<p>20 or 30 years ago, back when 40% of the adult population used to smoke, I would have assumed that the answer is yes. Now, so few people I know smoke that I’m not so sure.</p>
<p>Unfortunately, I found out this summer that my son smokes. I’d had my suspicions before, but he always denied it. But when he was home in July and August, he got really obvious about it – he’d say he was going for a walk, or going up to the roof to get some fresh air, and come back a while later smelling of tobacco. I’m not <em>that</em> stupid, and eventually he admitted it. </p>
<p>He says it relaxes him and helps him with anxiety, and claims that he only smokes two or three cigarettes a day. I have no idea if he’s telling the truth.</p>
<p>At least he’s not allowed to smoke in his dorm room, either in Chicago or in Vienna, and I don’t allow him to smoke in my apartment, so that necessarily cuts down a little on how much he smokes. Although I suspect that smoking is more common in Europe than here, so that’s not helpful. </p>
<p>I’m kind of embarrassed to make a big deal out of this given the sorts of immediate, serious problems that people generally post about, but I’m pretty upset. Not as upset as I’d be if I found out that he drinks a lot, but more upset, I think, than I’d be if he smoked pot. (I’m not concerned about either of those, since he’s always shared his experiences of that sort. I think he knew how upset I’d be about his smoking cigarettes, and that’s why he tried to hide it for quite some time.)</p>
<p>It occurs to me that this is the first time in his entire life that he’s doing something that really, seriously disappoints me on an ongoing basis. </p>
<p>I’ve tried everything I can think of to talk him into quitting, but I know that there are no magic words. I’m afraid he views what I say as nagging and either ignores me or finds me amusing. At his age, when he still sort of thinks of himself as immortal, the prospect of getting an awful illness 20 or 30 or 40 years from now doesn’t seem to carry much weight. I’ve told him how much I regret having ever started to smoke myself – coincidentally, I was 20, the same age he is now, when I started smoking a couple of months after my mother died following a car accident – and how difficult it was for me to quit. I smoked about a pack a day on average, or close to it, for 15 years, minus a couple of short periods when I tried unsuccessfully to give it up. (I finally gave up smoking for good before he was born, as a bargain with God or the Fates – let him be healthy, and I’ll never have another cigarette. He was, and I haven’t. But I still worry at times about the permanent damage I might have done to my lungs.) I so wish that he wouldn’t put himself in a position where he’ll have to struggle to quit when the time comes that he wants to, and would stop now, when it would still be comparatively easy. It’s frustrating to watch him get started on a habit like this, from a vantage point of having done exactly the same thing once upon a time.</p>
<p>But, as I said, there probably isn’t anything I can do about this. He’ll have to make his own decisions, in his own good time. So I guess this all amounts to nothing more than venting.</p>