Hey guys, I've actually been following this thread(and those connected from before) for years but never posted because I was 1. too socially nervous/self conscious even though it's anonymous 2. anxious about cops(I'm as bad as Alfred Hitchcock as far as my cop anxiety goes even though I've never technically been arrested, knock on wood!), and 3. I'm pretty incompetent in regards to forums and internet thingys compared with my millennial peers. I can't even type with 2 hands. Oy vey.
Well to hell with all of that. My therapist says I need to go out there and face the world dammit! So I'm starting small with internet forums, and will try my darnedest not to bore you all to tears! lol. Sorry in advance for tangents. So let me introduce myself. If you already knew what my screen name is referencing without googling it then we probably would get along swimmingly as friends! I am not a man, really Cousin Sven wasn't all that manly a character anyways, even with the lederhosen.
I'm a walking talking box of contradictions and often feel stretched rather thin. I am a bipolar Gemini, so I hardly feel like a unified person and am often crippled by decisions(at least decisions that don't involve doing heroin, if it is in front of me it is as good as shot). I am a vegetarian(no meat, fish, other critters) but I detest most all vegetables. I've never been able to finish even half of a small side salad. Leaves are gross. End of story. I did manage through hypnosis to get myself to eat baby carrots in small bites with a bit of dip, and that took a long time. I'm a jack of all trades, was one of those prodigy kids in school, but ended up being a film school dropout after 6 years of undergrad. sigh. Bipolar disorder does not work too well with deadline heavy fields...or school in general. Currently I just work on art and music and am surrounded by musicians in my everyday life. Oddly enough I'm the only one in my entire circle of friends that still does H. Most of my pals are older and were doing it in the 90's and the early 00's and most just got over it on their own or went to rehab.
I've never been comfortable in my own skin, this was just my reality growing up. After going through a lot of painful and traumatic ordeals I had undiagnosed PTSD and when this was beginning to rear its head I found the ONLY thing that worked for me was H. Only in it's grasp could I feel safe, warm, separated from all my stress in life, etc etc. I mean I'm preaching to the choir here, ya'll know what it does. So I first got into it about 7 years ago. My boyfriend at the time was a total junkie. I managed to stay at about 1 bag a day, 2 at most but usually not. Oh those were the days. Anyways eventually I did the rehab thing and relapse but then found a new bf who really wanted me to quit. So I did.
Well it wasn't as easy as just that of course. I had been on suboxone but I tapered myself off on my own and also at the time was prescribed wellbutrin as an antidepressant which acts by upping the dopamine levels. When withdrawal from opiates starts our dopamine levels plummet. So when I was lowering my sub dose I doubled my wellbutrin dose. (Don't try this at home kids, this is experimental psyche med trial territory with myself as my own guinea pig) I had no withdrawal pain, it was incredible. So then I didn't do any smack for well over 5 years. Until...
I was riding the bus one day and low and behold I saw the ever familiar stamped bag that looked as if it had half a dose left in it, just sitting there by my seat, probably fell out of some junkie's bag or pocket when they most likely almost missed their stop from nodding off(a common sight on this particular bus route, at least the route heading north)...yoink! All mine. Didn't even think about it at all. No debate. Case closed. One quick smell and taste of the dusting on my fingertips and I knew it was dope, not only that but it was damn fine dope. Later when I brought it home with me and proceeded to get out my gear it was like visiting an old familiar friend. My little secret affair. Something about iv is almost fetishistic with me. When I shoot I feel like a mad scientist, it also has that pain/pleasure combo that so many folks are into in other parts of life.
Due to my extreme anxiety it took me FOREVER to get up the nerve to go out west and cold cop. I don't have a car for one thing, I'm also by myself, a nerdy looking pale redhead in the hood. Blending in is never an option, the best I can do is have a story that I'm a social activist/volunteer/tutor or something if a cop asks me what I'm doing there which I can fake incredibly well. So to be extra cautious I studied crime data and key locations that kept getting possession/manufacturing arrests and connected the dots, even saw patterns in what times of the day were safer than others to avoid arrest. I went around several different likely spots on a number of occasions at different times a day but came up empty handed...until one day I heard those golden almost lyrical words "hey, what you need?" and the victorious encore of the score "lemme give you my number, I'm ____" from then on I was introduced to a number of folks in their network and used continuously til March of this year, but this time it was 2-3+ bags a day(if it was good) but like always ran into some problems with my suppliers(them going to jail, weird stuff with my backup guy, etc etc) and I was tired of it. I'm poor, I refuse to steal for drugs, I'd rather deal with being sick. But I found a detox and IOP, and have been on and off again with H here and there.
I haven't had any for the past 2 months but I know it's only a matter of time before I go back out there to find a new hookup. I've been craving like crazy. I just don't want my bf to find out about it if I do chip from time to time. It's weird. H is the only drug I've ever had an addiction issue or craving with, of course there's the physical components, but I've smoked cigs casually/socially since I've been 15 and have NEVER felt a craving for nicotine. I've also never been a big drinker. I buy a 6 pack and it lasts over 2 months in my fridge if no one else takes some. I don't like pot, appreciate shrooms/MDMA but don't feel the need to do them all the time, and indeed I've only done them once each and even though I liked them a lot I'm not out on the prowl looking to buy them. Same with coke/other stimulants. Only H and other opiates has such a huge effect on me and brings that escape I crave. Sigh. So that's me, CousinSven. Feel free to say hello, I don't bite! Because my use is so secret I just really appreciate being able to talk about the ups and down and hear your own stories.
I'm sorry this is so long! But I hope to contribute more to the forum as I'm able.

CousinSven