by Vitriol » Tue Sep 06, 2016 12:40 am
I have been lurking on this forum for a couple of hours and I decided to join right after reading your post. I wanted to join and write about my own gambling addiction, but I think I can do it by answering your post, so that my story could also be helpful.
First of all, I strongly recommend you to seek professional help and perhaps to pay a visit to Gamblers Anonymous, this could help you managing the emotional turmoil you are experiencing right now.
I don't want to tell you a scary story in order to keep you away from gambling again (it never works), I just want you to consider what a bad life is expecting gamblers who don't take action as soon as they realize they have an addiction, so it is not about the money you lose, it is about the opportunities you could waste.
I identified with your story: I started gambling at 15 and only when I was about your age I relized I had an addiction, I started with poker, sport bets and horse races, then I focused myself almost solely on slots and online casinos.
I remember my late teen and early twenties as a #######5 time, while most of my friends-peers lived a quite carefree time. Most of my youth memories are about sleepless nights, vacations I missed, things I couldn't afford, shame for the lies and things I've done, regret for the relationships I have destroyed.
I started working at 19 while I attended the university.
I used to burn my paychecks within two hours, I asked my parents, friends, ex girlfrend and even my little sister for money, I stole money from my dad's bank account, stole from my grandma, sold things that didn't belong to me, stole jewels from my mom, burned about 6 credit cards, most of all I regret having sold piece by piece on ebay a big collection of coins that my grandpa gave me as a present being I the only male grandson (it took him about 70 years to collect it).
I knew that something wasn't going the right way but I didn't care, I used to justify my actions and my family saved my ass every time, moreover I truly believed it was just a matter of time before I hit a big win and work it all out.
One day I turned 400 Euros in 12k playing blackjack online, so I decided to go on vacation with my ex, we stayed for a couple of days in Florence (I am Italian), I spent those days in total restlessness, wondering how to turn 12k into 16k, the amount I needed to buy the car I wanted.
As I came back home I sat on the chair and started gambling, max. bet was 4k so I put a 4k bet being sure to win, not only I didn't win but I put another 4k bet and got two 7 against 10, so I decided to double split..and got two 17s..against 18.
It took me 20 seconds or less to loose 12.000 Euro, my six months salary.
I sat catatonic for a while then I had an anxiety attack and didn't sleep for two days, that day the usual justification “in the end it was just money I won" didn't work.
That day I could't justify myself because I realized how crazy I had been for years.
I was disgusted with myself as I realized after years and years of gambling how bad my situation was.
So I made a count for the first time in my life, I printed my bank and paypal history: 4 years and a half of salary except 2 or three times I spent it, plus money I borrowed, plus money I got from my relatives, plus money I stole, plus money from my coins collection (more than 80k), I ended up with a list and the bottom line sum was something between 350k and 500k.
It was 2008 and I was 24 and in the previous 8 years I had wasted the average person lifetime savings.
Months of depression and on-off gambling followed, and everytime I gambled I experienced severe depression, shame and guilt, until I managed to quit on dec. 2008 when I promised myself not to gamble anymore.
This is the only good time of my life I can tell, I re-started university, had lots of experiences and lots of girls, rented my own house and put myself back toghether.
But, in 2012, after 3 years and a half my sober time ended. I can't tell you exactly why it happened, maybe I believed I was recoverd and a social gambler, or maybe I couldn't cope with my mom having cancer or the bitch I loved that was cheating on me.
So I bought that gooddamn scratch and win, I lost and after a few days I was at the starting point.
Now, after 4 more years in the downward spiral and 33 y/o I cuss that day.
I quit my job and had to quit university too one step away from getting my deegree in philosophy as I couldn't pay taxes, if I felt ashamed for the things I did in the past now I can only prey God to forgive me as I cannot forgive myself anymore.
I drained my bank account and an account my dad made for me with money he had after his retirement; my house looks like an abandoned one and you can guess why, I sold my bike, two cars, paintings I inherited, even my tv, stereo, my xbox and computers.
I have been a zombie for the last 4 years, spending my days in front of a VLT and never hitting a big one, the most I won has been around 1k which I always put back in, most of the times without even cashing out. I haven't made a count but the actual amount of losses is in the range of one-two hundreds of thousand euro, I have gained weight and lost strenght and hope. I see myself and I see a worthless loser with belly fat, drinking beer and smoking in front of a VLT placing 10 euros bets at each hand cursing the whole room.
The only thing that keeps my humanity is my woman, which I met one year ago, maybe she is the only person I truly love.
I managed to hide my addiction to her, maybe just because we live 60km away and see each other only in weekends, but she has started asking questions..why do we dine in 200 euros restaurants one day and the other in a macdonalds, why I sold my car and haven't bought another yet, why do I have 3 pairs of shoes and never buy new clothes, why I refuse to make love (when I lose) and pretend I feel sick..
The idea of losing her scares the $#%^ out of me and yet I can't tell her about my addiction.
This is why I am here at 2:30 am..
I truly want to end this $#%^.
It is not about the money you lose, it is about the opportunities you miss, the #######5 mood conditioning your life, the time passing by while you are stuck. Money are supposed to buy things, but most of all to create opportunities, and a gambler has no opportuinities at all, plus he has to carry the burden of shame, despair and guilt.
I am 33 now and I can see some hair graying on my temples, I see my friends married, hard working with kids while I still play the tormented adolescent, I haven't built anything and I have no trust from my family, I could have bought a couple big houses with the money I have wasted, but I don't regret it.
I do regret all $#%^ I had to swallow, the shame, the loneliness, the guilt, the distrust, the people telling me how stupid I have been, the people I let down and most of all the wrong choices I was forced to make.
But I still want to fight and quit this addiction, even if it's hard, even if nothing will give me back the precious time I have wasted or will erase the pain I have been trough.
Now, you are 23 and you seem a well-spoken and aware bloke, you made a big mistake and you will remember it for a long time, but you can choose to make it a one time incident or the first of a long series.
Leave this thing behind you, seek help (GA, therapist, family, friends), never gamble 1 penny again, take time to get over this episode and live your life, you're just 23... a bit more than a kid.
Consider that you could not just lose money but you could lose what life has to offer you in terms of happiness and serenity. I don't believe in luck anymore so I don't wish you good luck, I want to believe in effort, awareness and sacrifice. Since every gambler I have known is a loser. I wish you a winning, aware life, gambling free.
Take care of yourself