With what to begin? I mean, I can imagine what kind of picture appears before you after such a title. Some next unfortunate, lonely, perhaps, chained to the bed of a person of incomprehensible age, who has nothing in life except a computer ... In fact, well, there will not be a healthy person, a family, declaring dependence on something. You thought so, did not you? And you can not even imagine how wrong you are! ..
I'm normal, I have a husband and two children, a work, a lot of pets and even a hobby, but I'm ready at any moment to throw it all to hell and run to the monitor, once again trying to convince myself: "Only half an hour ...". So what's the problem? The problem is that I began to get satisfaction, thrill, euphoria only, exclusively from the Internet, only from it and from nothing more. Only a monitor, only endless, aimless, endless surfing on sites, a stream of completely unnecessary information that disappears from memory immediately after reading or viewing. That's the trouble. And is it only mine?
We all understand the meaning of the words "alcohol dependence", "drug addiction". We condemn or not, but we clearly understand that this is a problem. It's a disease. This is serious and requires treatment. And certainly none of us wants to be among the dependent. But are we aware of how dangerous the new, completely at first glance, imperceptible dependence on the digital, unreal world of the Internet? This has become an inseparable part of our life. It is everywhere, it is accessible to everyone at any moment, it is convenient and without it it is really often necessary. He is no longer just next to us. He is us.
Well, let me generalize too much. Let not all are still mired in this Internet quagmire. Well, for example, are you? Where are you now? Or also went "for half an hour"? I honestly admit my illness, I'm ready (or not) to fight it. And are you ready to admit that you are in fact no different from an alcoholic or a drug addict, since your "dose" is her, you are currently taking it? Do you also watch a stupid video, read anything, or just jump from one link to another simply because you want to? Aliluya! Welcome to the club of anonymous Internet mana or whatever you want to call us ...
"Well, so what?" - you will say. In fact, what's wrong with the fact that each of us finds something interesting for himself on the expanses of the network? The horror is that in real life we already know how to rejoice, to love, to care, to suffer, to have an opinion, to share it with real people. It's just a disaster when parents and children sit in the same room at different angles each with their gadget and sometimes send each other short messages in the vibe. Our real life disappears, it no longer matters, it depreciates. Why start families and any contacts in real life, if you can do all this on the network without any obligations and with the opportunity to fix it at any time. It's simple: it did not work out - hop - retired - the new profile - everything is super again. And you know what? I really began to think that it's better. Right now I'm here, and my youngest son (he's 5) is sitting sadly in the corner near the box with toys. He already knows that the mother will not play with him, how many do not ask. But the oldest one (he is 15 already) is tightened into the network, he is already sick, he is constantly online, we almost do not communicate.
I tried to heal myself. I lost my 3G connection in the phone, I occupied myself with anything in the house to stay away from the monitor. But the time passed and the breaking began. Oh, yes, this is a real break-up, the most horrible and, incidentally, life-threatening "withdrawal syndrome". It was so bad for me that I wanted to kill everyone, delete it in one go, just like in the computer world, just press “delite”. I thought that dying without the Internet, I will rise in real life, return again to the family, become a normal mother and wife, I will fall in love with my real world, once so cozy and native. But the miracle did not happen. I was not reborn for nothing, I just perished. And surely would die anyway. But I gave up. I fell through. I returned to my Internet planet and finally realized that I was sick.
Hardly I can get out myself. Hardly I seriously want this. I really love my family, my children, my animals, my flowers, but I refuse all this, plunging into the pool of the Internet again and again, again and again. I can not stop this myself. Help me! Shoot me down! And then look back at yourself and your life. Maybe it's not too late? Maybe you are not yet caught up to your ears? Really evaluate the degree of their dependence or ask your relatives and friends to do it. Let them say if they have enough of you or would like more? Have time to escape! Appreciate your life real, then virtual does not tighten, it will not take you away from the family. And with ourselves.