Jen, you have just written the best description of a gambling hangover, imaginable! If we were mugged, assaulted, raped or tortured, we would be reporting it to the police, yet we deprive ourselves of our most basic rights -peace of mind, sleep, food, fresh air ( even use of the toilet, sometimes)by confining ourselves to one position in a windowless, timeless zone with mechanical pickpockets, with full knowledge that our “fun” will ALWAYS end in tears, Like you, I always bring huge wads of notes to the casino . (No point in going with small sums because the addiction is insatiable) I remember once, years ago, driving a round trip of over a hundred miles, late at night when I ran out of “ammunition” , remembering I had a stash at home because I was convinced the machine I was playing was about to pay out! Banning yourself from casinos is a great deterrent. It can only be done verbally where I live. I did ban from my 2 comfort zones in 2008 and never set foot there since. Pride prevented me from losing face. Thanks for posting to my thread. I will reply there. Enjoy your son when you still have time. You never know how he will turn out. I can’t believe that my son has cut himself off from his parents. Abandonment has a strange effect.
