This story is my cats experience, and will take place on two different occasions. She is an experienced smoker. The first experience happened after being clean off drugs for over a month.
First experience:
"I had just arrived in my old home town and an old friend invited me over for a couple bowls out of his bong because I hadn't been able to smoke weed where I had been living before. I agreed, and we headed back to his house. I took one giant rip out of his baby bong and felt the high hit me almost immediately after exhale. I felt super heavy and it was almost painful carrying my bags to O's (my friends) car. I don't remember the drive to my new apartment but I remember being really out of it, not talking and looking at anything, just sort of zoned out. Like I wasn't all there but I was lucid enough to know what was happening. I couldn't even make eye contact with him. We brought my stuff into my apartment, my roommates hopped back into bed while I got ready. As I stood in the doorway watching O leave, something strange started happening. Time started repeating itself over and over. I would open the door and close the door and repeat the process. Unable to stop. It was like I was staring out of my eyes but couldn't control my body. I felt like I was trapped inside myself. I was utterly terrified, weed being the only drug I had tried at the time, I didn't understand what was happening. I started freaking out. Paranoid thoughts filled my head, my heart was racing. All while feeling like I wasn't in myself. My paranoia convinced myself that I had been roofied, but my I knew that wasn't it. Next my head start telling me I was dead, and that my eternal punishment was going to be living through this. Stuck in this apartment, trapped in a loop. Obviously, I really lost my shit right about then, and sunk to the floor holding the door. I couldn't control my movements. I screamed, extremely loud. Hoping someone would come out and help me, calm me down, anything. I didn't know what to think. A new thought formed in my mind, maybe you're hallucinating? This has got to be a trip. I started freaking out, thinking maybe I had taken a psychedelic and couldn't remember. Maybe I wasn't even in this apartment, maybe I was in some other place entirely with a group of people, having just injected something hallucinogenic. My thoughts kept racing and becoming more and more terrifying. Maybe everything that had ever happened to me in my entire life had been false, all a hallucination and that when I came down I would find myself to be a run-down drug addict and complete failure at life. Time kept repeating and I didn't know what to do. I walked out my front door almost in tears, ready to walk to a hospital and tell them I had taken a drug and I didn't know what it was. Halfway down the road I started becoming myself again and I realized this was a stupid idea. I walked home, to find that I had left the front door wide open.
I was too afraid to sleep, and ended up talking to one of my roommates when he got up in the middle of the night for water. He is quite experienced with pot and lots of psychedelics so I asked him about it. His only suggestion was maybe I had smoked weed that had been sprayed with some kind of horse tranquilizer. O didn't have any effects, other than being very stoned."
Her second experience took place two months later and wasn't as intense, but also followed shortly after smoking pot.
Second experience:
"I was sitting in the bathroom having just finished a smoking session out of my roommate B's bong. My other roommate K, who I had been smoking with had briefly left the room to do laundry. I started feeling really heavy, everything I touched, the lighter was a hundred pounds, my necklace around my neck felt like it was crushing me. I took it off and walked into the living room. I don't remember where I was standing in the living room or what happened. But suddenly I found myself standing in the middle of our living room/kitchen split. Having the same disassociation that had happened before. I couldn't control my body, I was staring out through my eyes terrified. I walked to the basement door and stood on the landing. Thoughts racing, what if the last two months were just a hallucination and I'm just back in this part of this again? No, I'm having a psychotic break. I ended up calling out my K's name in a panicked voice and after a few calls she came up. I explained I was having freaking out and talking to her calmed me down. Although I could do nothing but sit on the staircase, I was terrified still and shaking so badly. I couldn't move for a good half hour and during the entire time I sat there, everything felt super loud, it felt as though I was having auditory hallucinations. But I couldn't tell if they were actually happening. The neighbours television was on loud and I could hear the voices but not what they were saying, creaks and cars going by felt right next to me. I also heard a bubbling sound, very slight, like I was under water in a way."
My cat is extremely terrified that what she is experiencing might be some type of psychotic break. Her maternal grandmother suffers from bipolar and she had a distant blood relative (moms cousin) that had paranoid schizophrenia. Although she also thinks that she might have just smoked too much good bud and had a paranoid panic attack. Also- if this is relevant. She dropped acid for the first time about two and a half weeks ago.
