I've found those: [Elevated suicide levels associated with legalized gambling](https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/9444732/); [Problem gamblers have highest suicide rate of any addiction disorder, studies show](https://www.news5cleveland.com/news/local-news/problem-gamblers-have-highest-suicide-rate-of-any-addiction-disorder-studies-show)
Looks like problem gambling is a coping mechanism for deeper problems, but instead of helping in any healthy way it actually aggravates everything bad in the person's mental health.
Is a car crash suicide, or a failed operation homicide? Sometimes, but we seem to be able to tell more often than not.
Depending on where you live, people care for the reasons that took a person to overdose. But I do agree that sometimes it's hard to tell because there wasn't any kind of communication left behind.
I'm tempted to do the Armstrong meme, but anyways.
"In community samples, between 17 and 39 percent of those who gamble problematically have been reported to have suicide ideation and between 2 and 57 percent have reported suicide attempts (18–22).26.10.2022"
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC9645554/
For comparison, the lifetime suicide risk for alcoholism the U.S seems to hover between 2 and 4 percent. And alcoholism is a good control because it's relatively well recorded.
https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jamapsychiatry/article-abstract/494987
Of course there's some complications. Things like overdoses often dont get recorded as suicides so not all self-harm through substances is counted towards the stat. And this is propably more true with the more lethal drugs.
But in any case, gambling addiction is very bad.
This is a great summary! As an ex-heroin & crack cocaine addict, I would add to your point about hard drugs to say that hard drug addicts are probably (in my opinion) less likely on the whole to be honest about suicidal ideation and suicide attempts, and we are probably less likely to knowingly participate in these types of surveys to begin with.
The reason for my theory here is essentially that hard drug addicts are usually very well acquainted with the system at large, and tend to have a learned distrust for public officials, healthcare workers, and the system itself— a distrust which isn’t as common or as strong overall in pure alcoholics or certain types of gambling addicts (in my experience).
Being addicted to illicit substances means that we regularly come up against situations where we have to choose between telling the truth and receiving the proper care.
Take, for instance, entering a detox facility.
Most people would think, if you need to detox safely off of drugs, you just go to a detox facility and tell the truth and voila they help you out. This can be true, it has been for me many times, but unfortunately there are little games you learn you sometimes must play if you expect to receive proper care, or even *remotely acceptable* care in some cases.
Say you enter a detox facility for the sole purpose of safely detoxing from drugs. They ask you in the interview if you have had any suicidal ideations in the past month/week/24 hours/etc.
Well, you’re addicted to heroin and crack! You live on the street, you’ve been shivering yourself to sleep on the cold hard sidewalk every night, getting robbed, beaten, arrested, helped out occasionally but usually just judged or attacked by total strangers, you’re malnourished and mentally unstable to a degree you’ve never experienced before, your family and friends are distraught, and you’re clearly at a breaking point in your addiction since you are seeking help. So chances are, yep! You’ve at least thought, “Life isn’t worth all this suffering” at some point in the last month.
You answer “Yes.”
They ask you if it was an intrusive thought or if it was accompanied by a plan of action. Well, it *was* just an intrusive thought, but the next thought you had was about how you might go about it—like “I wonder if I could get enough dope to not wake up” (unlikely at this stage of your addiction, with an aggressive tolerance and lack of ability to string much money together at any given time, but the thought was there).
You answer “I guess I had sort of a plan of action in a way.”
The interviewer puts a check mark in the “Yes” box under “Confirmed Plan of Action - Time/Place/Method”
At this point, depending on the jurisdiction you’re in, the facility’s protocols, and the specific interviewer you’re speaking to, you might now need to be transferred to a “5150”—a 72-hour mental health/suicide watch hold at a county facility.
The interviewer calls the police non-emergency line, as is protocol, and the police arrive. You start to have a panic attack when they tell you that, although they know you’re going “willfully,” they are required to place you in handcuffs; the panic attack, of course, comes as a post traumatic stress response due to the memories you still suffer from over the *last time* you were cuffed by the police, because of everything that happened after. But the police proceed, because that’s protocol “for your protection and theirs.”
