Gabriela Byrne is a community worker, a wife and a mother to two wonderful children.
I met Gabriela yesterday, when she spoke at a community forum about what she used to be – a woman addicted to gambling on poker machines.
For four years, the pokies came before her family, her children and her career. She describes her addiction as a ‘love affair’ — endless lies, constant guilt, wanting to stop but not knowing how.
“I would have done anything to stop, but when the beast talked to me I just wasn’t strong enough. I switched from Jekyll into Hyde and all I wanted was to feed the beast.”
It started innocently enough – lunch with a few friends, a quick spin on the pokies afterwards. She had never played before and found it quite boring.
A week later, after a fight with her boss, she slipped into her local and put a few dollars in. It took her away from her troubles and gave her some breathing space.
A few days later, she went back again. Within a few weeks, she was there every day – sometimes up to five times a day – whenever she had money in her pocket and a spare minute.
“While I was there my issues didn’t matter,” she says, “It was just me and the machine.”
Gabriela went from being a successful professional, loving mother and devoted friend to a shadow of herself – someone whose young daughter caught her stealing money out of her piggy bank.
That night, she sat slumped on her daughter’s bed, tears running down her face as her daughter asked her, “Mummy, can’t daddy buy you a poker machine so you and the money just stay at home?”
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I believe the reform will make a difference. The people opposed to them (besides the clubs etc who stand to make less money from addicts) often claim "but they'll just gamble elsewhere" - and they could, but it isn't the same as the machines.
I have a couple of friends who are problem gamblers, but I'll just tell you about one;
Just over the weekend I actually tried to talk to him about it, and about how bad it's gotten. He doesn't have kids and earns well in his business, but that money all goes on the pokies. Thousands at a time. On Saturday he transfered $600 that had been paid into his business account to his personal account and withdrew it all. He put every single dollar in the machines and left the casino without a dollar to his name. Again.
Last weekend he only had $10 and managed to turn it into $250. I left him alone for 20 minutes and that was all gone again. He even tried to blame me for not being there.
For him, I believe, it is not about the money as much as the win. He couldn't have been happier in the moments after winning that $250, but why - a week later - could he not be happy about $600 hitting his account that he'd earnt?
After he loses it all each time, he just wants to go home. And is depressed.
How is that fun?
If he had to say how much he was willing to lose at the beginning, would he have said every dollar he had? I don't think so!
That quote about daddy buying a poker machine so mummy could stay home just broke my heart.
Pokies are appalling exploitation. That's all.