Mental Health Have you ever come close to being/been arrested as a result of drug use?

[danosaurous22]

I am extraordinarily lucky but not out of the woods yet. Cocaine has almost gotten me arrested several times. Overdoing it and going days without sleeping on crazy binges leads me to do very absurd things in public, nothing destructive but basically just psychotic wandering and acting very very weird. I've had the cops called on me by neighbors and my apartment complex has even identified an "unwelcome intoxicated stranger" wandering the halls at night, without realizing it was me, a tenant there. Cops have come up to me on occasion and asked me if I had seen a suspect roaming around and "acting weird", and somehow in the midst of it I've talked my way out of it the few times that's happened. It's very weird how lucky I've gotten. Locked out of my apartment smoking crack in my car in the back, somehow talked me way out of it even though I was drunk and fucked up when they were interviewing me. Landlords not connecting the dots and I guess nobody really recognized me in those states. Wandering the streets for hours and hours erratically and somehow evading the law even though I was very clearly not with it. This isn't to brag or marvel at it it's more just a sobering thought that any of those 7 or 8 times I was really fucked up in public I could've gotten really really fucked over by the police, for holding and for being intoxicated and whatever. Unfortunately the behavior still continues just a little more careful about it, but man that shit could be life ruining so easily and I am so grateful to have my sanity and not have been arrested.

 

[paranoid android]

You need to stop doing that or your going to get arrested for some bullshit or sent to the psych ward. A guy from the town up from me recently got all fucked up on crack, went running into the woods all paranoid, then beat the windows out of someone house. He was not only locked up in the psych ward but also charged

I realize you havent done anything like that but thres so many ways that interacting with the police can go badly

 

[danosaurous22]

I know man it's so fortunate that didn't happen those times. I don't know if you've experienced that type of psychosis but the behavior is truly inexplicable and I would've gotten booked for it so easy had they caught me at the right place at the right time. I really can't believe that I still have my mind intact from the worst of it all, shit like going outside, hallucinating wildly and coming back inside, hallucinating some more and going outside, all in broad daylight. The worst is at night though where I am truly just holding out til daylight and there's no alcohol for sale and no excuse for just wandering wildly. I can't help but feel these situations were the cops taking pity on me for whatever reason. I was outside smoking a cig tripping hard on coke and a cop pulled up and asked me if I was the one who called the cops on somebody acting really weird, and I just was able to get out of it. He must have known it was me

 

[danosaurous22]

The worst part of it is to get that fucked up I basically have to come up and come down like 30-40 times in a binge, where I'll be tripping the fuck out and can't even stomach any more and then every time I come down from that I do a bigger dose once the psychosis wears off mostly, but then the psychosis will just get worse and worse every time and it's like there's no limit to the insanity regardless of whether I'm coming down in between episodes or not. Torturous drug if you have an appetite for getting super out there

 

[danosaurous22]

That being said my behavior is mainly limited to just standing in place and surveying my environment, or sort of walking quickly so as to avoid seeing any kind of freaky shit in my peripheral. Very strange and noticeable but no RDJr climbing into people's houses and shit. Sure that's a possibility though with enough trials and tribulations

 

[fuckabout89]

I am extraordinarily lucky but not out of the woods yet. Cocaine has almost gotten me arrested several times. Overdoing it and going days without sleeping on crazy binges leads me to do very absurd things in public, nothing destructive but basically just psychotic wandering and acting very very weird. I've had the cops called on me by neighbors and my apartment complex has even identified an "unwelcome intoxicated stranger" wandering the halls at night, without realizing it was me, a tenant there. Cops have come up to me on occasion and asked me if I had seen a suspect roaming around and "acting weird", and somehow in the midst of it I've talked my way out of it the few times that's happened. It's very weird how lucky I've gotten. Locked out of my apartment smoking crack in my car in the back, somehow talked me way out of it even though I was drunk and fucked up when they were interviewing me. Landlords not connecting the dots and I guess nobody really recognized me in those states. Wandering the streets for hours and hours erratically and somehow evading the law even though I was very clearly not with it. This isn't to brag or marvel at it it's more just a sobering thought that any of those 7 or 8 times I was really fucked up in public I could've gotten really really fucked over by the police, for holding and for being intoxicated and whatever. Unfortunately the behavior still continues just a little more careful about it, but man that shit could be life ruining so easily and I am so grateful to have my sanity and not have been arrested.

