Just an observation that I think might be kind of timely with some new folks joining the site this week.
It seems that a common theme for newer folks trying to take steps towards recovery is a fear of Gamblers Anonomous.
Being almost 4 months into recovery I can't say I'm anywhere close to a subjectmatter expert on this. I can only tell you that my personal experiences with GA have been incredibly positive. I attend meetings every Friday - I'd go more often but this is what works with my work/life schedule. There is no right or wrong answer to how many meetings you go to. You do what works for you in your road to recovery. My first few months in GA were pretty uneventful. I attended the meeting, told a story during the open therapy part of the meeting, did the serenity praryer, then left. As time passed I developed relationships with a few of the folks there. In fact, just this morning I hung around for about 10 minutes after the meeting and continued a conversation (based on this person's share during the meeting) and had just an incredible discussion. Not a discussion I could ever have with someone not going through the same thing I am.
If nothing else, I think GA helps you develop some relationships. As you go to more meetings you start to feel accountable, not just for yourself but for others. You're in that meeting to share and support with folks going through the same things you are. Your path to the meeting might be different, but your struggle is the same. Embrace the opportunity to begin the healing process, it's much easier with support. I would encourage everyone to embrace the sense of community GA offers.
Its not me its a family member who is addicted but he does not want to quit. Is there anything I can do to make him quit .
Years ago I saw a pamphlet in a casino titled “When is the Fun Stops”, it’s strange because I can recall feeling embarrassed, and insulted, at the same time. I wasn’t having fun, and it seemed impossible to me that anyone could be having fun gambling. And a pamphlet was there, free for the taking, by the casino cage, that was supposed to help “when the fun stops”? I was mad. At a...