felt less and less comfortable
bringing my son to meetings. I felt isolated a lot of the time.
Finding out that there were two meetings with crèches,
although they are both quite a long way from my house, really
helped me. Although I can sometimes afford a babysitter,
knowing that I can get to two meetings every week has been
invaluable.

JOYS OF RECOVERY
I came out of jail after doing seven months in April 2001. Within
a month I had my heroin habit back. My partner of four years
was pregnant a couple of months later, so if nothing else
getting ‘clean’ in jail had given me my seeds back! My partner
kept her habit going while I was in prison and was told it was
probably best that she stabilised on the methadone until my
daughter was born and deal with it then.
A placement in treatment was sorted out for all three of us after
giving birth. We went in treatment when my daughter was five
months old. I found that I was pretty ready for recovery unlike
my daughter’s mum who left after a couple of months for a use
up. I don’t know how she could have. I stayed, having found
the joys of recovery, being in a brand new town, with a brand
new baby and a brand new life for myself as a parent.
I’ve found a great deal of support through the fellowship of
NA and the crèche meeting is a God send, I’ve been out of
treatment for a year and through the positivity bred in me from
the Fellowship, friends who aren’t in NA and of course my
higher power, who loves me very much, my daughter and I
have started to build a beautifully adjusted life.

STRENGTH IN FELLOWSHIP
My first son was born when I was using. This really brought
me to my rock bottom and I got clean three months later. He
was disabled from birth and when my second son was born,
it got increasingly hard to get to meetings, as my wife could
not cope with both children on her own. I found it really hard to
attend the amount of meetings that I needed to and to put time
in to working my steps. It is a real challenge to put yourself and
your recovery first when you have children. It is really easy for
people without children to say ‘go to more meetings’ when you
are having a hard time and there is an assumption made that
if you don’t go to enough meetings you are not putting your
recovery first.
Knowing that there are other parents in recovery has really
helped me. Being a parent and my close personal relationships
are the things I struggle with the most. I started to attend the
Monday morning meeting in Maida Vale, which has a crèche
facility, and it has been great to be amongst other parents and
to be able to share whatever is going on with me. It is the first
time I’ve truly felt part of NA. I am really pleased to be able to
be a part of the Support for Parents and Carers Committee and
for the first time to have a realistic service opportunity.

ROOM FOR A LITTLE ONE?
No amount of drugs could take away the fact that I was
endangering my child by my using when I was pregnant, but I
was in the grip of my using and I had no choice. Every time I
had a hit I knew that my baby was having one too. I tried so
hard to not use. I learnt to not have feelings for my child, and
I left him in the care of my parents most of the time. I used
more and more drugs to bury my feelings for my son and my
guilt about not being there for him. My son was five when I got
clean and I had no relationship with him at all and no physical
contact. Things didn’t change much when I got clean because
I still wasn’t there because I was always at meetings. The one
important thing that did change was that I stopped being violent
and abusive to him as soon as I got clean.. I have learned in
recovery how to love my son and how to hold him. My first
sponsor was a parent and she told me ‘fake it to make it’. She
took an interest in him too and it helped so much. I had my first
real spiritual awakening one night when I was 3 years clean. I
was going out to a meeting and my son said ‘do you have to go
to a meeting tonight?’ and for the first time I chose to put him
first and stay with him.
I was lucky that I had family support when I was getting clean,
so I did not need to take my son to meetings most of the time,
but I don’t know what I would have done without it. I sponsor
women with children, who don’t have the support I had and
it is very difficult for them to get to meetings. We all know
how it feels to walk into a meeting when you are new, and to
feel disapproval from people because you have a child with
you makes it even harder. It makes me very sad when I see
parents with children in meetings being tutted at. So many
of us were unheard or dismissed ourselves as children and
yet that is what a lot of us do to the children of this fellowship.
They are the next generation and they are our hope and we
need to show them and their parents’ love and support.


THE PARENTS AND CARERS COMMITTEE

Our Aims:
1. To support every meeting in its primary
purpose to carry the message to the addict,
including parents and carers, who without
help cannot attend meetings regularly.
2. To raise funds to provide support and
information to meetings wishing to provide
crèche facilities (for example crèche worker
contacts, insurance queries etc).
3. To raise fellowship-wide awareness for the
particular needs of parents in recovery.
4. To provide support wherever possible to
parents with or without their children.
5. To ensure that the NA Website & The Helpline
have up to date lists of all meetings that
welcome children or provide crèche facilities,
and to provide a contact person for any
parent in need of help or advice.

Contact the Parents and Carers Committee:

P&C
c/o UKSO
202 City Road
London
EC1V 2PH

email:
parentsandcarers.chair@ukna.org

or for more information about
Narcotics Anonymous in the UK:
www.ukna.org
or call the NA National Helpline:
020 7730 0009