Hello everyone.
First and foremost, thank you for this awesome site. I have a feeling it is going to provide a huge help to me as it has already done to others. I will tell my story and try to make it as brief as possible.
I am 26 years old and have been dipping since I was 15. I grew up in the sticks of Tennessee so dipping was pretty much a cultural "norm". I dipped a can a day up until the day I left for basic training at the age of 21. I didn't have time to think about nicotine during basic so it was really quite easy to stop. But, after 8 weeks I got out of basic training and went right back to dipping a can a day.
Fast forward to 6 months ago, January 1st, 2014. Typical addict story, my new year's resolution was to quit dipping. I did all the normal stuff that addicts do, even though I told myself and others around me "I can quit any time I want, I just enjoy it!", wow what a joke. I had never tried to quit before and thought it wouldn't be too bad. I think it was day 3 that I finally hit that mode where, no shit, I was going to punch the next person that looked at me funny. Eventually the rage passed and I was fine. My wife was proud of me when I hit day 30 because she thought I had kicked the habit for good, heck I thought so too.
I made it to 120 days, then that little devil crept up on my shoulder and said "see, you CAN quit any time you want, so why not treat yourself to just one dip?". It started with bumming a dip off of a friend, then next thing you know, I am full blown doing a can a day. The worst part is, I didn't have the intestinal fortitude to tell my wife. She was so proud of me because she knew how hard it was to quit. Then I started sneaking around to get my fix. Staying up late after my wife goes to bed to "watch tv" just to sneak a dip in. Suddenly realizing there was something in the basement that I needed to do, just to go sit in a lawn chair in the dark for 30 minutes to get some nicotine. Having a sudden emergency that required items from the gas station, just so I could have enough dip to supply me through the evening. This routine has been going on for a couple months now. I am ashamed for giving up and going back to it. That brings me to the present day.
I went off to work like any other day this morning(I am stationed in Germany, so my morning is your night for all the US folks). I got a text from my wife that sent anger, frustration, disappointment, and every other emotion in between flooding through my mind. It read "So, still dipping?". Did she know I started again? I have hidden my tracks so well, how could she? Did one of my friends tell her???? At this point, I called her and said, why would you ask that? She said, "You can be honest with me. I found an empty can in the basement that was obviously fresh. I am disappointed you started again, but for god's sake, dont hide it from me." I felt so ashamed, disppointed, and weak. This wasn't just a bad habit, it was a full blown addiction. I thought I had quit, but I didn't know the meaning of QUIT until today. Sure, I stopped for a while, but after reading a lot of stories on this site, I want to QUIT FOREVER.
I couldn't do it on my own, and I think that is mainly because I had no support from people that knew what I was going through. None of my friends want to quit dipping and my wife doesn't use nicotine so she cannot understand the pain and frustration of quitting. That is what brought me to this site. I hope I can learn from you all and have a good group of support to help me on this journey. I also hope that one day I can provide the same inspiration to another person that takes on the same fight to kick this addiction's ass.
-UH60Chief