☠ Gambling addiction in casinos - how to stop playing?

Smoker:

Volodya, there have been so many of those... Ludomania is not just a disease. It's a second life. It's much easier to get rid of drug addiction than this nasty stuff. I've seen so many of those in my life. If you're a gambler, you're a gambler until your grave, and it doesn't matter how many times you quit, and for what periods. I've already come to terms with it, you just need to set some boundaries. Don't let the game ruin the life of your family, children, etc. But you'll still play. It's like AIDS. You can overcome it, but it's in your body forever.

Franky

Fuck, you don't get it. I just lost interest in acting! I'm into it, but not for long! It's time to say goodbye to the crap that was taking up my personal time, and I said goodbye. Do you really think that all people are the same? You haven't seen half of what I was shown in my personal cinema

TTR

There is a simple and proven way to get rid of any addiction. You need to hold out for at least 3 weeks (21-day rule). That is, exactly 3 weeks of not playing in a casino, poker, not betting, not drinking coffee, not sniffing coke, etc. If you hold out for the first 3 weeks, it will be very easy from now on. During this time, you can't play at all, even with candy wrappers!

Many people ask themselves: “Is gambling addictive?” Australian scientists say – no! Researchers at the University of Australia’s Clinic for the Treatment of Gambling Addiction in Sydney say that gambling does not necessarily lead to addiction, contrary to what many people believe. Dr. Fadi Anjul, who has been treating addiction for the past 15 years, says: “The idea of gambling addiction is widespread, but it is still not true.” Dr. Anjul notes that problem gambling is closely related to alcohol and drug addiction, but gamblers rarely experience symptoms such as tolerance and withdrawal. He also believes that problem gamblers are simply mistakenly classified as people obsessed with their bad habits, since their excessive passion is associated only with their usual lifestyle and lack of a wide range of interests, and not with biological processes that are beyond the individual’s control. This research has important implications for treatment. The inability to choose interests and monitor your routine is easily treated with so-called cognitive therapy, which helps people understand their gambling history, how they ended up in rehab and how to change their thinking. Sydney doctors have developed an innovative form of cognitive therapy that leads to great improvements and better results than traditional methods that are based on physical disorders. “It’s early days, but so far we’re seeing great treatment results and the lowest relapse rate anywhere,” the doctor says.

