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I think my first memories probably begin at age four or five… But essentially, I was born into a family that’s a working-class family. Both my parents are actually immigrants. They got married in the UK and it was an arranged marriage. I think the story of gambling harm starts around then. I’m not really sure exactly if my dad had been gambling before prison or after prison, but I do know that as soon as my mum had met him there were sort of difficulties right from the beginning.
I remember in reception that I used to be often the last kid to be picked up, and that felt awful because you could see everybody else’s parents coming to pick up, you know? And you’re just there left…I never told anyone about gambling, not teachers, not anyone at the school, not friends. Nobody knew, except the people from our sort of cultural background… No one asked me if there was anything going on at home. I was always sort of focused… I didn’t want there to be any complaints to give a reason to my dad to go and hit me.
My mum would often try to hide money in the house and my dad would often ransack the house. It was almost like it was being burgled. He would go through all of my mum’s things to find money, and he would get it eventually. And if it if my mum had taken it to work, for example, if he couldn’t find it then he would go to her workplace in front of all her work colleagues … So, he’d go in front of them and say, “I need you to get the money”, and my mum would tell me about that after. And she would cry about it.
I remember my dad saying he wants to quit many times, and he did have periods where he would abstain from gambling and wouldn’t go to the betting shops. And there were periods also where he would define gambling as sort of sustainable, where he would gamble a certain amount, win a certain amount a day and then stop and I think he was convinced that that could work. And as a kid, I was convinced too.
I would hide and pray to God and say I’ll do anything to get me out of this situation. And I think after a few times of trying that I realised that no one was listening… But I think that that’s why I sort of realised that there’s no one there and, there’s no religion and I’ve never sort of believed in it from that point, even though I was so desperate. I just didn’t see a way out.
When I was about eight years old, I started to help my dad access gambling through the laptop or the computer. That would involve logging onto horse racing live streams and putting them on for him. I remember even setting up an online casino account and being there to help him deposit and withdraw money as a kid.
My job to make sure that he had the right medicines for his work because he’d be working 12-hour shifts. He needed to have the right medicines for that long shift, and he would also need to be reminded to take medicines at home as well. At home, my dad would call me his doctor as well. And that’s when he was being nice.
My brain had started to develop a lot more as I became a teenager, and I could sort of start to empathise with my dad and his struggles. I could see the things that he was going through, that he would work 12 hours a day, multiple days in a row… He must’ve been so tired… but after he’d wake up after going to sleep for four or five hours, he would go to the betting shop.
I remember times that my dad would tell me to go away and say I was bad luck and that I’d jinxed things. I think sometimes he wouldn’t want me to be there too he didn’t want me to be exposed to it. I’m actually I’m not sure… I don’t think that was the reason really because he would smoke in front of me, do drugs in front of me, gamble in front of me. I don’t think any of that mattered because the addiction presided over everything.
Often when he wasn’t at home, I felt safe. I felt happier that I was actually glad to see my dad leave to go to the betting shops often or for him to not be in eyesight because, just someone to scream at you, to hit you. It was awful, and I think it’s also the fear of that happening at all times. So I did my best to just sort of survive through childhood. And I remember thinking that I just want to get out of this, and there was a few times that I ran away from home. And I think my mum was very scared for me because she knew that I would eventually have to come and face my dad.
It just doesn’t seem possible that a betting shop could allow someone to be addicted in the way of losing their life, their life that, you know, multiple hours every day, hundreds of pounds every day that the shop, the people that work in the shop could allow this to happen, that the companies themselves could be allowed to happen, that legally this could be allowed to happen.
I went home, searched for neglected health issues, and I found Tom Watson deputy leader of the Labour Party at the time talking about gambling being this huge crisis. And that was the first time anyone had ever talked, or I had ever heard gambling from anyone outside of my own family to realize that I wasn’t the only one to be affected and that my dad wasn’t the only one. At the time of my dad’s passing, I didn’t believe it.
I think for a long, long period, I’ve been troubled with anxiety, and I think part of that is feeling very different and not feeling like I can connect with anyone… I guess the other side of it is the whole cultural ethnic experience I guess of being a different sort of culture, but as I’ve said to you about the sort of arranged marriage and patriarchal system and all the sort of norms that went with it.
