Okay, I am a first timer. I read most all the rules, but if I screw this up somehow please accept my apology. I am a dipper of 22 years. I got started when I was playing baseball back in high school. A buddy of mine got me started with pouches, then I progressed into Copenhagen, then Skoal, then Kodiak, back to Skoal, Timberwolf, etc. Basically any kind of shit I could put in my mouth I would. And let's be honest, it doesn't "taste great". You wouldn't replace a ribeye with this shit. After doing research on this site, it is amazing the amount of chemicals just 1 little dip has. I can't believe how I have allowed this dirt to change who I am or have control over me. I too have had sores in my mouth thinking it was cancer, promising to stop, only to continue dipping. Same thing with stomach pains. Now I am a 38 year old married man with 2 young daughters. I exercise frequently, eat right, drink mostly right. The only thing I do bad is the dipping. Well, that is going to stop. I want to be around to see my daughters grow up. I want to see their kids. I want to stop living in fear, because every time I have any kind of stomach pain, mouth, throat pain, I immediately think of the worst. Getting cancer wouldn't even be the worst thing. It would be the financial loss from it. Insurance wouldn't cover anything. I would leave my family broke and/or in debt. I can't do that to them. They deserve better. I deserve better. I have tried quitting before, with my longest tenure being 8 months. Then I slipped back into the rut from just 1 measly dip. 1 little old dip. Well, this time it won't happen again. I guess I had to learn by experiencing it first hand.
So this Christmas evening, 2013, I sat my family down and had a talk with them. I showed them what snuff is. Told them how I got started. I asked them to be patient with me while I go through the symptoms. I believe getting them involved has kick started me big time. I knew I would get a little agitated at some point. Yesterday I did (after about 18 hours of no snuff--I was a half can a day guy). My oldest daughter did exactly what I told her to do when I got mean, she said "Daddy, don't take it out on us. We believe in you, you can do it." When you hear those words coming out of the mouth of an 8 year old, it just melts your heart. I know I will succeed in quitting this time. Failure is NOT an option. I chose to start dipping, I choose to stop. I know it isn't going to be easy, and I hope you guys don't mind me rambling on and on like this. I probably won't always be this wordy. I just had to put my cards on the table so you know where I am coming from.