/DimanZhiv/ A gambling addict in the family. Women are less susceptible to gambling. As is clear from the previous article, this is the prerogative of men, women's lot is the kitchen, trinkets, clothes and gossip. We will talk about them (women). My husband is a gambling addict, help! - sometimes you can find this on the Internet. Usually women write something like this on all sorts of vumen.ru, where "smart" hens advise them to run away from such a person without looking back. And there is some truth in this, a large share of great truth. You can still tame an alcoholic, a parasite, a womanizer, what other misfortunes are there for a woman's lot? You can't lasso a gambler. Of course, there are sluggish gambling addicts in the remission stage, weak-willed crayfish and other recovered ones. Do not think that I am showing negativity towards gamblers, I myself understand perfectly well and have experienced all sides of this phenomenon. Ludik, ludomanische, etc. in my texts it is rather sad banter or sarcasm, self-irony in the end. Masking Our disease has some stages of development. At the first stages, everyone gradually accelerates. The husband is a player, he knows how to plan the gaming budget, spends his stash, does something on the side - in general, he disguises the game. The wife, of course, suspects something, but not that. Eh, it would be better if it was a mistress than a game. The player slowly accelerates like a snowball. Then, bam, the situation got out of control, he got into the family budget, got caught. - wife, forgive me, I quit, I can’t love. And she forgives, naive. And you tell him - “don’t play, bitch,” - yeah, okay. And that’s it, it seems like the husband quit, but no fucking way. Then repeat, repeat. Over time, the frequency of breakdowns and outright squandering of the entire salary will increase. Then the emotional bottom. Forgiven again. A smoke break, starts playing quietly again, picks up speed, but the chances of a breakdown from the slightest bullshit increase. A husband who is a gambling addict can perceive a scandal at home or boredom as a call to a new game. But what to wait for? He himself will provoke it. More often on purpose, less often on emotion, automatically. Have you quit smoking? Have you noticed how your nerves are playing up? I don’t even know what has to happen for a player to stop playing while at work, with his wife and home. And, I’m lying, when all this dissolves, and the wife runs away with the kids to hell, the player begins to repent and cry… crocodile tears .. Well, then they forgive you again: some quit, others endure for years, and still others, the most interesting thing is - and the women do not return to them. A difficult choice I'll say this, if a man has to choose between gambling or family or a woman, then a real man will try to maintain both positions, then he will lose everything, as they say, hunting two hares. A weakling will choose one side: the game or his wife. No, he screwed me over, the game will choose for him. Guys, I had a beloved woman, I was torn between her and the game. I was not given a choice, I played and lost, but I also fought for her. I don't remember how many times I promised to quit. Then I accumulated such a sum of debt that I began to regret that we were together. I provoked special scandals for you to run away - she was in shock and did not understand. Somehow I will scribble down this whole epic. There is no need to drag to the bottom with me. And you will not believe it, she dragged the gambling share. Then I brought in a lot of money in Redstar. He paid off his debts, lit cigars with cash, flew on planes every 2 days, and that bitch left. You can't understand them. A husband who is a gambling addict is not a family tragedy, it's a woman's fuck-up. Dear ladies, I don't really care, if you are not burdened with children, leave the gambling addict at the early stages of the relationship. It is useless to re-educate him, and you can't educate any adult who is far from gambling. If a gambling addict is able to quit, then only alone. You know, sitting at the bottom and learning the value of the past. You know, it's like health and money - you don't think about them while you have them.