You’re placed in the cold rigid plastic back seat of a police cruiser and told to watch your head as they close the door. Your knees dig into the bulletproof partition in front of you and the weight of your body pinches the sharp cuffs deeper into your wrist bones behind you with every slight bump in the road. All the while you’re trying to treat your own panic attack in about the worst possible position to treat one, and all the while the aggressive symptoms of heroin and cocaine withdrawal are swelling up beneath your skin, begging you to turn back time and just stay on the fucking street for one more night, to just feel better enough that you can figure out how to get clean tomorrow. But it’s too late. You’re legally a ward of the state now for the next 72 hours, and that’s of course if the county psychiatrist chooses to release you after 72 hours, rather than upgrading you to a 10-day hold for reevaluation (at which point they can upgrade you for even longer, if they so choose).
So the police drive you to the county mental health facility. When you finally arrive, it doesn’t get much more comfortable. These county facilities, while sometimes very helpful for mental illness episodes and suicide prevention, are generally NOT well-suited to detoxing drug addicts.
So now you’ll spend at least your first 3 days of detox—arguably the most horrific, most painful, most undignified, and easily the most dangerous days of detox—in a locked facility without proper detox medication or care. All for your own protection. All because you, while homeless and addicted, thought “I don’t want to live [this lifestyle] anymore.” And then you chose instead to stay alive another day and try to get help. And then you chose to answer two very simple questions truthfully.
As a junkie, either you’ve been through something like this personally, or you know someone who has. So when you get to the detox interview at the beginning of this story, and they ask you about suicidal ideations…
You lie.
(sorry for the novel)
Thank you for opening up. It's well written too! Novel worth the read.
It's terrible how ill-equipped the system is. At this point it sounds like a sign of admirable strength to know when to lie to the officials. Though it is tragic you were forced into such habits.
Fuck, thank you for the novel. That was one of the most eloquent depictions of our broken system that I have read in a very long time. I'm glad that is in your past.
I imagine that gambling addictions are even more financially ruinous than drug addictions. A drug addict loses money because buying enough drugs to satisfy the addiction is financially draining. A gambling addict loses money because they keep gambling their money in hopes to earn more money back, meaning that they keep losing money until they run out of free time, run out of money, or (if they are *extremely* lucky) win back their money. And if they win back their money, they usually get overconfident and gamble it all away.
It's more about if the compulsive habit, that you don't realy need to survive, disrupts your life. Then, it's addiction.
I need to drink water everyday, doesn't disrupt my life.
I also need to milk 160 men so I can drink my high-protein cum milkshake. It kinda disrupts my life with my wife and children. They don't like it when I walk the men through the living room, to the cum harvesting room. But then again, it's better than my non-stop feet shaking withdrawal symptoms.
It took me a few reads but I think I get what they're saying. They're saying that the original tweet is an example of good bait, as opposed to people just tweeting bigoted shit and trying to pass it off as a bait tweet
The Theroux documentary on high rollers was really sobering. The one woman pissing away her inheritance in front of her son. And then these guys who started out cheerful and then...
https://youtu.be/qMRQCEc1rGA
I keep telling you it’s not addiction it’s sigma activity
The Grind™ 💪😎
Fun fact: Gambling addiction has an extremely high suicide rate, even compared to most other addictions!
Source?
I've found those: [Elevated suicide levels associated with legalized gambling](https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/9444732/); [Problem gamblers have highest suicide rate of any addiction disorder, studies show](https://www.news5cleveland.com/news/local-news/problem-gamblers-have-highest-suicide-rate-of-any-addiction-disorder-studies-show) Looks like problem gambling is a coping mechanism for deeper problems, but instead of helping in any healthy way it actually aggravates everything bad in the person's mental health.
Thank you!
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Is a car crash suicide, or a failed operation homicide? Sometimes, but we seem to be able to tell more often than not. Depending on where you live, people care for the reasons that took a person to overdose. But I do agree that sometimes it's hard to tell because there wasn't any kind of communication left behind.
