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Always good to hear from you jonny. I think yoU nailed it re living in the moment. Simplicity, no complications nd recognising emotional triggers. Good luck with the new Job!
Monica1ParticipantVery much appreciated your post and I read yours, which was really pleasing. Pete is not my partner, we split six years go now, but he is still in my house and sleeps and lives on the front room floor. He knows he can’t control me so isn’t and doesn’t really.he had therapy many years ago with his anger and control issues. I don’t take any of his stuff that seriously any more and assoon as I am back on my feet I will do the thing I should have done years ago.
Monica1ParticipantAlong with Laura, I just prayed for you and your daughter to receive heavens help.
Monica1ParticipantI admire your daughter for doing the right thing. Many people do not know what to do in these circumstances. As long as you get the right sort of help jp i.e. Addictions counselling. A section is only a good thing if you are an immediate danger to yourself. You are not mentally ill although you have an addiction that is classified as a Mental health issue. You have an addiction that has played itself out to its conclusion. When we lose thousands and thousands as I did and lace ourselves with nothing we kind of have a mini breakdown but there is a way out. The question is whether you feel able to cope going forward. I declined to get admitted or sectioned as I felt it would only prolong something that with the right sort of help I could move forward without the trauma of a psychiatric admission, but only you know that. An admission could give you the space you need and give you the supports you require, Within A and e there is usually mental health liaison who can refer you on to a crisis team or addictions counselling. I think it unlikely that you will be sectioned unless you are an immediate danger to yourself. Your daughter cares for you a great deal clearly. I care about what happens to you. We are powerless against this addiction unless we get the right support and help and connect wit our higher power who can help,us out of this cycle of despair. Keep,posting and let us know what happens.
Monica1ParticipantDid the 2pm group. Pete came in and described the outcome of the bet he had just put on, i.e. Horse fell at last fence. I said do you really have to tell me that. He said that I didnt have to listen. Hmmmm.
For some reason Vera mentioning a life beyond my wildest dreams has got me thinking, I can have pretty imaginatibe dreams. Whet would that look like?A cottage by the sea
Restoration of financials and me to the best I can be
Restoration of good health physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually connected and strong
Happy healthy family life
A well paid job that could do anywhere, any time.
A bit of travelIs that too much to ask for I wonder?
Monica1ParticipantYes, jp this is your rock bottom. I have been there. I gambled away everything and the rent money. I got a repossession order on my home. Do you privately rent? Perhaps your daughter can help with the immediate like food and a bit of money to see you through the next few days and for you to get to work. You mention you are in work. I was not. I fessed up to my housing association and I still have my home. Hanging on by a thread but I am still here. And got sick on top of this with all the stress. Gambling will only take us down further, the insanity of just keeping going and frittering away thousands in the illusory world we create for ourselves. I went to see my Gp although it took weeks for me to do this of sitting in the abject misery that this illness brings and it is an illness. And there can be recovery. Little steps. Someone said to me when I signed up to this site that I needed time to heal and they were right. But we cannot do it without support. I though I was way past helping and went on the last binge to the same place you are in now. And I can say is that there is help out there and you have to reach for it. We all reach our individual rock bottoms. I hit mine, others when they end up in a psychiatric ward,
Prison or homeless. That is the downward spiral of this addiction. Have you ever been to GA? There you will find hope. There is hope and no one is not worth saving. I mean that, no one. You do not want to destroy yourself, it is the illness running the show that makes you feel like this. Things can and will change. That is for sure but you need to face up to the fact that compulsive gamblers never win, they NEVER win because it always goes back and more. There is light, you are alive and destrying yourself makes the illness the victor. But you can gain mastery over the illness one day at a time. You are better than they. Gambling takes away everything of who we really are and we can get ourselves back over time.Monica1ParticipantYes, jp this is your rock bottom. I have been there. I gambled away everything and the rent money. I got a repossession order on my home. Do you privately rent? Perhaps your daughter can help with the immediate like food and a bit of money to see you through the next few days and for you to get to work. You mention you are in work. I was not. I fessed up to my housing association and I still have my home. Hanging on by a thread but I am still here. And got sick on top of this with all the stress. Gambling will only take us down further, the insanity of just keeping going and frittering away thousands in the illusory world we create for ourselves. I went to see my Gp although it took weeks for me to do this of sitting in the abject misery that this illness brings and it is an illness. And there can be recovery. Little steps. Someone said to me when I signed up to this site that I needed time to heal and they were right. But we cannot do it without support. I though I was way past helping and went on the last binge to the same place you are in now. And I can say is that there is help out there and you have to reach for it. We all reach our individual rock bottoms. I hit mine, others when they end up in a psychiatric ward,
