To request my boyfriend choose between me and his psychedelics?
Honestly, I love my boyfriend. I've never felt this way about anyone before (and I've... been around the block, so to speak), and he's the only person I've ever been able to imagine myself with possibly long-term (I have huge commitment issues, so that's a big statement for me to admit). However, he was diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia after a particularly bad acid trip last year. There were preexisting signs that he had it, but we thought it was merely depression until he had an LSD-induced psychosis period. The episode lasted him four months... and it was absolute hell... and not just for him. It nearly destroyed our lives, and our relationship. It put me and his family in difficult situations, and was easily the most terrifying/exhausting/trying/depressing experience of my life. We were told we might never get him back because his condition was so far gone.
With lots of anti-psychotic medication, and time in a psychiatric facility, he finally slowly came to. He's been on and off Abilify for the last few months, and is better than he was before the incident.
However, now he wants to put all that in jeopardy again. My relationship. Our lives. His family. He's been really into the idea of taking shrooms, and is getting curious about Cocaine. He's only ever taken Ecstasy, smoked weed (mostly tripped bad), salvia (again, bad trips), shrooms (a lowish dose, that he claims he enjoyed, but who knows what would happen now if he were to try them again) and done acid twice (neither time was a positive experience in the slightest). Post-episode, he's only done weed and Ecstasy. Yet he thinks he'd be just fine now if he does psycs again. He's convinced his mind set is better equip to handle it.
I call bullshit. I'm sure he feels better and has a better mindset... but I don't think that's going to count for jack shit when psychedelics send his Schizophrenia spiraling into fuckville again. He's not cured. It didn't just magically disappear.
The thing is, I won't do it again. I think he's a fucking selfish prick for even considering it. It makes me so bitter and mad sometimes that I've considered breaking it off once or twice, just because I feel as if he'll never get out of this self-destructive cycle so we can actually have a life. I won't bathe and spoon feed him again. I won't watch his parent's hearts break as they beg their son to return to his normal self.
I gave up so much of my time and my heart for him... and now I feel like he's just going to fuck all and piss on that. Like he doesn't give a shit.
I've told him before that it's either me or the psychedelics, but he doesn't seem to take me seriously. I already let him talk me into letting him get back into smoking pot with friends on occasion, and taking Ecstasy once every 4 months. I feel like he's already pushed his boundaries by even pressuring and guilting me into that. I've been more than lenient enough. After what we both went through... HOW DARE he ask any more of me?
I guess what I'm asking is: Do you think I'm overreacting? Am I being a controlling cunt? Should I let him make his own decisions, regardless of how they affect me? Or am I doing the right thing by being concerned about his health and well-being?... Our health and well-being.
And most of all---
How do I get him to take me seriously?
Honestly, I love my boyfriend. I've never felt this way about anyone before (and I've... been around the block, so to speak), and he's the only person I've ever been able to imagine myself with possibly long-term (I have huge commitment issues, so that's a big statement for me to admit). However, he was diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia after a particularly bad acid trip last year. There were preexisting signs that he had it, but we thought it was merely depression until he had an LSD-induced psychosis period. The episode lasted him four months... and it was absolute hell... and not just for him. It nearly destroyed our lives, and our relationship. It put me and his family in difficult situations, and was easily the most terrifying/exhausting/trying/depressing experience of my life. We were told we might never get him back because his condition was so far gone.
With lots of anti-psychotic medication, and time in a psychiatric facility, he finally slowly came to. He's been on and off Abilify for the last few months, and is better than he was before the incident.
However, now he wants to put all that in jeopardy again. My relationship. Our lives. His family. He's been really into the idea of taking shrooms, and is getting curious about Cocaine. He's only ever taken Ecstasy, smoked weed (mostly tripped bad), salvia (again, bad trips), shrooms (a lowish dose, that he claims he enjoyed, but who knows what would happen now if he were to try them again) and done acid twice (neither time was a positive experience in the slightest). Post-episode, he's only done weed and Ecstasy. Yet he thinks he'd be just fine now if he does psycs again. He's convinced his mind set is better equip to handle it.
I call bullshit. I'm sure he feels better and has a better mindset... but I don't think that's going to count for jack shit when psychedelics send his Schizophrenia spiraling into fuckville again. He's not cured. It didn't just magically disappear.
The thing is, I won't do it again. I think he's a fucking selfish prick for even considering it. It makes me so bitter and mad sometimes that I've considered breaking it off once or twice, just because I feel as if he'll never get out of this self-destructive cycle so we can actually have a life. I won't bathe and spoon feed him again. I won't watch his parent's hearts break as they beg their son to return to his normal self.
I gave up so much of my time and my heart for him... and now I feel like he's just going to fuck all and piss on that. Like he doesn't give a shit.
I've told him before that it's either me or the psychedelics, but he doesn't seem to take me seriously. I already let him talk me into letting him get back into smoking pot with friends on occasion, and taking Ecstasy once every 4 months. I feel like he's already pushed his boundaries by even pressuring and guilting me into that. I've been more than lenient enough. After what we both went through... HOW DARE he ask any more of me?
I guess what I'm asking is: Do you think I'm overreacting? Am I being a controlling cunt? Should I let him make his own decisions, regardless of how they affect me? Or am I doing the right thing by being concerned about his health and well-being?... Our health and well-being.
And most of all---
How do I get him to take me seriously?
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