Are there “secondhand” effects to gambling?

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Secondhand smoke, for example, has known damaging effects to the body. This makes me wonder what about watching streamers gamble? All those slots are super professionally designed to be fast-paced, exciting, and addicting. So would this kind of “secondhand” gambling increase risk of addiction, decrease attention span since slots are so fast paced, and have other negative effects?

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Anonymous 0 Comments

Yes, that’s literally the whole point of St*ke.com, to advertise their slots to impressionable young people. How do you think they afford to pay XQC 100M

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The most blatant one is that it draws other people into the addiction. Watching someone else get the highs of gambling also entices other people to experience that high. This is particularly troublesome for streamers who gamble on stream to a younger audience.

Things like decreased attention span aren’t caused by “second hand” gambling. Fast-paced gambling like slots are attractive *to* people with short attention spans and need the simulation of the win.

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I think the stress has gotten to my body multiple times. I can feel the stress throughout my body and it’s not good. Also the dopamine highs and lows can’t be good for it.

The other one is time away from my family. Instead of family movie nights now I’m watching some random game I’d never have watched before.

Betting has paid for some improvements around my house but I truly believe that my well-being has paid a price as well.

Anonymous 0 Comments

So, second hand refers to the non participant, and boy can I answer that!

My ex could not control his gambling. Online poker, local casino card rooms (he was a very loyal sort, and that extended to gambling, he was a puzzle and math guy, and that’s what poker delivers), poker nights at bars and I suspect a couple local high stakes games, for what the ATM withdrawals said.

He stopped hitting, and the stress he put on himself made him different at home, he gave up (for a few years) an art form of which he is a living master. His self esteem took a hit and he was cranky to my son and I, constantly. His secondary art also suffered, because he started to think of the money in the moment.

As for the two of us living with his injured soul, we no longer had the happy go lucky, thoughtful guy. We had an addict. Who started to lie and spent down our retirement accounts (which I was about to raid to buy a house in the foreclosure crisis).

We lost college money, a home, and security in a person.

Both of us are dealing with not trusting.

I have a daily, pervasive, irrational fear of homelessness. And we have been divorced as long as we were together.

I grieve who we were, still. I grieve who he was, and the life we’d planned.