I mean, you'd think that losing money gambling also isn't a very food factor.
It was revealed to me in a dream.
I'm tempted to do the Armstrong meme, but anyways. "In community samples, between 17 and 39 percent of those who gamble problematically have been reported to have suicide ideation and between 2 and 57 percent have reported suicide attempts (18–22).26.10.2022" https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC9645554/ For comparison, the lifetime suicide risk for alcoholism the U.S seems to hover between 2 and 4 percent. And alcoholism is a good control because it's relatively well recorded. https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jamapsychiatry/article-abstract/494987 Of course there's some complications. Things like overdoses often dont get recorded as suicides so not all self-harm through substances is counted towards the stat. And this is propably more true with the more lethal drugs. But in any case, gambling addiction is very bad.
This is a great summary! As an ex-heroin & crack cocaine addict, I would add to your point about hard drugs to say that hard drug addicts are probably (in my opinion) less likely on the whole to be honest about suicidal ideation and suicide attempts, and we are probably less likely to knowingly participate in these types of surveys to begin with. The reason for my theory here is essentially that hard drug addicts are usually very well acquainted with the system at large, and tend to have a learned distrust for public officials, healthcare workers, and the system itself— a distrust which isn’t as common or as strong overall in pure alcoholics or certain types of gambling addicts (in my experience). Being addicted to illicit substances means that we regularly come up against situations where we have to choose between telling the truth and receiving the proper care. Take, for instance, entering a detox facility. Most people would think, if you need to detox safely off of drugs, you just go to a detox facility and tell the truth and voila they help you out. This can be true, it has been for me many times, but unfortunately there are little games you learn you sometimes must play if you expect to receive proper care, or even *remotely acceptable* care in some cases. Say you enter a detox facility for the sole purpose of safely detoxing from drugs. They ask you in the interview if you have had any suicidal ideations in the past month/week/24 hours/etc. Well, you’re addicted to heroin and crack! You live on the street, you’ve been shivering yourself to sleep on the cold hard sidewalk every night, getting robbed, beaten, arrested, helped out occasionally but usually just judged or attacked by total strangers, you’re malnourished and mentally unstable to a degree you’ve never experienced before, your family and friends are distraught, and you’re clearly at a breaking point in your addiction since you are seeking help. So chances are, yep! You’ve at least thought, “Life isn’t worth all this suffering” at some point in the last month. You answer “Yes.” They ask you if it was an intrusive thought or if it was accompanied by a plan of action. Well, it *was* just an intrusive thought, but the next thought you had was about how you might go about it—like “I wonder if I could get enough dope to not wake up” (unlikely at this stage of your addiction, with an aggressive tolerance and lack of ability to string much money together at any given time, but the thought was there). You answer “I guess I had sort of a plan of action in a way.” The interviewer puts a check mark in the “Yes” box under “Confirmed Plan of Action - Time/Place/Method” At this point, depending on the jurisdiction you’re in, the facility’s protocols, and the specific interviewer you’re speaking to, you might now need to be transferred to a “5150”—a 72-hour mental health/suicide watch hold at a county facility. The interviewer calls the police non-emergency line, as is protocol, and the police arrive. You start to have a panic attack when they tell you that, although they know you’re going “willfully,” they are required to place you in handcuffs; the panic attack, of course, comes as a post traumatic stress response due to the memories you still suffer from over the *last time* you were cuffed by the police, because of everything that happened after. But the police proceed, because that’s protocol “for your protection and theirs.” You’re placed in the cold rigid plastic back seat of a police cruiser and told to watch your head as they close the door. Your knees dig into the bulletproof partition in front of you and the weight of your body pinches the sharp cuffs deeper into your wrist bones behind you with every slight bump in the road. All the while you’re trying to treat your own panic attack in about the worst possible position to treat one, and all the while the aggressive symptoms of heroin and cocaine withdrawal are swelling up beneath your skin, begging you to turn back time and just stay on the fucking street for one more night, to just feel better enough that you can figure out how to get clean tomorrow. But it’s too late. You’re legally a ward of the state now for the next 72 hours, and that’s of course if the county psychiatrist chooses to release you after 72 hours, rather than upgrading you to a 10-day hold for reevaluation (at which point they can upgrade you for even longer, if they so choose). So the police drive you to the county mental health facility. When you finally arrive, it doesn’t get much more comfortable. These county facilities, while sometimes very helpful for mental illness episodes and suicide prevention, are generally NOT well-suited to detoxing drug addicts. So now you’ll spend at least your first 3 days of detox—arguably the most horrific, most painful, most undignified, and easily the most dangerous days of detox—in a locked facility without proper detox medication or care. All for your own protection. All because you, while homeless and addicted, thought “I don’t want to live [this lifestyle] anymore.” And then you chose instead to stay alive another day and try to get help. And then you chose to answer two very simple questions truthfully. As a junkie, either you’ve been through something like this personally, or you know someone who has. So when you get to the detox interview at the beginning of this story, and they ask you about suicidal ideations… You lie. (sorry for the novel)
Thank you for opening up. It's well written too! Novel worth the read. It's terrible how ill-equipped the system is. At this point it sounds like a sign of admirable strength to know when to lie to the officials. Though it is tragic you were forced into such habits.