Ounce you realize non that stuff is real during psychosis it helps you a lot.

 

[danosaurous22]

That's weirdly where I've got to now. I still can't help but act sketchy when I'm losing my mind, but in the first few experiences of psychosis I would be genuinely confused about whether or not my hallucinations were real or just in my head. I would have to leave my apartment because movement in the corner of my eye meant that there was definitely something in the room with me and I was going to be bit or attacked if I stuck around long enough to figure out whether it was real or not.

Nowadays, I've realized that a lot of my hallucinations were really illusions then. It wasn't something coming at me out of thin air, it was a tree branch on the ground or a leaf blowing in the wind or an object on my floor that I was scared shitless of because I was seeing It in a very alien way. Nowadays, when I OD pretty hard I am still terrified and have a lot of crazy ideas of what is in front of me, but it never moves and freaks me out like it used to. I had a realization recently that all of the creatures I used to hallucinate were always totally stationary, with the exceptions being times I was tweaking the fuck out and probably did .5 to 1 g within thirty minutes after being up for at least two days. Those hallucinations still haunt me, but when I do .5 g over the course of a night I am really just in terror because I'm remembering those very very heavy experiences and my body and brain are expecting something as truly as insane as that to happen even though I'm not even close to the requisite dose.

Obviously there's a kindling effect where once you've experienced psychosis in a traumatizing way it's easier and easier to get to that point with smaller doses and less sleep deprivation. But at the risk of sounding stupid there's also a reverse kindling effect where you realize from countless times of that sort of paranoia that nothing really ever happens for real when you're that fucked up, you just get so scared that you lose control over your brain and that's when things get insane. Nowadays I still get freaked the fuck out, but I am able to pinpoint exactly what I'm misinterpreting in my environment. "That's not an animal, that's a tree branch on the ground" "I'm feeling very scared, but I have been in this exact same place countless times before and nothing bad has ever happened to me except when I'm tweaking the fuck out, and even then it's always an audio visual freakout and I never die or get maimed just because I'm considering that possibility."

 

[CalicoCatLover]

I find it a funny question, it's what they don't teach you and they agitate you lying. It's all an unfortunate arrest you are trying to hide....lie that it ruins the mind

 

[Didgital]

I have been arrested several times due to alcohol

Fak.

30 days voluntarily sober so thats cool at least. My last arrest was that bad that it made me WANT to stop (rather than being told to or knowing i should stop).

Was drunk at a public park, I saw a guy from around town who just gives me the creeps. He's an older guy who dates 18 year old women. Every time I see him, he's got some different 18 year old girl. Couldn't hold my tongue, started talking shit tho I never physically approached him. He warned me to stop or he'd call the police, and I say "yeah ok pedo" and went back to my business. That was enough for him to call cops, which arrived in probably >5min. Well I was drunk, they decided to detain me, and 3 cops all grabbed me at once, which startled me. I fell into one of them, and they said "Hey, you pushed me. Now I'm charging you with felony assault on a police officer"

Thank god the judge threw that charge out due to body cam footage. It was enough to scare the shit out of me though. I'm still dealing with Obstruction of a peace officer and harassment and I violated my probation from a DUI a year ago, so yeah my life is absolutely a lot more difficult than it was 6 weeks ago.

You may be lucky so far, but really all it takes is one fuck up, and a life can change.

 

[notsmokeymcpot420]

Arrested yes, couple times but I was well ahead of both and they are exponged from the record --- ALMOST ARRESTED - for like 20 years straight

The stories there are endless. Public -- Im walking over to a buddies to tell him another buddy had killed himself when this guy in a truck drives around the block im walking on 3 damn times revving the engine. I give him the bird the third time. This idiot literally leaves his car at a red light and runs full speed up to me to fight -- and we do, obviously the ppl behind him at the light are honking and making calls.

Somehow they ended up threatening me with assault? Really dude parked his car at a red light hopped out and ran over to beat me? -- I did stand my ground and fight back but pitching me as the instigator had to be tough. Intimidation tactics

 

[latenighter]

Sadly done more than come close, but arrested and convicted multiple times because of my addiction. Trying to avoid any and all police interactions at this point in life.

