Hi everyone,
I took 360 mg DXM (Dextromethorphan) at once in the evening and 600 mg DPH (Diphenhydramin) that night (200 mg every 3 hours). The day after, my dad had to leave the house for the whole afternoon and evening, so I was alone and decided to take the 400 mg DPH left in the box after he left. This is the most intense experience of my life, I had a lot of trips with these substances but you should never take that much as it is very dangerous. I'm not going to explain you the first trip because it wasn't that interesting. But sure enough the doses I took that night were still active when I ingested the 400 mg DPH left the day after. It's very long but it's worth it. Oh and also, I'm sorry if I make grammar mistakes, this is not my main language.
In the morning, I heard my dad screaming "I can't believe this ! Fuck fuck fuck. Problems, always problems, dammit !". At that moment, I was sure that he received a letter from the police telling that the pharmacists complained about an abnormal number of medication orders that makes you trip without a prescription (I though the pharmacists spotted me). I started panicking, while telling myself that the truth had to be founded someday or another. My dad calls me, but I act like I'm asleep and don't answer, he says "I'm going to cut everything : computer, tv, you'll have nothing !". I knew it : I got caught.
I fell asleep for 2 hours, I get up and ask my dad what's written on the letter. He answers me very calmly "What letter ?", I answer "Well the police one ! I heard you cussing", he doesn't understand what I'm talking about so I decided to not go into details and tell him it had to be a dream, but I was convinced that he was acting that way on purpose, knowing that the police would take care of my case. I go back into my room, I hear him getting mad again but this time he was whispering "Fuck fuck fuck. I knew it ! I fucking knew it ! That bastard got me" then he called my mother (divorced parents) to explain her the situation, which made me even more paranoid. Moments afer, my dad is about to leave the house for the day, so he comes into my room and tells me nicely that he's going to leave and that he put the dinner in the fridge. I find it very suspect that he's acting like that, but I'm still sure he does it on purpose to let the police give me a lesson.
My dad leaves so I decide to take the 400 mg left telling myself that it'll be a light trip, knowing that I tripped the day before and that my DPH tolerance is high. I've never been so wrong. 30 minutes later, I start to have strong heart spasms which forces me to agitate in all directions to counter the pain, I thought I had done a big mistake, I almost fainted. I prepare my call for an ambulance just in case it gets worse, but it finally ends, thank God. I decide to go in a darker bedroom of the house to see if the hallucinations are already there. I lay on the bed and stare at a chair... I realize that there's a couple on the chair kissing each other. Feeling awkward, I act like I'm on my phone to finally go back into my room. I didn't even question their presence.
Back in my room, I hear the front door opening very slowly and subtle footsteps. Having lost the duplicate key of the house outside in the morning that day, I was convinced that they were burglars who found the key ; I pick a knife, and go downstairs to see what's happening. I observe between the stairs and see someone walking very quietly ; I run downstairs to finally realize that there's nobody, I guess he had enough time to flee. I go back upstairs, and the scene repeats itself : I hear someone, I go downstairs, nobody ! So I look in every room and every wardrobe, still nobody. I decide to put the key in the lock of the front door to make sure that they can't open it again. Now, I can hear teenagers in front of the house saying "he put a key in the lockdoor ! We can't go back. Whatever, there was nothing expensive.", I am relieved.
I go back into my room and see a close friend, thinking it's normal and acting like he was there since the beginning. I ask him to play some video games so we go in front of the TV and start a game. My voice is strange and it was very hard for me to talk correctly, I tell him that my voice is broken and that it's very annoying. I tried to give him a controller several times but he didn't react. I insist, no answer, he's constantly on his phone. I tell him "What's your problem man you didn't come here just to text people and stare at me". I turn the TV off and ask him if he's hungry. I go downstairs, and see my dad with a maniac smile, I guess he'll never want to talk to me again and can't wait until the police comes. My friend joins me, I look into the fridge while my dad and my friend stare at me once again, without saying anything. "What the fuck is y'all problem ?", no answer. It's starting to piss me off. I take the dinner out of the fridge and put it in the oven but having no sense of time, I put it out a few seconds later, I take 2 plates and take them upstairs to finally realize that my friend was gone. Awesome, 2 plates for no reason, I eat one and let the other on the table ; cold pasta, delicious... (I couldn't care less at that moment). I try to communicate with my dad several times, no answer, only that maniac creepy smile, a smile that can't wait to see me suffer, after what I've done behind his back.