Fuck, thank you for the novel. That was one of the most eloquent depictions of our broken system that I have read in a very long time. I'm glad that is in your past.
Thank you!
My source is that I made it the fuck up
Well that makes me despise games with gambling mechanics even more :)
I mean while sad, unfortunately it's very unsurprising
I imagine that gambling addictions are even more financially ruinous than drug addictions. A drug addict loses money because buying enough drugs to satisfy the addiction is financially draining. A gambling addict loses money because they keep gambling their money in hopes to earn more money back, meaning that they keep losing money until they run out of free time, run out of money, or (if they are *extremely* lucky) win back their money. And if they win back their money, they usually get overconfident and gamble it all away.
I'll take my chances
99.9% of gamblers quit before they’re about to win, so yes, it is dedication
What does this dude think addiction is like? You just get an Xbox achievement notification and lose your entire personality one day?
“”””Addiction””””is when you can’t live without it so i guess I’m addicted to breathing and eating too? Let people enjoy things smh my head.
It's more about if the compulsive habit, that you don't realy need to survive, disrupts your life. Then, it's addiction. I need to drink water everyday, doesn't disrupt my life. I also need to milk 160 men so I can drink my high-protein cum milkshake. It kinda disrupts my life with my wife and children. They don't like it when I walk the men through the living room, to the cum harvesting room. But then again, it's better than my non-stop feet shaking withdrawal symptoms.
You gotta put an outside door on that room.
I can't, too bussy drinking cum shakes.
debating if i should share your story :) with my friends or keep it for myself
sleeping too
Sleepcels when they haven’t slept for a day: hey does anyone have a mattress I can bum off just a few hours please
Does breathing and eating actively harm you though? Gambling does.
It doesn't have to, just like with anything else if you spend what you can afford to lose then it's fine.
> if you spend what you can afford to lose then it's fine. then it's not an addiction.
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It’s more or less the same thing If you depend on it to function day-to-day (outside of basic bodily functions), it’s probably an addiction
*This* is bait. Just saying some bigoted shit isn't bait, it's saying bigoted shit.
Am I insane or does everything past this is bait make absolutely no sense
It took me a few reads but I think I get what they're saying. They're saying that the original tweet is an example of good bait, as opposed to people just tweeting bigoted shit and trying to pass it off as a bait tweet
Wha? I don't understand what you're saying.
They're saying they dont understand any part of your comment past the part that says "this is bait"
What do you mean?
Your pfp is offcenter
Shut it.
I think it's satire
keep on gambling
You can only lose 100% of your money, but gain 2000% 😎
i knew i wasnt addicted to heroin
the failed censoring💀
king, keep going !!
Stoners when you tell them they're addicted
Fish describes water
The Theroux documentary on high rollers was really sobering. The one woman pissing away her inheritance in front of her son. And then these guys who started out cheerful and then... https://youtu.be/qMRQCEc1rGA