My dad died at 52. In the coroner’s report they wrote diabetes, cirrhosis, and smoking. I remember reading that and thinking, yep, fair enough. And I reflect on it nowadays thinking why wasn’t gambling included? Gambling was a huge part of stress effecting the diabetes, effecting the smoking, causing its own death, causing death in its own way through the stress of the gambling, the sort of adrenalin effect of gambling. That’s not good for the heart. That’s not good for the body but also going to work for 12 hours and to be sleeping four hours a day. That’s also not good for the heart. That’s not being appreciated.
My dad never got any professional support and didn’t go to GamCare and wasn’t aware, wasn’t aware of GambleAware or these other charities. Neither was I. Neither was my brother. Neither was my mom. Never been aware. Never accessed them. Even though I work in the space now for the past two years. Still never accessed them. My brother has never accessed them. We probably, we probably should. It would be reasonable. I think if it was any other addiction or any of the harm it would be very reasonable. But clearly, there’s differences in perception and perhaps stigma and shame and guilt, and all these factors perhaps all mean the same thing as well in some ways.
I remember being woken up the day after in the early hours and mum and brother being there crying and telling me that my dad had passed away on the way from work. I was in disbelief. I didn’t know what to think or feel. I remember them crying and then not having the feeling or the desire of feeling like I wanted to cry. Then they told me I should cry, and I just didn’t know whether I should or what I should be feeling. I think that has caused me a tremendous amount of guilt because obviously I realized I didn’t have any part in it, but I do feel quite sad about the whole I miss my dad… I try to be kind to myself and to realize at the time things were very difficult.
I remember the police being called on my dad about a year before he passed away due to domestic violence at home and the police came and me and my mum and my brother didn’t say anything. Once they came, the police knew what had been happening…They took my dad away, and when they asked for a statement, we never said anything because we thought about how it might affect my dad’s job and all of these things and maybe in retrospect, we shouldn’t have. I don’t really know. I don’t think your child should be making these decisions, especially one that’s so emotionally connected.
I think at the age of seven, I was on this sort of religious slash cultural sort of retreat with them at a family friend’s house, but they were sort of organizing some religious teachings. So, my cultural background for my family and my parents is Hinduism. I’ve never been a believer in religion, even from a young age, and I think that’s partly down to my experiences… And so, we were on this sort of religious sort of excursion at a friend’s house. We were playing video games. I remember pulling out a knife. I remember going to the kitchen and getting one of the big knives out and saying I want to kill myself and in front of all these people that I knew as friends.
There were times where I would be contemplating it by myself or saying it to my brother or whatever. I think my childhood was full of these sorts of memories of not wanting to be alive and thinking about suicide, thinking about ways to do it. I was a child, so I don’t know if I actually meant it. I knew I was very upset. And I knew I didn’t want to live at the moment.
We didn’t have a boiler because we couldn’t afford it… So there was always a sort of financial pressure, and obviously there’s been all this weight of debt on my mum and on me as well. I think from a young age, there’s also this idea that me and my brother being able to understand English and yeah, we’ve sort of been managing the household in different ways from a young of age, something that my dad actually encouraged. But also, when he passed away, it sort of did just fall to us to do everything regarding bills and whatever.
Even throughout primary school and secondary school, I would come home and if I didn’t have the keys, I think I’d started to get the keys to the house when I was in year 8 or year 7. But up until that point I would just sit on the wall outside of the house and wait for my dad to come home and often I’d need the toilet after the end of school, and I would just be stuck there. I remember the neighbours saying do you want to come in? And I just felt too shy or anxious to say yes.
I describe my experience of gambling harm being quite like an onion, to my dad and to other family members, to myself. There’s multiple layers to it and to peel back. It’s not just one person, not just one experience. It’s different people including myself, and ongoing as well in different ways.
I started to get a lot of abdominal pain and then I’d come to realize that I’d got something called IBS, which is irritable bowel syndrome, and that’s never felt good to know that I’ve got something that typically affects 30, 40, 50-year-olds at the age of 15 and 16.
This legacy harm this is something that’s going to affect my quality of life for a long period of time, it’s going to affect my mum’s quality of life. She’s still worried about paying off debts. She’s still working too many hours, and she’s got health problems too from working. And no doubt I’ve mental health problems from the issues from childhood.