Evening is coming. I hear the doorbell ring, I look out the window of my bedroom, well... I'm fucked : a police car. I didn't expect them to come that soon, my heart starts to beat fast. My dad opens the door, I listen from my room and hear "Good evening, we are looking for Mr. (my name)". They are now outside talking. I take this opportunity to hide any suspect thing in my room and rush into the bathroom to wash my face and hair, to look less fucked up, despite my dilated pupils. They still didn't call me, so I go back into my room. 5 minutes later, my dad yells my name, I go downstairs. I open the door, nobody. Where did they go ? I'm confused. I say hello to the flower pot hanging on the wall next to the door, like everything is normal, and she answers "Good evening" (she talked like an old lady so I acted like she was one, although it still was a flower pot with a mouth). I ask her where did they go, no answer. I look at my left and see a group of like 20 bikers, it had to be some kind of meeting, there was even a girl on a scooter that joined them, she smiled at me. I look a bit closer and see my father in the crowd admiring the motorcycles so I decided to go back into my room until he was done having fun. He calls me for the second time, I go outside : the bikers go in and out of the neighbor's house ; I see my dad and he tells me that the cops are inside the neighbor's house and that I must go there. As I get closer to the house, I stop at the entrance and go back home, being too shy to enter the house of people I know little about. I don't understand, why are the cops inside the neighbor's house with a motorcycle club when they came for me ?! 5 minutes later, they call me for the third time. I go outside, still nobody, but the bikers left. I hear knocking at the garden door and wonder why the hell is my dad there. I open the door and yell at him "What's the point of constantly calling me at a place if you keep disappearing everytime I come ?!", he tells me that they are waiting for me in the garden. Fuck it, I go upstairs, I'm sick of this.
I decide to go on the computer and chat with a friend on Facebook to explain him the situation : I got caught, police is here, etc. Weirdly, messages that I didn't even write appear in the conversation, so I tell my friend that it's not me writing, I got hacked. I directly change my password. It's not working, he keeps finding out my new password. I look at my hard drive and realize that it's filling increasingly until no space no more, I check the Internet to find a trojan killer and start it. Nothing works, so I delete ALL my files on my computer, without really thinking.
I hear my dad opening the door, he's back. I ask him "And ? What did the cops tell ?", he's confused and asks "What cops ?", I answer "Well those who were at the front door !", he doesn't understand, so I think to myself "Oh he's acting like nothing happened again" ; he tells me "I wasn't there the whole day I just came back I don't know what you're talking about !". And that's when it hit me, I came back to reality, I realized that nothing that day was real : the letter from the police, my dad getting mad, the couple kissing eachother, the burglars, the friend that came at home, the bikers, the cops : ALL FAKE, ALL HALLUCINATIONS ; I was shocked. Even the hacking story : I didn't get hacked, I just kept forgetting what I wrote and thought that someone else wrote these messages. Even the hard drive that kept filling increasingly, it was fake. 900 gb of files deleted for nothing, great. The whole day was just a staging conducted by my brain. I was actually alone during all that time.
This concludes my crazy and unexpected experience. I still had control over me, I didn't just run outside in the streets wherever I felt like or things like that. I simply acted like all of the situations I described really happened. Today, my legs feel like I ran the whole day yesterday, but I'm mentally feeling good.
Thanks for reading, stay safe.