/DimanZhiv/ Actually, I left three cars in the casino. I want to tell you about the penultimate one. Can a gambling addict save money? Tell me, can a player save money? I doubt it, and a non-gambler is rarely capable of this. I have never had more than 300k of my own funds on hand. At work, I had to deal with amounts up to 30 million rubles. Imagine, you have such money, no one controls or limits you and you are the last gambling addict. You can arrange such hell, which is what I did in the summer of 2016. Probably many have lost a car in gambling, perhaps it was bought before the gambling addiction, and what happens when a gambling person wants to buy a new one? White streak in the game Spring turned out to be successful, as they say, a white streak came and almost all land-based slot machine halls were given to me. I stably made two visits to different establishments a week and took out 30k on average. Let me remind you that it was about 6 years ago, when the dollar exchange rate was 30 rubles and my salary was 35k, I managed to spin on a regular basis at rates of 250-500 rubles and be in the black for 2 months. I paid off many debts, a mobile phone, a gold chain that I tinned, repeatedly pawning it. In general, I was on fire with a car. I had a hundred in my pocket, I understood that I would not buy decent wheels. I played small, then, after an argument at home, I went and blew it all in one night, maybe I was drunk. It was a complete fuck-up and a collapse. There was no point in doing anything. A month later, I got lucky at work, the boss gave everyone a bonus of 100k rubles. Sometimes it seems to me that the more casually you treat money, the more it sticks to you. Later, I also got 70-200k from the boss just like that, the main thing is to be at hand in a good mood. Trying to make money by playing A work friend offered me a year-old Daewoo Nexia 1.6L with a mileage of 20 thousand. The car is fire, to be honest, 109 hp under the hood, even more after the firmware, in terms of control and quality better than the junk of our auto industry. One minus - the cherry color. They even gave an installment plan. Who is an installment plan and why the hell wait when you can raise the missing amount in the casino? Vulcan, morning, in tilt I ride 2.5 - 5k per spin and fuck everything. Here the factor also played a role that I had previously fucked up my 100 and wanted to win back. You can't imagine my state: no money, no car, what to say at work, what to the seller? Minus 200k, after work I take an advance of 7k and fuck in the hall, not far from work, I don't give a damn about these candy wrappers. Just for fun I catch 5 sevens in slizzing hot, then again and again, I call a friend, evening, 130k in my pocket, we drink, hand out tips and are getting ready to leave. Decided to throw the last 500 rubles at luck. At a rate of 54 rubles gives a bonus in camels, repeat, puts a line of all men + multiplication by 2 from the bonus, total another 90k on top, total balance 230k. Taxi, we go to the Moscow region, hotel, money under the pillow and deep sleep. In the morning, another game, earned 20k, which was used to buy a chain. A car for a gambling addict So I bought a car. Night, no money, the metro is closed, all the money is fucked up, and it's more than 100 km to home. It's fucking awesome to sleep in a car, especially in winter. A gambling addict's sleep is very deep, especially after the second day of the game. You start the engine, turn the heater on full blast and pass out, and in the morning, when you wake up, you're fucking shocked by the heat and the gas gauge is at zero. The first time I drove a taxi, I made 5k in half a day. The next time it was pennies, then zero at all, which is how I ended my career as a cabbie. The first accident - a pizza delivery guy flew into my back at a traffic light... weird, I didn't order a pizza. The Matiz's face was smashed, the Nexia's ass was almost normal, the insurance was -3k. A mockery. The second accident on Rublevka - a chick in her Audi Q5 hit me in the side at speed. Stupid cunt. The 30k insurance was successfully paid. Imagine how shitty it is to drive with a dented side and scare drivers. It's like walking around with pissed pants. The traffic cops arrive very quickly on Rublevka, they also issue the same paperwork, it's a federal road after all. For a small fee, the bastard added the old early screw-ups to the damage list. The third accident on Leningradskaya: a jeep tore off the bumper, they gave me 5k and we went our separate ways, 5 minutes later I heard screams and saw the boss's wife. I stopped and asked if I was spying on her here? I said it was an accident, she didn't believe me, but gave me 10k and we went our separate ways. Just lol) And I went to Moscow for a credit card, got it, but it wouldn't be activated for a few days. I swear and drive to Shatura; it's night, my mood is fucked up, the headlights are dirty, and I'm tired of wiping them. At a speed of 160 I fly into a sharp turn, the mechanic steers me out, but unfortunately the Nexia is not a racing car, I skid into a ditch, crushing all the sides and the bottom along the way. There is zero damage... only a huge forest bumblebee was crawling on my neck. The guys pulled it out, breaking only one cable. Started up. In this state, I drove up to the arcade where I blew my last 10k. Lost car I received a credit card, which I subsequently ran down to minus 500k. As an honorary member of Guns.ru, the guys from the club did a cheap repair for 100k. At the same time, I met Alka. This is a girl, a young and lustful student of 20 years old. True, she had even worse problems with me than the poor Nexia. I drove to her in Samara for a whole year by car, the rest of the time on trains and buses. Many times I returned to Moscow on an empty tank, on steam, without money. I had a great time in Samara. Then the car was sold for 70 or 90k, and the money was quickly fucked up. What scared me most was becoming a pedestrian. A real phobia. It's scary, like your legs are being cut off. The net loss from buying the car, including tuning, music was more than 300k, mileage almost 50k. What kind of driving is this, when there was always enough for gas, for repairs... Most of the time I drove like a bum in a battered car, and I myself was no better. The essence of the story is simple: a car for a gambling addict is not a means of transportation, anything - a house on wheels, a financial asset that can be palmed off, etc.; the ability to move quickly is secondary, even in fifth place. I pawned a car once, borrowed money from bandits on the security of the PTS, 30k flew away that same night. A week later, miraculously brought in 50 thousand, paid off. There were many stories with Nexia, everything did not fit. It is impossible to embrace the immensity.