How did you get into the more "hardcore" drugs

[M!$TER-ED]

Mine started with cigarets, then weed. But prior to that I was already into psychedelic rock. I loved listening to Pink Floyd before Dark Side of the Moon came out. I saw Pink Floyd DS of the M in concert with a half a gram of MDA in my system before graduating from high school.
I wanted to try LSD and I did with some buddies and my younger brother at Spring opening of Six Flags over Georgia, never made it inside the gates...went back to the car. My brother and a friend did 1 ½ Fritz the Cat blotter acid, we split up, they were still smoking in the back seat.
Funny, my brother and the other guy went to the back entrance and got in without waiting in line. Meanwhile my bud and I were getting off at the front entrance....We decided to go back to the car and wait for my brother. it's amazing everyone got back together, eventually my brother made it back to the car and we drove back to my house to continue...

I was visiting a friend when I met this guy shooting up MDA in the bathroom. He offered me some and of course I jumped at the occasion. I IV'd a few more times after that, I loved the rush. I've done LSD, mescaline, MDA, PCP, hashish, weed, THC, valium, speed, black tar hash, pills in general, mushrooms, morphine as a result of gall bladder surgery, and other opioids for pain relief.

My favorites are psychedelics

 

[notsmokeymcpot42088]

The version of that one that aired where I live during the time period I grew up had that demonstration -- but by a very manic woman who also (Smashed a guitar I believe) and just trashed her entire apartment than was about to wander outside "And this is what you'll do to other people" Cut commercial --- No! Continue I wanna see that psychopath take that energy into the world!! lol

it was funny but I'm probably remembering in hyperbole

That is also a poor metaphor though --- Here is an egg -- Here is a nicely cooked egg. Which would you rather have your brain be? ---- I don't get the metaphor; well prepared? I mean not thrown on a burner -- what was the question again lol4
(The gov is the guy holding your brain -- I got that part haha)

 

[Deleted member 507397]

Well let's see here, my mother held me hostage in a filthy house out of state with my "Internet boyfriend" when I was 18, with a boyfriend who raped me pregnant twice where I started taking dexedrine and trying to take methadone recreationally. I was told to be homeless. When I returned to my own state and tried to ask for help I was raped and told to use my parents money for rent and given no real time. I met a real piece of shit I thought was my new boyfriend. I moved into a house where my roommate forced me to use my mother's money and interact with her. The only good thing was she was paying for my car. It was an area I needed a car. This roommate gave me oxycontin. My then boyfriend tricked me into moving into an apt with him where he abused me all the time and I made poppy pod and seed tea all the time. He stole my car, I lost it, and he caused me to become evicted with a fucking part time cleaning job I tried to do with scoliosis. They took my poppy pod site offline and put me with gross abusive roommates I didn't even like where they evicted me for my pain causing me to lose that job. I was put on the street in a area where people could use the bus or a car. I started using heroin and meth.

 

[jasperkent]

We used to see this on TV while we were getting high. We always laughed & said Who the hell wants raw eggs?

 

[jasperkent]

started with cigarets

Same.
When I was 12 I'd get a nice rush off of a Marlboro. By 14 I was a pack-a-day smoker.

But it probably started way back in kindergarten when we'd spin round&round or hyperventilate for the dizzying effect. Most kids did it a few times & moved on. Some of us could never get enough.

Really, though, it may have started at birth. In 1959 it was not uncommon for women to request being "knocked out" during childbirth. My Mom did.

I've seen a film of such a birth-- it looked like a stillbirth. The baby was unconscious & had to be revived. This was considered perfectly OK.

So I entered the world fucked up & spent most of my life trying to get that way again. Having my father's alcoholic genes probably didn't help.

I don't blame anyone for the choices I've made. I'm just saying that abuse & addiction are complicated issues that involve many factors: social, psychological, & biochemical.