I took 360 mg DXM (Dextromethorphan) at once in the evening and 600 mg DPH (Diphenhydramin) that night (200 mg every 3 hours). The day after, my dad had to leave the house for the whole afternoon and evening, so I was alone and decided to take the 400 mg DPH left in the box after he left. This is the most intense experience of my life, I had a lot of trips with these substances but you should never take that much as it is very dangerous. I'm not going to explain you the first trip because it wasn't that interesting. But sure enough the doses I took that night were still active when I ingested the 400 mg DPH left the day after. It's very long but it's worth it. Oh and also, I'm sorry if I make grammar mistakes, this is not my main language.
In the morning, I heard my dad screaming "I can't believe this ! Fuck fuck fuck. Problems, always problems, dammit !". At that moment, I was sure that he received a letter from the police telling that the pharmacists complained about an abnormal number of medication orders that makes you trip without a prescription (I though the pharmacists spotted me). I started panicking, while telling myself that the truth had to be founded someday or another. My dad calls me, but I act like I'm asleep and don't answer, he says "I'm going to cut everything : computer, tv, you'll have nothing !". I knew it : I got caught.
I fell asleep for 2 hours, I get up and ask my dad what's written on the letter. He answers me very calmly "What letter ?", I answer "Well the police one ! I heard you cussing", he doesn't understand what I'm talking about so I decided to not go into details and tell him it had to be a dream, but I was convinced that he was acting that way on purpose, knowing that the police would take care of my case. I go back into my room, I hear him getting mad again but this time he was whispering "Fuck fuck fuck. I knew it ! I fucking knew it ! That bastard got me" then he called my mother (divorced parents) to explain her the situation, which made me even more paranoid. Moments afer, my dad is about to leave the house for the day, so he comes into my room and tells me nicely that he's going to leave and that he put the dinner in the fridge. I find it very suspect that he's acting like that, but I'm still sure he does it on purpose to let the police give me a lesson.
My dad leaves so I decide to take the 400 mg left telling myself that it'll be a light trip, knowing that I tripped the day before and that my DPH tolerance is high. I've never been so wrong. 30 minutes later, I start to have strong heart spasms which forces me to agitate in all directions to counter the pain, I thought I had done a big mistake, I almost fainted. I prepare my call for an ambulance just in case it gets worse, but it finally ends, thank God. I decide to go in a darker bedroom of the house to see if the hallucinations are already there. I lay on the bed and stare at a chair... I realize that there's a couple on the chair kissing each other. Feeling awkward, I act like I'm on my phone to finally go back into my room. I didn't even question their presence.
Back in my room, I hear the front door opening very slowly and subtle footsteps. Having lost the duplicate key of the house outside in the morning that day, I was convinced that they were burglars who found the key ; I pick a knife, and go downstairs to see what's happening. I observe between the stairs and see someone walking very quietly ; I run downstairs to finally realize that there's nobody, I guess he had enough time to flee. I go back upstairs, and the scene repeats itself : I hear someone, I go downstairs, nobody ! So I look in every room and every wardrobe, still nobody. I decide to put the key in the lock of the front door to make sure that they can't open it again. Now, I can hear teenagers in front of the house saying "he put a key in the lockdoor ! We can't go back. Whatever, there was nothing expensive.", I am relieved.
I go back into my room and see a close friend, thinking it's normal and acting like he was there since the beginning. I ask him to play some video games so we go in front of the TV and start a game. My voice is strange and it was very hard for me to talk correctly, I tell him that my voice is broken and that it's very annoying. I tried to give him a controller several times but he didn't react. I insist, no answer, he's constantly on his phone. I tell him "What's your problem man you didn't come here just to text people and stare at me". I turn the TV off and ask him if he's hungry. I go downstairs, and see my dad with a maniac smile, I guess he'll never want to talk to me again and can't wait until the police comes. My friend joins me, I look into the fridge while my dad and my friend stare at me once again, without saying anything. "What the fuck is y'all problem ?", no answer. It's starting to piss me off. I take the dinner out of the fridge and put it in the oven but having no sense of time, I put it out a few seconds later, I take 2 plates and take them upstairs to finally realize that my friend was gone. Awesome, 2 plates for no reason, I eat one and let the other on the table ; cold pasta, delicious... (I couldn't care less at that moment). I try to communicate with my dad several times, no answer, only that maniac creepy smile, a smile that can't wait to see me suffer, after what I've done behind his back.
