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Ever had parents walk in on you while tripping

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What were you on?
Shrooms etc
Also what happened?
It can be about patents or bosses or whatever..
 
My mom came in my room in the middle of the night while my friend and I were tripping face and asked us what we were doing up still.....the only sentence I could say was "we were just about to eat icecream" :)
 
Not really a parent...but I had a roommate wander in asking to use google maps while I was tripping balls once.

I was on a hefty 4-aco-dmt dose and I had real trouble dealing with what was going on.

It's weird thinking back on it because now I'm like...even if he did notice I was all fucked up, what difference does it make? But at the time I was all paranoid about it.
 
First time I did shrooms my dad came up and talked to me and my friend, it was all chill since he knew what was going on.
 
Yeah. My mom was always very anti-drugs and kind of crazy. One night I had a bunch of friends over and we ate a nice dose of foxy. In the morning I had to go get a shot for school (I was in high school) and she knew something was up. She was pissed and kept demanding to know more about my pupils being so large. I kept my cool (still tripping pretty hard - foxy lasts a while) and then on the way there, she told me she hoped I wasn't on drugs because getting a shot on drugs would kill me. Now, I knew deep down that she was making this up to try and get me to confess, but it was not pleasant to hear tripping none the less. Obviously mother knows nothing about drugs, because telling this to a tripping person could result in a terrible trip IMO. So I get the shots (two, one in each arm) and on the way home she starts repeating the death thing and tells me she hopes I was telling the truth cause if not "KABLAM" - as she slams her fist on the dashboard over and over again.

It was slightly traumatizing, but I was able to contain myself during the experience. A valuable lesson was learned that day though - don't do drugs at my moms house. I had plenty of friends who left us alone while we hung out.
 
I had to communicate only with my roommate while tripping balls on 2C-T-2(20 mg rectally). It is odd, but the communication wasn't very difficult, although, obviously, I didn't want to talk.

As for my parents, they are anti-drug, but I am sure that I would be able to trip around them. I even have the idea to give my mom some 2C-I/4-HO-MET or maybe 4-AcO-DMT. :) Of course, usually I think it is not very good idea. :)
 
yerr quite a few times actually..........

(thruogh i imagine as with alot of you, that your parents shared the same culture and probably tripped harder than you imagine anyway)

but yerr my dad seen me on after effects on dmt, never shrooms n actually neither cid but seen me on alotta stims, kinda lucky as he just smiles n sais ''alright matey'' (saying this he is a right food maniac, if i would not come back when he cooked something lke spag bog, thats hwen he would get angry, dont blame him either spag bog rulesss)
 
foxyloxy55 said:
Yeah. My mom was always very anti-drugs and kind of crazy. One night I had a bunch of friends over and we ate a nice dose of foxy. In the morning I had to go get a shot for school (I was in high school) and she knew something was up. She was pissed and kept demanding to know more about my pupils being so large. I kept my cool (still tripping pretty hard - foxy lasts a while) and then on the way there, she told me she hoped I wasn't on drugs because getting a shot on drugs would kill me. Now, I knew deep down that she was making this up to try and get me to confess, but it was not pleasant to hear tripping none the less. Obviously mother knows nothing about drugs, because telling this to a tripping person could result in a terrible trip IMO. So I get the shots (two, one in each arm) and on the way home she starts repeating the death thing and tells me she hopes I was telling the truth cause if not "KABLAM" - as she slams her fist on the dashboard over and over again.
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wow i could'nt deal with that knowing a loved 1 is lying about such a thing just ot get you to ''confess'' that you have took something.

I would of confessed soon as she hit her fist on dashboard, and said

''don't you think the truamatic experience and scare tactics your putting me throw while yes i am on after effects of a psychadelic is more worse than me actually tripping''

I think in the future, parents will have alot more relaxed attitude towards there kids using drugs. when you have kids and there grown up, i presume you will set boundries on certain things but that majority on mind altering substances will be ok to use, as long as you know they know how to set the balance between fun, work, life ect.....
 
Nope but I had my flat broken into (they kicked the door in but took 'em a while) by knife-wielding thieves whilst on a hefty dose of 2C-E once. Was... interesting. Managed to get out of the house just as they got in fortunately but had to deal with a house full of police taking statements and looking for evidence and stuff whilst utterly cunted afterwards. They didn't seem to notice funnily enough. Suspect they put any "strange behaviour" down to the shock or summat.

When I lived with my parents I'd often bump into them whilst tripping on various things cos I often tripped at home in my room and would go downstairs to get drinks and nibbles or use the computer or whatever. My parents knew that I tripped though so was never an issue.
 
I used to hang out with my parents all the time when I'd be tripping around home 'cause I thought and think they are cool as shit, especially when I'm tripping.

