DarkStarCrashes
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So, I consider myself an experienced tripper and had grown quite complacent with LSD in particular. I know better, I am certainly not naive or uneducated, yet this weekend I cannot help but feel responsible for a particularly ugly incident which left my frightened, intrigued, and curious to WHY it happened.
In the past ten years of eating L, I have seen more than one "freak out" or "bad trip", but nothing that prepared me for this weekend. I was with a friend who wanted to dose. I had eaten a 10 strip of WoW, partially because I have a tolerance due to the frequent nature of my dosing, and this friend was ready for a "full out acid trip". Within an hour, he had eaten 6 hits, at which point I advised him to stop. In retrospect, I should have given such advice even earlier.
It may be worth mentioning that this kid, who I will refer to as K, is inexperienced with any drugs other than marijuana, and probably weighs close to 90 pounds soaking wet - yet was more enthusiastic about dosing than most would be. There was a third person with us as well, who I will refer to as W, who is also fairly experienced with L - who ate about 7 hits. Maybe K just wanted to keep up with us when he chose to eat 6 hits, Idk.
Anyways, things started to get weird when W and I were talking to each other, in a conversation that had was initially the 3 of us. K began babbling on and on, seeming oblivious to the fact that we were literally in the middle of a conversation - and would not shut up. He was talking incessantly about any and everything, and trying to communicate all of these "revelations" that he was having and kept interrupting our conversation with things like, "Why are we hear?", "What is reality?", "OMG I get it now", "Eye contact man, eye contact, that's what it's all about?". At first I attempted to answer his questions and share my thoughts about what he was sharing, but he seemed oblivious to anything I was saying, only beginning to immediately talk over me with more and more random questions and statements. This was all during the first 60 minutes of the trip.
After that things started getting weirder, he began running around the room we were in flapping his arms like wings, and laying on the floor making snow angels or something. At this point there was almost no talking to him at all, about anything. He was beginning to grow increasingly incapable of having any sort of dialog whatsoever, and was still babbling on with statements that made less and less sense.
By two hours into the trip, he was literally nonresponsive to any and everything. He couldn't comprehend or answer anything that he was being asked, was not responding to his name, and continued some bizarre behavior. It was around this point he knocked over a candle and the rug almost caught on fire, so I blew out the rest of the candles that we had lit. He then knocked over a big jug of iced tea onto the rug and was rolling in it, so we removed that too. Then he grabbed a roll of paper towels and began ripping them up into little pieces and throwing them around the room. We were attempting to talk to him thoughout this all to no avail at all, it was as if he was in the room completely by himself and my other friend and I were invisible. Well, all of this was going on in the basement of W's moms house, and W's mom was home and upstairs. As cool as she is, due to the condition of K we felt it was imperative to keep him as far away from her as possible to avoid the night taking a tragic turn for the worse and put her in a position where she would have been not unlikely to attempt to get him medical attention, which we were trying to avoid.
K then began running around at full speed, confused, frightened, and unaware of his surroundings - flailing his arms in the air and punching the ceiling, screaming at K and I for no reason, and growing increasingly agitated. I felt the visual and auditory stimulus (the Documentary Gonzo about HST) was not helping, so I put on a Bob Marley cd since K was wearing a Bob Marley t-shirt at the time and I thought the music may help him into a happy place. He was endangering himself more and more by his hysterics and running around, so W and I sat with him on the couch holding his hands. He did not speak for the next two hours and couldn't even turn his head to the sound of his name or answer questions like "Do you like this song? Do you like Bob Marley? Do you know my name? Do you know your name?". I would describe his state as somewhat catatonic, except for the fact that he would randomly begin to flail his body around violently, and attempt to get up and sprint, in which event we would gently and lovingly keep him grounded to the couch. He was open to coaching, and was easy to keep on the couch with us. After several hours of this hand holding, he began to speak again, but only to yell out nonsensical things like "5,6,7,8,9,10!!" "Cigars!!" and then regress back into silence.
Around 8 hours after the trip began he slowly began to return to reality. Unfortunately in that time he managed to urinate all over himself and the couch, and begin making accusations that we were "fucking with him", that he "needs to use the phone to call for help", and that he was afraid he had confided all of his deepest and darkest secrets to him (which he did not). I FINALLY was able to get my hands on some xanax at this time and gave him 3mg which helped A LOT. He was humiliated that he had soiled himself and hid under a blanket for a period of time, and began asking us questions about the night - which he claimed he could not remember any of, as if it were all a black out. We were gentle and tried to be comforting with our answers to him, and tried our best to make his re-assimilation back into reality go as well as possible. He was determined to take some bong rips, which I greatly advised against, but he would not take no for an answer and proceeded to take several hits from the bong and then fall asleep.
By the time we woke up in the morning he was "back to normal" but not himself. Not his old self at least.
I later found out that he is diagnosed with either ADD or ADHD, but is on no medication. If he had dosed at a show, or somewhere more public than where we were, or was not with friends such as W and I to trip sit for him and tend to him the entire night, I have no doubt that things would have gotten far worse than they did.
I am curious why he had this reaction to the LSD? And before any speculation, I am sure that this was in fact LSD and not an analog, an nBOME, a DOx compound, or any other drug. I am guessing that he may have some underlying mental illness that the L tapped into? Could his low body weight have been a contributing factor? Obviously the dose that he ate (~600mcg) played a role, and I feel terrible for the fact that I allowed for him to eat that much when I could have easily stopped him. I have always has a very Timothy Learyesque approach to L, although I will be MUCH more careful or exactly who I decide to dose in the future.
