BMW my mum is also a nurse(and my dad is a doctor) and she saw plenty of kids die during her nursing career from drugs. This was from the 60's-70's. I always pictured her as somewhat of a hippie bong smoking tripper, as one of her best friends lives in outback Qld and is a major fruitcake, she's 50 and still into LSD and bongs. Anyway, i was quite deluded to think my own mum had tried drugs, she told me some of the stories she had seen and it was the most depressing stuff you could ever imagine. I have no idea how she coped with it as a 17yr old junior nurse.
I told my folks i had smoked a bit of dope in yr 11, and they didn't really care. Now they know i go to raves, i always tell them i don't drop but other people i know do. I initially thought they believed me but now i'm pretty sure they don't. My little brothers reckon i'm on H and crack,and maybe deal to ppl, so i think my folks may know that i've tried a bit more. Especially after one night of raging i got home still spastic, and my mum busted me with massive pupils, being a nurse and all i think she put 2+2 together. They give me heaps of space which is cool, and they trust me which is fantastic, they know that i've been going for a while now that it's safe so i don't think they worry.
They really want to know what happens at raves, and i tell them the truth which is cool as it is kind of a mystery to outsiders. When i tell them what happens there, i make them understand why i keep going back and they appreciate being informed. Dad really has no idea, but i think mum clues him up behind my back, so i'm sure he knows that i drop. Anyways i'm not going to admit it to them for quite a while, until i leave home.
Anhoo hope it has been some help
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