Please let me know what you think.
First experience:
"I had just arrived in my old home town and an old friend invited me over for a couple bowls out of his bong because I hadn't been able to smoke weed where I had been living before. I agreed, and we headed back to his house. I took one giant rip out of his baby bong and felt the high hit me almost immediately after exhale. I felt super heavy and it was almost painful carrying my bags to O's (my friends) car. I don't remember the drive to my new apartment but I remember being really out of it, not talking and looking at anything, just sort of zoned out. Like I wasn't all there but I was lucid enough to know what was happening. I couldn't even make eye contact with him. We brought my stuff into my apartment, my roommates hopped back into bed while I got ready. As I stood in the doorway watching O leave, something strange started happening. Time started repeating itself over and over. I would open the door and close the door and repeat the process. Unable to stop. It was like I was staring out of my eyes but couldn't control my body. I felt like I was trapped inside myself. I was utterly terrified, weed being the only drug I had tried at the time, I didn't understand what was happening. I started freaking out. Paranoid thoughts filled my head, my heart was racing. All while feeling like I wasn't in myself. My paranoia convinced myself that I had been roofied, but my I knew that wasn't it. Next my head start telling me I was dead, and that my eternal punishment was going to be living through this. Stuck in this apartment, trapped in a loop. Obviously, I really lost my shit right about then, and sunk to the floor holding the door. I couldn't control my movements. I screamed, extremely loud. Hoping someone would come out and help me, calm me down, anything. I didn't know what to think. A new thought formed in my mind, maybe you're hallucinating? This has got to be a trip. I started freaking out, thinking maybe I had taken a psychedelic and couldn't remember. Maybe I wasn't even in this apartment, maybe I was in some other place entirely with a group of people, having just injected something hallucinogenic. My thoughts kept racing and becoming more and more terrifying. Maybe everything that had ever happened to me in my entire life had been false, all a hallucination and that when I came down I would find myself to be a run-down drug addict and complete failure at life. Time kept repeating and I didn't know what to do. I walked out my front door almost in tears, ready to walk to a hospital and tell them I had taken a drug and I didn't know what it was. Halfway down the road I started becoming myself again and I realized this was a stupid idea. I walked home, to find that I had left the front door wide open.
I was too afraid to sleep, and ended up talking to one of my roommates when he got up in the middle of the night for water. He is quite experienced with pot and lots of psychedelics so I asked him about it. His only suggestion was maybe I had smoked weed that had been sprayed with some kind of horse tranquilizer. O didn't have any effects, other than being very stoned."
Her second experience took place two months later and wasn't as intense, but also followed shortly after smoking pot.
Second experience:
"I was sitting in the bathroom having just finished a smoking session out of my roommate B's bong. My other roommate K, who I had been smoking with had briefly left the room to do laundry. I started feeling really heavy, everything I touched, the lighter was a hundred pounds, my necklace around my neck felt like it was crushing me. I took it off and walked into the living room. I don't remember where I was standing in the living room or what happened. But suddenly I found myself standing in the middle of our living room/kitchen split. Having the same disassociation that had happened before. I couldn't control my body, I was staring out through my eyes terrified. I walked to the basement door and stood on the landing. Thoughts racing, what if the last two months were just a hallucination and I'm just back in this part of this again? No, I'm having a psychotic break. I ended up calling out my K's name in a panicked voice and after a few calls she came up. I explained I was having freaking out and talking to her calmed me down. Although I could do nothing but sit on the staircase, I was terrified still and shaking so badly. I couldn't move for a good half hour and during the entire time I sat there, everything felt super loud, it felt as though I was having auditory hallucinations. But I couldn't tell if they were actually happening. The neighbours television was on loud and I could hear the voices but not what they were saying, creaks and cars going by felt right next to me. I also heard a bubbling sound, very slight, like I was under water in a way."
My cat is extremely terrified that what she is experiencing might be some type of psychotic break. Her maternal grandmother suffers from bipolar and she had a distant blood relative (moms cousin) that had paranoid schizophrenia. Although she also thinks that she might have just smoked too much good bud and had a paranoid panic attack. Also- if this is relevant. She dropped acid for the first time about two and a half weeks ago.
Please let me know what you think.
It scared me so bad I'm afraid to be alone in case it happens again. 