Prison or homeless. That is the downward spiral of this addiction. Have you ever been to GA? There you will find hope. There is hope and no one is not worth saving. I mean that, no one. You do not want to destroy yourself, it is the illness running the show that makes you feel like this. Things can and will change. That is for sure but you need to face up to the fact that compulsive gamblers never win, they NEVER win because it always goes back and more. There is light, you are alive and destrying yourself makes the illness the victor. But you can gain mastery over the illness one day at a time. You are better than they. Gambling takes away everything of who we really are and we can get ourselves back over time.Monica1ParticipantIf you still feel suicidal you can stay with this organisation in London in a non medical setting. They talk with you and that is it. I have been exactly where you are and believe me living and kicking this addiction is the way to go. I decided not to commit suicide, the gambling for me was a slow suicide anyway. Suicide is not the answer. Please keep posting. There are a lot of people on this forum who have been exactly where you are and can help and provide support.
Monica1ParticipantYes, I have often wondered about the spiel you get in recovery! 90 days tomorrow and I am still dealing with the medical, emotional and financial aspects of my fall from a great height. Ah well, still alive,intact, grateful for another day. It is still a good place to start from but I do wonder how the life beyond my wildest dreams will manifest. I don’t fall for or agree with a lot of the GA spiel but I do know that GA is the thing that has helped me most. My sponsor even reared me twice. Will be doing the emotional aspects and the law on step one this weekend. The law is easy, never broke it. But the emotional aspects is a long list. Thanks for your care Vera. I appreciate it and hope you do not leave the forum when you provide so much support here.
Monica1ParticipantThank you friends for the good wishes. I have been home now for about an hour.
For some reason I was more apprehensive than even the major surgery I went through. I work in healthcare so maybe it is knowing how how invasive these things are and that often people feel worse just by virtue of being in hospital and becoming a patient or victim to the system of western healthcare we have as I see it.
I was 10 minutes late as I was drifting in and out of,sleep for just the couple of hours before I had to leave just before 7am. My mum got it in one when i spoke to her yesterday evening when she said you don’t know if you are going to make it bowels intact because of the rather powerful prep you have. But make it intact I did saying a little prayer to Jesus as I went in, changing into a gown and some rather groovy navy paper Bermuda shorts with a strategic hole in the back and some rather natty non slip socks which I have taken home with me. The nurse put a paediatric butterfly needle in my hand as I have small veins and often have my bloods taken with a paediatric needle… clearly that part of me never grew into an adult. The doc tried to convince me to have entonox and I said fine if they want a loony on their hands. Had gas and air in childbirth and it sent me a bit mental lol. Always a bit strange when they say who is accompanying you and you say no one cos after the procedure you can’t be on your own for 24 hours. Went into the room feeling rather terrified and then the rather powerful sedation was administered iv. Fentanyl, a powerful narcotic and midazolam, a tranquilliser. Legal narcotics. Ah, oblivion. I fell straight asleep. My sleep lasted exactly 2 mins and 20 seconds when I woke up screaming. Two thirds of the exam was complete and they had got to the splenic flexure when they had to abandon the procedure. All normal I am pleased to say in what they did examine but in recovery the doc asked mewhether I had asthma or emphysema because my 02 sats were so low. Explained I am still getting over a chest infection but I knew it was the fags. The docs really didn’t have any type of bedside manner. I always notice these things. Anyway to finish off, they sent me down to radiology for a wonderful ct enema. This passed without event, another tube and balloon up the arse and some very kind staff. They wanted to have a look at the area where I woke up screaming. We talked about where we would go on holiday if money no object. I said the Caribbean and the real orient express. And that was that. Transferred to the patient hotel where I had a rather revolting salad nicoise and promptly slept on and off till this morning. The supper was nice. I realised that even though we may go through life feeling unloved there are still people who love us. Texts from my sister, daughter and a friend plus pete very late into the evening. The boys don’t even know I went. I spoke to my mum who had to have this done every year for 20 years. Respect. Left just after breakfast, before kick out time choice of cereal or toast and vending coffee, talk about doing things on the cheap. Very quiet but with views of Big Ben and the Thames through the window.
