I'm probably addicted to caffeine and I enjoy soda more than I probably should. My dad and grandpa (two different sides of the family) are both functioning alcoholics, so I'm staying far away from that stuff -- though it's not hard, since it tastes and smells awful to me.

Edit: I'm also addicted to the treadmill. If I don't get on it at least once a day, I feel anxious.

Oh, well shit. Good luck with it, if you get it under control earlier in life you shouldn't have as much of a battle later on <.<

Hmm, well for a while I thought I'd be kind of fucked with painkillers considering that propensity for addiction runs in families and my mother is an alcoholic/smoker and I can see the addictive traits in some of my brothers, I think I was fairly lucky with it though. Because of all my joint pains I had to have Solpadeine/Cocodamol pretty much every day, at the time it felt like it might be turning into an addiction (See: Opioid induced pain) where I'd end up 'needing' the painkillers to just not feel like I was in agony.

Thankfully that wasn't the case and despite using them for the best part of a year, I came off them cold turkey without any withdrawal symptoms whatsoever. The pain was from my joints and as they improved, I no longer needed the painkillers just to walk around the house without vomiting so it worked out well. I consider myself lucky as shit though, to be on them for that long and to come off them without a hitch. I know that a lot of people are not so lucky and addiction is a real bitch to say the least.

My dear mum for example, is one of those unlucky people. She went from a great, intelligent and hardworking person to a complete trainwreck over the course of a couple of years, it'd be two bottles of wine a day minimum and whatever else she felt like. She just never had the will to face up to it in the end though, despite the best efforts of doctors and shrinks she wouldn't accept it and thus they simply couldn't help her. (Pretty sure that can be attributed to the underlying mental issues though)

Really though, you have my utmost respect for fighting it rather than just giving in. Addiction is such a terrible bloody thing.

Quote from: Mr Psychologist on May 12, 2015, 01:13:50 PM

Oh, well shit. Good luck with it, if you get it under control earlier in life you shouldn't have as much of a battle later on <.<

Hmm, well for a while I thought I'd be kind of fucked with painkillers considering that propensity for addiction runs in families and my mother is an alcoholic/smoker and I can see the addictive traits in some of my brothers, I think I was fairly lucky with it though. Because of all my joint pains I had to have Solpadeine/Cocodamol pretty much every day, at the time it felt like it might be turning into an addiction (See: Opioid induced pain) where I'd end up 'needing' the painkillers to just not feel like I was in agony.

Thankfully that wasn't the case and despite using them for the best part of a year, I came off them cold turkey without any withdrawal symptoms whatsoever. The pain was from my joints and as they improved, I no longer needed the painkillers just to walk around the house without vomiting so it worked out well. I consider myself lucky as shit though, to be on them for that long and to come off them without a hitch. I know that a lot of people are not so lucky and addiction is a real bitch to say the least.

My dear mum for example, is one of those unlucky people. She went from a great, intelligent and hardworking person to a complete trainwreck over the course of a couple of years, it'd be two bottles of wine a day minimum and whatever else she felt like. She just never had the will to face up to it in the end though, despite the best efforts of doctors and shrinks she wouldn't accept it and thus they simply couldn't help her. (Pretty sure that can be attributed to the underlying mental issues though)

Really though, you have my utmost respect for fighting it rather than just giving in. Addiction is such a terrible bloody thing.

My uncle's an alcoholic too, although not in the wife beatery "where's muh tuna casserole" kind of way. All he does is sit on his arse and drink at least a solid bottle of whiskey a day, and my auntie puts up with this shit like it's acceptable. His face has turned pretty much sickly yellow and I'm surprised he's not kicked the bucket yet. I guess you could say he was the impetus/inspiration for me getting help.

I think the biggest detriment to addicts is denial. Once you get over that hurdle, it gets infinitely easier.

Ouch, well at least something positive has come from that then <.<

Yup, that's pretty much the bit where people fall the most. Once it has been accepted, then treatment and support can be given and utilised rather than it being an unwanted intrusion so it really is the key to the whole process of getting better <.<