I was just at home two or three weeks ago for Christmas, and it was pretty awful, actually. I think I’ve always wanted to escape from home, so I even had a panic attack on the way home… I don’t really get panic attacks, but seemingly when I’m travelling back, I seem to do. And I think it is difficult to see family for loads of reasons. I think the ongoing harms, legacy harms. It’s constant worry between us of each other and each of us not doing well in different ways.
I think around this time I started to struggle with my own addictions as well. So, I mentioned alcohol as being part of it, but also drugs started to come into part of it as I turned 18. And as I got into university, some of that continued and that escalated. And so, my own addictions started to develop and just escalate and at the same time my IBS started to escalate and develop, and I just struggled.
My own addictions started to develop and just escalate and at the same time my IBS started to escalate and develop, and I just struggled. So, I basically just managed to scrape by through first, second and third year of three years, the first three years of medicine.
I remember reflecting on the taxonomy of harms not too long ago, and I remember there’s either criminal sort of crime parts of it so there’s like neglect and duress and all the stuff that we experienced where my dad would take us to outside the betting shop and he would go into the betting shop for several hours and I remember being there just sat in the car.
With other sorts of crimes, I think my dad had been engaging with shoplifting to drug sort of consumption. I’m not sure he ever dealt drugs, but I remember actually being outside in the car when he would go inside some houses. I’m sure some funny business was going on and I was just a kid and that happened quite regularly too.
I remember my dad saying he wants to quit many times, and he did have periods where he would abstain from gambling and wouldn’t go to the betting shops. And there were periods also where he would define gambling as sort of sustainable, where he would gamble a certain amount, win a certain amount a day and then stop and I think he was convinced that that could work.
I never told anyone about gambling, not teachers, not anyone at the school, not friends… No one asked me if there was anything going on at home. I was always sort of focused… I didn’t want there to be any complaints to give a reason to my dad to go and hit me or cause abuse or anything like that. I made sure that I didn’t cause any trouble at school and if I did have any problems at school, I would beg them not to tell my dad.
I have been to counselling once which was unrelated to gambling. Well, obviously it was related but gambling just never came up. Perhaps it wasn’t the best of experiences. It felt like obviously, if I didn’t mention gambling, then I think they kind of didn’t understand a lot of it because the big context in my whole life has been gambling.
At first, I was anonymous. I came out of the gambling crisis and that was my way of promoting awareness about the issue. As I started to go on Twitter, I realized that there were many others doing the same. I met up with a few. I started to build a community of people that I could trust and friends and then eventually I de- anonymised a couple of months later.
I just try to engage and motivate and sort of be a part of as many different projects as I can and support other projects. I think we’re all in this together and if you know there’s not millions of us, but thousands of us, maybe. The more we develop and the more we grow, the better for the thing that we’re campaigning for and essentially that would mean less gambling harm and prevention of gambling harm.
My childhood wasn’t really a normal childhood. So, you know, pets, toys, birthdays, all sort of normal childhood things weren’t just really not in my sort of life. But I’m really happy to sort of be exploring some normal things in the past few years and so I’ve got an adorable dog called Bella. She means the world to me.
The age should be increased to something like 25, when the brain is properly matured, and people can make the right decisions and not have student loans. Having £10,000 as I did as a London student from poor financial background, you get £10,000 you get given £10,000 that essentially people have gambled their student loan away, so it just doesn’t make sense for an 18 to 21 year old when they are very unlikely to have the sort of resources to be gambling, even if it’s £10 or £20 and we cannot really afford it, especially as a student if you don’t have an income.
I think people just think 18 is like a magical age where everything should just become and perhaps it should be for things like voting, where it should be encouraged, like maybe it should even be 16 because you start something young, you’re more likely to do it. And if it’s a good thing like voting, maybe if people start voting at 16, they’re more likely to do it when they’re older as well. But if you apply that principle to gambling or smoking or alcohol, would you really want them to be doing it more when they’re older and to be developing addictions?
Stigma that was a huge thing that I experienced as a child even and afterwards in adolescence and it took me even four or five months of knowing about this issue and that it affected so many other people before I decided to de-anonymise. I think part of my other motivation behind whenever I try to speak is that hopefully I’m helping someone else perhaps from a similar background so it can resonate with me. I know people come in all sorts of shapes and sizes and colours and creeds and backgrounds, and hopefully I might be able to help someone who’s got something similar to me, it might help them and help them share. It might help them enter a period of understanding, reflection, and recovery, essentially.