It's always sobering for me to realize how quickly things can change in this game we play.

 

[billyj]

That's weirdly where I've got to now. I still can't help but act sketchy when I'm losing my mind, but in the first few experiences of psychosis I would be genuinely confused about whether or not my hallucinations were real or just in my head. I would have to leave my apartment because movement in the corner of my eye meant that there was definitely something in the room with me and I was going to be bit or attacked if I stuck around long enough to figure out whether it was real or not.

Nowadays, I've realized that a lot of my hallucinations were really illusions then. It wasn't something coming at me out of thin air, it was a tree branch on the ground or a leaf blowing in the wind or an object on my floor that I was scared shitless of because I was seeing It in a very alien way. Nowadays, when I OD pretty hard I am still terrified and have a lot of crazy ideas of what is in front of me, but it never moves and freaks me out like it used to. I had a realization recently that all of the creatures I used to hallucinate were always totally stationary, with the exceptions being times I was tweaking the fuck out and probably did .5 to 1 g within thirty minutes after being up for at least two days. Those hallucinations still haunt me, but when I do .5 g over the course of a night I am really just in terror because I'm remembering those very very heavy experiences and my body and brain are expecting something as truly as insane as that to happen even though I'm not even close to the requisite dose.

Obviously there's a kindling effect where once you've experienced psychosis in a traumatizing way it's easier and easier to get to that point with smaller doses and less sleep deprivation. But at the risk of sounding stupid there's also a reverse kindling effect where you realize from countless times of that sort of paranoia that nothing really ever happens for real when you're that fucked up, you just get so scared that you lose control over your brain and that's when things get insane. Nowadays I still get freaked the fuck out, but I am able to pinpoint exactly what I'm misinterpreting in my environment. "That's not an animal, that's a tree branch on the ground" "I'm feeling very scared, but I have been in this exact same place countless times before and nothing bad has ever happened to me except when I'm tweaking the fuck out, and even then it's always an audio visual freakout and I never die or get maimed just because I'm considering that possibility."

You are not alone. Every time I take crystal I end up taking too much and have terrifyingly real delusions of the neighbours camped outside my bedroom window, talking and waiting for the police to arrive. It's very lucid and elaborate. Happens every time. Police have never come, I've never even met the neighbours in real life, we have the same landlord and nothing has ever been mentioned. Once I believed they were actually sitting around a table in my bedroom while police were inspecting the other rooms in my house (didn't happen, obvs). The saddest thing is that months and even years later I can't shake the memory of the hallucination, which I can remember in explicit detail and though logically I am very sure it was a hallucination, it still *feels* real - I can remember the fear and the feelings. It's very confusing.

 

[notsmokeymcpot420]

There was another case I was on probation and at a party; a partyhouse I knew well and found myself locked out of the business room.... After asking around why turns out some fcker said I was a snitch than ditched out of the party.

Had to call his ass back to a college party to fight me -- make everyone throw they cell phones in bags to assure noone called the cops. Proceeded to get my ass whooped. That one hurt the pride ... but he was asked to leave the party afterwards and my name was cleared so uff it worth the risk.

One more I dont feel safe about talking about that the dewey decimal system saved me from arrest --- it was over 10 yrs ago im prolly safe but library?

 

[Ptahtek.2.0.1 beta]

hells yeah more than i actually went to jail for shit on me... bu ttbf seems everytime i was actually arrested there was a hater involved.

not to mention the benzo rages that got me in the pokey

 

[kingsfont]

I've been cuffed, arrested, told to go home and sleep it off, etc. etc., but never jailed. I probably could have been arrested and jailed but at the time I was in my own home, so I told the police I'm exercising my right to silence and they need to get a warrant to enter. Eventually they fucked off and left.

 

[bornabuser]

For possession of a small amount of cocaine while out drinking. My drunk ass decided to do a key where I thought I was hidden, but turned out to be right in front of a police car with full headlights on effectively camouflaging the car behind a wall of light. They were not impressed and confiscated my stuff before conducting a very embarassing interrogation in the middle of the street with some of my friends spectacting the whole ordeal equally unimpressed as the police. They filed the heinous crime commited resulting in an absolute discharge as the prosecutors didn't want to be bothered with this bullshit or smth, I don't know and I didn't ask. I was free to go back into gen pop and keep partying without the coke ofc after the interrogation because I behaved well and didn't seem overly inebriated to my big surprise. Tbh, I expected them to atleast ban me from the city for the evening atleast or threaten with the drunk tank but they didn't.