Ketamine / DXM is a different story. That can be a little awkward. One time in my early teens my Mom walked into my bedroom when while I having a OOBE (out of body experience) on a 4th plateau DXM trip. She sat down next to me on the couch and tried to talk to me about what I was on.

You can imagine my confusion at looking down and seeing my mom talking to my limp body. Uhh, I'm up here mom!
 
I registered for my first semester classes 4 hours into my mescaline trip, with my dad. Couldn't see the monitor, screen was just colors.

"So you want tuesday thurs...etc"

Bastard made me click everything
 
I've spoken to my dad before on LSD, and also randomly got a free bookshelf from my neighbor who was moving out the other day while i was on acid.
 
I live in a duplex and my neighbor can be pretty chatty on weekends. Many times he's knocked on my door while I was on some psychedelic and we spend half an hour sitting on the stoop talking about whatever comes to mind. It's remarkably easy to deal with because he has been my neighbor and (dare I say) friend for four years now. I've never told him that I use psychs but who knows what he suspects. Kinda funny sitting and talking about the guys who do our yard maintenance and then whadda ya know, I'm watching the grass grow inches at a time right in front of me! Good times.
 
I decided to do some mushrooms the night my parents were supposed to come home from vacation, but they didn't show all day so I figured I'd be fine. Unfortunately they showed up about 2 hours into my trip, and my pupils were the size of dinner plates and there wasn't really any way of covering it up. I guess I could have just pretended to have gone to sleep but.. instead I came up with the plan of using my little vanity mirror, which has lights all round it, to try and cover up my eyes. They shrank a little, but that was all I needed.
My dad came in and talked to me for about 10 minutes about his trip while I sat there, plucking my eyebrows and politely conversing with him. I managed to pull it off apparently, cause he never said anything..
 
I've talked to my parents many times on rather large doses. For one, even at very high doses, I've always been much better at being cogent than any of my friends (this applies to substances like alcohol too - almost never get stupid unless I'm black out level). Plus, my parents are fine with my drug use because they're not stupid nor naive.
 
I was off my tit on two Pink Panther tabs and was laying on my bed half naked with my headphones on when mum walked in. I didn't hear her come in because i had the music up so loud, plus i had my eyes closed cause i was seeing all types of weird shit..

Anyway, she walked up to me and tapped me on the leg and I fucking shat bricks. I remember jumping up and screaming some out of this world language ..but by the time i figured out what i was doing, she just left with a weird look on her face :\
 
photo albums...

I got home one time, right after an acid peak, and my aunt and mother were in the kitchen looking at photo albums. They had arrived at the house a few hours earlier than expected and I was really surprised to see them. They parked around the block, so I didn't see their car or anything.

In order to seem "normal" I sat with them and looked through 15 years of family history. It was intense.

I wasn't exactly "walked in on", but it definitely interrupted my fun and I thought I'd share.
 
Tripped 2 nights ago at my moms house with some friends. Its out in the country. I talked to my mom with colors dancing behind her and everything breathing and moving. I could close my eyes while talking to her and see myself running through this green fractal cave.

shit was tight
 
had my dad walk in to my buddy on some bloomers to ask us to keep it down he asked my friend why he was laughing so hard and he explained the music was hilarious to which my dad replied "brian theres no music on"
 
No, I never really tripped when I was still living at home - but I did spend my first acid trip with my dad, and split a dose of fresh shrooms once as well. Oh and I fed my dad MDMA for his first and only time, was it during that acidtrip or another time?
And once I did some serious ketamine then watched a movie sitting next to him, insane...

He is super reasonable and has tripped in his younger years. But when I am not really functioning well I wouldn't even think of suggesting to him that I trip at his place.

For a little while now he has a new partner (my parents are long divorced) and he is totally into her... I thought he was done experimenting with shit but turns out he asked a couple doses of 2C-B for me to weigh for them to spice things up in the bedroom. Awesome! I gave him 3 doses of 10 mg, so that he can test the waters for himself one time on forehand. And added a xanax just in case. The woman can be somewhat high strung and is completely new to drugs.
That totally made my day. He felt like he almost couldn't impose asking for a tiny bit of 2C-B... dude! I've got dozens of different things to pick from don't worry!

My mother on the other hand works with addicts though she can put things in perspective a little bit when I tell her about expanded consciousness. Things like GHB and ketamine scare her to death though and well I've fucked up with them in the past... short addictions so to speak, that I kicked without much help eventually.

LOL she doesn't understand why I would not just throw my collection of psychedelics in the garbage - on of my life works!!!

So sorry no real walking in. Housemate's parents have walked in though, the parents of the girl I was dating at the time! I could handle it easily even though the woodworks in the floor were streaming like a river.
 
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