Re: How do you think that casinos should deal with those with gambling addictions?
2/11/2008 11:03:32 AM
aiden
16 Posts
I saw a show about this recently. It was about a family man and he was pretty wealthy. He started going to the big casinos in Las Vegas, spending lots of money, at the time he could afford it. The casinos started noticing and they would offer him free suites, pay for his flight tickets to bring him out to play, to spend. Eventually, they were paying for his family to come, to go on vacations, very lavish. Eventually, he was losing his house and his family, so he got help. This opened up my eyes to how vicious these casinos are with their customers, they would love to fly out tons of gambling addicts and have them bring their friends too!
Re: What's the best thing to do to help someone when they have a panic attack?
2/11/2008 11:24:35 AM
aiden
16 Posts
"All of a sudden, I felt a tremendous wave of fear
for
no reason at all. My heart was pounding,
my chest hurt, and it was
getting harder to breathe.
I thought I was going to die."
"I'm so afraid. Every time I start to go out,
I get that
awful feeling in the pit of my stomach
and I'm terrified that
another panic attack is coming."
Okay, I hate my life, my job sucks, the kids are fighting, I have
no money, I can’t breathe, my chest hurts, Oh my God I think I will
die, I can’t breathe ….
Talk yourself out of the attack before the attack takes you out!
Just Breath.
Sounds like a simple solution but when you are having an attack you
forget to breath. Once you begin to cut off your breath the attack goes
full force and knocks you to your knees.
Take long deep breathes.
Even as the anxiety attack is taking hold, if you keep taking the deep
breaths you will begin to take life from the attack and put the control
back with you. Your body isn’t causing the attacks, your MIND is. You
are thinking something that causes your body to react.
Silly but try to think of the anxiety attack as a physical being
that is trying to steal from you. Don’t let it, stand firm and fight
for your life.
The best tool I had was one friend that knew about the severity of the
attacks. I could call her anytime of day. The poor thing would answer
and I would be gasping for breath, telling her I can’t take anymore.
She would coach me through the attack and back to sanity.