| Volume No. VII, Issue No. 1 June 2005 |
Spiritually Fit
Let go and let GOD; this is my way of life. I knew when I first came to GA I would be a member for life. I gambled compulsively for 6 long miserable years. I lost my bank account, my faith in God, my home, my job(s), my furniture, my clothes, my boat, my jewelry, my truck, my motorcycle. I lost ALL my personal belongings, including photos that can never be replaced, my 3 pets, my teaching license, a second fortune from my grandmother’s estate, my self respect, and I nearly lost my family and freedom–due to the insanity that comes with gambling. I have been in recovery for almost a year. My home GA meeting plans a celebration for my one year birthday. The love and unity that I feel with the other members has helped me love myself. Forgive myself. My life now is full of love, peace, hope and happiness. Yes, I am on probation for 2 years, for my legal issues caused directly by my gambling. Yes, I had to tell my boss at a job I love that I am on probation and a compulsive gambler in recovery. I have been humbled, but not humiliated, by my experiences since I came to GA. When I used to go out at 2 a.m. in the morning I never gave a second thought to the fact that my son was in the house alone. When I didn’t show up to get him off to school, I always had an excuse. I remember stealing his money from his wallet to go gamble. He had around $300 from his birthday. I remember going to HIS bank account after mine was drained and cleaning it out. He had around $5,000 in there. I put most of it in there, so I justified stealing it. I would win it back, and he would never miss it. He would never need to know. It didn’t work out that way at all, of course. I have since paid him back. I will always remember the indecent, degenerate nature of my actions when I was gambling. I will never forget how hard it was to just live each day. I will never forget how my manipulating, scheming and lying always seemed to work, to get me more cash to gamble, one last time.
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Defining Recovery by Joanna Franklin, MS NCGC II The word recovery has more definitions than I can count. Every time I think I have just the right "new" definition for recovery, I hear a newer one from someone who shares from personal experience. Recovery for the main road women in Gamblers Anonymous includes the comfort of support from those with the same concerns: the relief that comes from identification and understanding you are not alone, "that woman just told my story and that one too." G.A. has come to represent so many elements of recovery it is easy to think this must be the best way to find, to work and enjoy real recovery. In 1979, when I began working with gamblers and their families, we were the first state that funded treatment program for gamblers. We saw women present for care for the first time. (The only other gambling treatment program, in Brecksville, Ohio, was for veterans.) We saw teens and we saw people from other cultures. We saw lots of gambling problems that seemed very much the same. "I have lost all or almost all of my money, behind on the bills, family is angry/hurt, has left or is about to leave. I may be arrested, may lose my job and my home ...." The problems were so similar from one gambler to the next we mistakenly thought that we could help all our clients with the same package of tools. First, we would assess and get a good clear picture of all the problems, prioritize what to do first, second and third and then get the gambler to a G.A. meeting and the family to GamAnon. We would offer support, understanding, acceptance, problem solving and solutions to the reality issues one step at a time, as they worked the 12 steps one day at a time. Well, who could ask for more? It sounds simple and straight forward enough. Clearly a system that works and works well for those who take advantage of the structure of and help available in the program. That would have been the beginning and end of creative clinical care for gamblers and their families, but for a handful of women gamblers who said, No. "No? What do you mean, no?" "I don't want to go to those meetings." We, in fact, found many women who were more than uncomfortable in the male dominated G.A. meetings in our area. We had only two meetings in the area and no women attending way back then. I pushed, I urged, I prodded, I encouraged, I ordered, I pleaded, I tried to "sell" the idea of going to a meeting as best I could; and though many did try meetings, many did not. In the next issue of WHW (August 2005), Joanna will share about the
solutions she and her colleagues developed for this "new kind of client."
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