I began stealing when I was a very young child. I was probably 4 or 5. My mother had and still has a stealing problem. She taught me how to steal things for her so that she would not go to jail. I mainly stole clothes up until I was a teenager, and then I would steal makeup for myself, etc.
Over the years I have stolen countless items. I can't even begin to take a guess at it. I did not see it as wrong. I am not saying it's my mother's fault that I continued to steal into adulthood, but she conditioned and trained me to steal and I just didn't see it the way others did. I had the mentality that corporations didn't notice and they steal from US, etc.
My addiction to stealing got very bad about three years ago. After I had my first son, when he was about a year old, I started stealing very frequently. I would steal five or six times per week. Makeup, clothes, FOOD (yes, food...frozen dinners, whatever I could stuff in the diaper bag...at one point we were eating nothing but stolen food!)
Well, one day two years ago I was stealing some makeup and was too careless. I believe now that it was an act of God...thankfully my child was not with me, which most of the time he was. Yes, I used the guise of being a mother as a distraction. He was not with me and I was dressed like a bum with a hoodie on and no makeup and pajama pants. DUMB, RIGHT??? I was always so careful every time, but that day I was very careless. I sensed something was wrong and that someone was following me. I was right. I was stopped and the police were called. I was issued a shoplifting citation...not arrested, thank God, and instead of paying the fine I chose to do 44 hours of community service (mind you, at the time I was caught I was 3 months pregnant and was 6 and 7 months when I did the service), take a shoplifting prevention class, write an essay, and also pay a portion of the fine. It is supposed to be "off" of my record, but I know that it is still really there...
Getting caught was the cure for me. I have not since stolen ANYTHING and I have no desire to at all. I can't even believe that I used to steal and how horrible I feel for having my child with me when I did it. What was I thinking? I suppose I was thinking just like my mother was when she was with me. I feel so lucky that I got caught that day. Had I not gotten caught, I would have just increased and increased and increased the amount and price tag of what I stole...and when caught eventually, I could have ended up a felon in prison. The longer you steal, the more comfortable you become...or at least that is how it was for me.
I am only 22-years-old now and I plan on entering nursing school in 2011. I have spoke with the Board of Nursing in my state to see if my citation will affect my ability to attain my license. I was given the go-ahead, but I am still VERY scared. What happened haunts me nearly every day...I just can't seem to get over it. I read on the news a few months ago that Target and other stores often save tags, etc and have them fingerprinted in their own labs. This thought terrifies me and I'm afraid that I could go through nursing school, a totally changed individual, and end up not only getting a license but going to jail for a long time. I know that is unlikely, but when you read something like that you can't help but let it scare you.
But I just wanted to post this for my own admission and closure...most of my family and friends do not know about my former addiction. And, I want everyone to know that you CAN stop. It may take you getting caught as well, but you CAN stop and you do not have to be a slave to stealing. I am so grateful for being caught...it changed so much in my personal life and I am finally free of it!