Took the tube and train home as no buses down whitehall with barriers up. At the station I held thecdoor for an elderly Eastern European man. He looked at me said very leeringlyyou’re nice. Well he must have seen the horror on my face as I scuttled as fast as I could out the station. Walked through the lovely park in the drizzle home. Pete had gleaned out my bedroom, saying the dog no longer allowed in and that the accumulated dust must have affected my chest. Everyone has redeeming features. Appreciated this a lot. So there is a gate at my bedroom door and the dogsits by it eagerly waiting for me to let him in. Which I won’t do as I do t think the dog,hair is helping my chest. Pete think same. So resting up, glad that I am still here and in one piece.Monica1ParticipantIf you read my journal you will see that I was much in the position you are. Bankrupt with a repossession order on my home. Unemployed with my work coach suggesting I go into a hostel for the homeless. As if I would ever do that. Suicide seemed a viable option to stop the pain. But it isn’t. You are caught in the deep emotional sickness of gambling addiction. There is a way out. There is help available. I too am in London and I have found the help and support I needed through GA. please go to a meeting. There are no quick fixes for this but there is a way out. Suicide will cause huge distress for the rest of their lives to those who love you. There is no going back on that decision. And even if you think that no one loves you like I did, you are wrong. Accept that you have a compulsive gambling addiction, that this is an emotional illness and that our thinking gets completely clouded by the self destructive nature of the addiction. That you are not alone and that many other people have become caught up in this illness and have recovered from the brink. if you still feel suicidal, there is an organisation in London where you can stay for a few days to talk things through. I will find their details.
Monica1ParticipantYour good wishes are much appreciated. Should get out on Saturday at some point be will post then.
Monica1ParticipantHi all,
Did the new members group this evening and got somewhat annoyed by the bankruptcy subject coming up, as if if this an easy solution for me, which it most certainly isn’t. Checked out of’it early but had to anyway because of the prep,for my procedure started to take effect. I fell asleep between 8 and 12 midnight to take the second lot of prep at midnight. I will be up all night i think. Pete also,annoyed me, he doesn’t care or listen enough to know that I am having the procedure at eight am. He says as I have not done the washing up he will not,give me any cigarettes. He had said earlier he would get me a pack on way home. An old acquaintance of his,passed today, he was an actor,and much younger than either of us.We saw him in a play ten years ago. I find petes attitude obnoxious and say so,reminding him that I have sat on the loo half the night and am in hospital,at eight am. He throws three cigs at me saying this is,your lot. I say nothing and retire to my bedroom.Monica1ParticipantHi idi,
Yes, I would liken the situation I am in to similar to a self imposed prison and I have described it as such. But this is since I have been back in the uk. My life when working overseas was good. Regular events out with work colleagues and only at home the rot sets in. When away I a the person I want to be. Here I have all the baggage.Monica1ParticipantJust to say I looked in on your journal and caught up. Like velvet I really liked your post on the walk in the woods. Very simple pleasures that were lost to us when gambling. I like your honesty. Well done!
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