Has anyone else seen a similar reaction to LSD as this? And does anyone have any feedback or ideas about what exactly could have caused his condition, which I suspect was absolutely a severe case of drug induced psychosis?
In the past ten years of eating L, I have seen more than one "freak out" or "bad trip", but nothing that prepared me for this weekend. I was with a friend who wanted to dose. I had eaten a 10 strip of WoW, partially because I have a tolerance due to the frequent nature of my dosing, and this friend was ready for a "full out acid trip". Within an hour, he had eaten 6 hits, at which point I advised him to stop. In retrospect, I should have given such advice even earlier.
It may be worth mentioning that this kid, who I will refer to as K, is inexperienced with any drugs other than marijuana, and probably weighs close to 90 pounds soaking wet - yet was more enthusiastic about dosing than most would be. There was a third person with us as well, who I will refer to as W, who is also fairly experienced with L - who ate about 7 hits. Maybe K just wanted to keep up with us when he chose to eat 6 hits, Idk.
Anyways, things started to get weird when W and I were talking to each other, in a conversation that had was initially the 3 of us. K began babbling on and on, seeming oblivious to the fact that we were literally in the middle of a conversation - and would not shut up. He was talking incessantly about any and everything, and trying to communicate all of these "revelations" that he was having and kept interrupting our conversation with things like, "Why are we hear?", "What is reality?", "OMG I get it now", "Eye contact man, eye contact, that's what it's all about?". At first I attempted to answer his questions and share my thoughts about what he was sharing, but he seemed oblivious to anything I was saying, only beginning to immediately talk over me with more and more random questions and statements. This was all during the first 60 minutes of the trip.
After that things started getting weirder, he began running around the room we were in flapping his arms like wings, and laying on the floor making snow angels or something. At this point there was almost no talking to him at all, about anything. He was beginning to grow increasingly incapable of having any sort of dialog whatsoever, and was still babbling on with statements that made less and less sense.
By two hours into the trip, he was literally nonresponsive to any and everything. He couldn't comprehend or answer anything that he was being asked, was not responding to his name, and continued some bizarre behavior. It was around this point he knocked over a candle and the rug almost caught on fire, so I blew out the rest of the candles that we had lit. He then knocked over a big jug of iced tea onto the rug and was rolling in it, so we removed that too. Then he grabbed a roll of paper towels and began ripping them up into little pieces and throwing them around the room. We were attempting to talk to him thoughout this all to no avail at all, it was as if he was in the room completely by himself and my other friend and I were invisible. Well, all of this was going on in the basement of W's moms house, and W's mom was home and upstairs. As cool as she is, due to the condition of K we felt it was imperative to keep him as far away from her as possible to avoid the night taking a tragic turn for the worse and put her in a position where she would have been not unlikely to attempt to get him medical attention, which we were trying to avoid.
K then began running around at full speed, confused, frightened, and unaware of his surroundings - flailing his arms in the air and punching the ceiling, screaming at K and I for no reason, and growing increasingly agitated. I felt the visual and auditory stimulus (the Documentary Gonzo about HST) was not helping, so I put on a Bob Marley cd since K was wearing a Bob Marley t-shirt at the time and I thought the music may help him into a happy place. He was endangering himself more and more by his hysterics and running around, so W and I sat with him on the couch holding his hands. He did not speak for the next two hours and couldn't even turn his head to the sound of his name or answer questions like "Do you like this song? Do you like Bob Marley? Do you know my name? Do you know your name?". I would describe his state as somewhat catatonic, except for the fact that he would randomly begin to flail his body around violently, and attempt to get up and sprint, in which event we would gently and lovingly keep him grounded to the couch. He was open to coaching, and was easy to keep on the couch with us. After several hours of this hand holding, he began to speak again, but only to yell out nonsensical things like "5,6,7,8,9,10!!" "Cigars!!" and then regress back into silence.
Around 8 hours after the trip began he slowly began to return to reality. Unfortunately in that time he managed to urinate all over himself and the couch, and begin making accusations that we were "fucking with him", that he "needs to use the phone to call for help", and that he was afraid he had confided all of his deepest and darkest secrets to him (which he did not). I FINALLY was able to get my hands on some xanax at this time and gave him 3mg which helped A LOT. He was humiliated that he had soiled himself and hid under a blanket for a period of time, and began asking us questions about the night - which he claimed he could not remember any of, as if it were all a black out. We were gentle and tried to be comforting with our answers to him, and tried our best to make his re-assimilation back into reality go as well as possible. He was determined to take some bong rips, which I greatly advised against, but he would not take no for an answer and proceeded to take several hits from the bong and then fall asleep.
By the time we woke up in the morning he was "back to normal" but not himself. Not his old self at least.
I later found out that he is diagnosed with either ADD or ADHD, but is on no medication. If he had dosed at a show, or somewhere more public than where we were, or was not with friends such as W and I to trip sit for him and tend to him the entire night, I have no doubt that things would have gotten far worse than they did.
I am curious why he had this reaction to the LSD? And before any speculation, I am sure that this was in fact LSD and not an analog, an nBOME, a DOx compound, or any other drug. I am guessing that he may have some underlying mental illness that the L tapped into? Could his low body weight have been a contributing factor? Obviously the dose that he ate (~600mcg) played a role, and I feel terrible for the fact that I allowed for him to eat that much when I could have easily stopped him. I have always has a very Timothy Learyesque approach to L, although I will be MUCH more careful or exactly who I decide to dose in the future.
Has anyone else seen a similar reaction to LSD as this? And does anyone have any feedback or ideas about what exactly could have caused his condition, which I suspect was absolutely a severe case of drug induced psychosis?