Evening is coming. I hear the doorbell ring, I look out the window of my bedroom, well... I'm fucked : a police car. I didn't expect them to come that soon, my heart starts to beat fast. My dad opens the door, I listen from my room and hear "Good evening, we are looking for Mr. (my name)". They are now outside talking. I take this opportunity to hide any suspect thing in my room and rush into the bathroom to wash my face and hair, to look less fucked up, despite my dilated pupils. They still didn't call me, so I go back into my room. 5 minutes later, my dad yells my name, I go downstairs. I open the door, nobody. Where did they go ? I'm confused. I say hello to the flower pot hanging on the wall next to the door, like everything is normal, and she answers "Good evening" (she talked like an old lady so I acted like she was one, although it still was a flower pot with a mouth). I ask her where did they go, no answer. I look at my left and see a group of like 20 bikers, it had to be some kind of meeting, there was even a girl on a scooter that joined them, she smiled at me. I look a bit closer and see my father in the crowd admiring the motorcycles so I decided to go back into my room until he was done having fun. He calls me for the second time, I go outside : the bikers go in and out of the neighbor's house ; I see my dad and he tells me that the cops are inside the neighbor's house and that I must go there. As I get closer to the house, I stop at the entrance and go back home, being too shy to enter the house of people I know little about. I don't understand, why are the cops inside the neighbor's house with a motorcycle club when they came for me ?! 5 minutes later, they call me for the third time. I go outside, still nobody, but the bikers left. I hear knocking at the garden door and wonder why the hell is my dad there. I open the door and yell at him "What's the point of constantly calling me at a place if you keep disappearing everytime I come ?!", he tells me that they are waiting for me in the garden. Fuck it, I go upstairs, I'm sick of this.
I decide to go on the computer and chat with a friend on Facebook to explain him the situation : I got caught, police is here, etc. Weirdly, messages that I didn't even write appear in the conversation, so I tell my friend that it's not me writing, I got hacked. I directly change my password. It's not working, he keeps finding out my new password. I look at my hard drive and realize that it's filling increasingly until no space no more, I check the Internet to find a trojan killer and start it. Nothing works, so I delete ALL my files on my computer, without really thinking.
I hear my dad opening the door, he's back. I ask him "And ? What did the cops tell ?", he's confused and asks "What cops ?", I answer "Well those who were at the front door !", he doesn't understand, so I think to myself "Oh he's acting like nothing happened again" ; he tells me "I wasn't there the whole day I just came back I don't know what you're talking about !". And that's when it hit me, I came back to reality, I realized that nothing that day was real : the letter from the police, my dad getting mad, the couple kissing eachother, the burglars, the friend that came at home, the bikers, the cops : ALL FAKE, ALL HALLUCINATIONS ; I was shocked. Even the hacking story : I didn't get hacked, I just kept forgetting what I wrote and thought that someone else wrote these messages. Even the hard drive that kept filling increasingly, it was fake. 900 gb of files deleted for nothing, great. The whole day was just a staging conducted by my brain. I was actually alone during all that time.
This concludes my crazy and unexpected experience. I still had control over me, I didn't just run outside in the streets wherever I felt like or things like that. I simply acted like all of the situations I described really happened. Today, my legs feel like I ran the whole day yesterday, but I'm mentally feeling good.
Thanks for reading, stay safe.
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but of course glad that nothing serious happened to you ... these anticholinergics are also called delirants for a reason. In my youth I've once dosed up to 500mg of DPH but nothing happened really, just a weird body sensation and overall tiredness ... but I won't touch any anticholinergics again ever, knowing now what they can do (okay, or .. in the right situation, with the right people, in the right dosage it might well be fun 