 

[Ozymandeus]

I was inches away from spending the rest of my God given life in a Texas penitentiary one day... my life flashed before my eyes.

I was renting a little studio apartment outside Dallas which I basically turned into my own personal trap house. I was growing mushrooms. I was extracting DMT. I was selling both of those, plus cocaine, pills, acid, weed.... and on top of that I had my own personal private collection of various drugs.

I'd sum it up like this. If a cop walked in and saw what I was doing in there, I would have had 100+ felonies in one charge. In Texas, it would have been 20 to life.

I wasn't some big dealer. I worked a 9 to 5. I was just fucking around in shit I shouldn't have.

One day I am in a hungover daze at 10am and I hear the police knocking. You know how they knock when they aren't fucking around.... "BANG BANG BANG BANG"

I stumble out of bed mostly naked, "who is it??"

"It's the Mesquite Police department, WE HAVE A WARRANT!"

I've only felt weak in the knees twice in my life. That moment, and when I had a kidney stone.

I open the door ready to meet my fate. In fact it was a strange sensation I've never experienced.

"How long have you lived here?"

"Uhhhh about 8 months?"

"Hmmm. Alright. Looks like we had bad information."

Turns out the warrant for was a black woman, the previous tenant, not me.

I still don't understand how those cops didnt just take a wiff of my apartment and know something was up. My entire apartment reeked of mushrooms, dmt, booze, weed, everything.

I had a scale out on my table in view of the door.

I still don't understand how I made it out of that one....

 

[bornabuser]

I was inches away from spending the rest of my God given life in a Texas penitentiary one day... my life flashed before my eyes.

I was renting a little studio apartment outside Dallas which I basically turned into my own personal trap house. I was growing mushrooms. I was extracting DMT. I was selling both of those, plus cocaine, pills, acid, weed.... and on top of that I had my own personal private collection of various drugs.

I'd sum it up like this. If a cop walked in and saw what I was doing in there, I would have had 100+ felonies in one charge. In Texas, it would have been 20 to life.

I wasn't some big dealer. I worked a 9 to 5. I was just fucking around in shit I shouldn't have.

One day I am in a hungover daze at 10am and I hear the police knocking. You know how they knock when they aren't fucking around.... "BANG BANG BANG BANG"

I stumble out of bed mostly naked, "who is it??"

"It's the Mesquite Police department, WE HAVE A WARRANT!"

I've only felt weak in the knees twice in my life. That moment, and when I had a kidney stone.

I open the door ready to meet my fate. In fact it was a strange sensation I've never experienced.

"How long have you lived here?"

"Uhhhh about 8 months?"

"Hmmm. Alright. Looks like we had bad information."

Turns out the warrant for was a black woman, the precious tenant, not me.

I still don't understand how those cops didnt just take a wiff of my apartment and know something was up. My entire apartment reeked of mushrooms, dmt, booze, weed, everything.

I had a scale out on my table in view of the door.

I still don't understand how I made it out of that one....

The policemen were probably overly excited and hyper focused on finding a black woman to harass, only to be met by crushing disappointment when finding you instead effectively taking the fun out of their day lol.

 

[Ozymandeus]

The policemen were probably overly excited and hyper focused on finding a black woman to harass, only to be met by crushing disappointment when finding you instead effectively taking the fun out of their day lol.

Yes, unfortunately that is the impression I got.

I don't look like a guy who would date a black woman with a warrant. I come off nerdy. But I have dated black women and my step mother is black. Lol.

But yeah it was white cops and when they saw my trashy white ass open the door in underwear stinking of booze their demeanor instantly changed.

 

[Ozymandeus]

In fact now that I think about it, if I was black in that situation I surely would be in prison rn.

I still don't understand why those cops didn't interrogate me any further. I wasn't just hungover when I answered the door, not some cute little "oh I'm hungover hehe" euphemism, no. I was FUCKED UP. My whole apartment REAKED of chemicals. I did not try to hide it.

God must have some sort of purpose for me man, because I've had equally close calls with death.