I'm 17 years old and am currently in my senior year of high school. This event happened about a week ago. I would STRONGLY urge everyone to stay away from DPH, unless you are doing less than 500mg.
It was the last day of summer break. I had nothing to do, and my parents were at work, so I figured I would have a little fun. Usually in this situation I would turn to my good old friend DXM, but my parents recently called all the stores in town that sell to minors and warned them not to sell to me. I had done DPH three times before, once a 125mg dose to enhance my DXM trip, once a 300mg dose, and once a 600mg dose. The 125mg and 300mg doses turned out fairly well, It wasn't extremely enjoyable or anything, but it was better than being sober. The 600mg dose was when I ran into trouble. A few hours after dosing, being an idiot, I went to talk to my mom for a few minutes. I was shaking uncontrollably, and whenever she would ask me a question or say something, I would reply with something completely irrelevant from what she said. For example, she would ask me something like, 'When are you going to school tomorrow?', and I would say something like, 'I have to meet Austin in the gym tomorrow to play basketball'. That's how much DPH fucks with your mind. I'm not exaggerating this at all, my mind was really that 'out of it'. I also had mild auditory and visual hallucinations during my 600mg trip, including hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, seeing white figures looking at me from across the room, and near the end of my trip, I even saw an 8 foot tall naked man standing at the entrance to my room. These hallucinations were not enjoyable AT ALL, and scared the fuck out of me. I've never been even CLOSE to being that scared before in my life.
Anyways, back on topic. Like I said above, it was the last day of summer break, and my parents were gone. Even though I had a very bad experience with high doses of DPH (600mg), I thought that doing it during the day would not be as scary. I ate 30 Benedryl 25mg Diphenhydramine pills at around 10 A.M., for a total of 750mg DPH. The first hour after ingesting the pills was actually very enjoyable. I noticed moderate euphoria, and it seemed that time slowed down, and everything seemed smaller. I was playing games on my computer, and my keyboard literally looked and feeled two times smaller than usual. However, after the first hour, this trip turned into a nightmare.
After around 11 A.M., I really have no recollection of what I did until about 3-4 P.M. I know I didn't pass out, because when my mom got home at 4 P.M., she said I was on the couch in the living room, staring at the T.V., even though it was turned off. Apparently, I was acting so fucked up and and.. high.. that my mom called the police. Once again, I have no recollection of staring at the T.V. when it was turned off, apparently I actually thought I was watching T.V. Some time later, 5 cops arrived at my house, and came inside and started questioning me. The only question I remember them asking is 'Are you O.K.'? I know they must've said a lot more then that, but that's all I can remember from that part of the day.
Some time later, I was put onto a stretcher, and loaded onto the Ambulance. I remember being on the stretcher, being rolled to the ambulance, and hoping that no one in my neighborhood saw this. I have no idea if any neighbors saw it or not, I couldn't see anyone, but there could've been 20 people watching for all I know. I was loaded onto the ambulance, and then I blacked out from consciousness again apparently, because I have no memories of being driven to the hospital on the ambulance. The next thing I remember is being rolled around on the stretcher in the hospital by a nurse, and eventually they put me in a room with my parents.
They hooked me up to a bunch of cords and shit, to check my heart rate. The only thing I can remember is asking the main doctor what he's studying in college, even though he later said he was 43 years old. Keep in mind, while high on DPH, even though you make no sense to the sober people, everything makes complete sense to you while you're high. The doctors and my parents kept asking me what kind of pills I took that morning because I was obviously high as fuck, and I honestly thought I didn't take anything. That's amazing how it can change how you think like that. All I can remember after that is that I kept having to go to the bathroom literally like every 5 minutes, and I kept pissing into the drug test can because I was too uncoordinated to go to the bathroom.
Also, apparently I kept looking at the monitor by my bed in the hospital, and I thought I was watching a football game. I kept saying 'The Browns are winning' and such. My parents told me I was doing this afterwards, and, of course, I could not remember doing this. My parents also told me afterwards that my heart rate at the peak was up to 150 beats per minute, and at it's lowest, was at 80 beats per minute. That's what really scared me. I easily could have died that day, from a slow or fast heart rate. When we left, my heart rate was at 100-110 beats per minute, which I believe is about normal.
Once again, PLEASE, I beg you, do not do high doses of DPH! Even though you may think that you'll be able to control yourself like I thought I could, you simply can't. I wish I could've read something like this before I decided to do a high dose DPH trip.
If you made it this far, thanks for reading. Spread the news!
It was the last day of summer break. I had nothing to do, and my parents were at work, so I figured I would have a little fun. Usually in this situation I would turn to my good old friend DXM, but my parents recently called all the stores in town that sell to minors and warned them not to sell to me. I had done DPH three times before, once a 125mg dose to enhance my DXM trip, once a 300mg dose, and once a 600mg dose. The 125mg and 300mg doses turned out fairly well, It wasn't extremely enjoyable or anything, but it was better than being sober. The 600mg dose was when I ran into trouble. A few hours after dosing, being an idiot, I went to talk to my mom for a few minutes. I was shaking uncontrollably, and whenever she would ask me a question or say something, I would reply with something completely irrelevant from what she said. For example, she would ask me something like, 'When are you going to school tomorrow?', and I would say something like, 'I have to meet Austin in the gym tomorrow to play basketball'. That's how much DPH fucks with your mind. I'm not exaggerating this at all, my mind was really that 'out of it'. I also had mild auditory and visual hallucinations during my 600mg trip, including hearing footsteps coming down the stairs, seeing white figures looking at me from across the room, and near the end of my trip, I even saw an 8 foot tall naked man standing at the entrance to my room. These hallucinations were not enjoyable AT ALL, and scared the fuck out of me. I've never been even CLOSE to being that scared before in my life.
Anyways, back on topic. Like I said above, it was the last day of summer break, and my parents were gone. Even though I had a very bad experience with high doses of DPH (600mg), I thought that doing it during the day would not be as scary. I ate 30 Benedryl 25mg Diphenhydramine pills at around 10 A.M., for a total of 750mg DPH. The first hour after ingesting the pills was actually very enjoyable. I noticed moderate euphoria, and it seemed that time slowed down, and everything seemed smaller. I was playing games on my computer, and my keyboard literally looked and feeled two times smaller than usual. However, after the first hour, this trip turned into a nightmare.
After around 11 A.M., I really have no recollection of what I did until about 3-4 P.M. I know I didn't pass out, because when my mom got home at 4 P.M., she said I was on the couch in the living room, staring at the T.V., even though it was turned off. Apparently, I was acting so fucked up and and.. high.. that my mom called the police. Once again, I have no recollection of staring at the T.V. when it was turned off, apparently I actually thought I was watching T.V. Some time later, 5 cops arrived at my house, and came inside and started questioning me. The only question I remember them asking is 'Are you O.K.'? I know they must've said a lot more then that, but that's all I can remember from that part of the day.
Some time later, I was put onto a stretcher, and loaded onto the Ambulance. I remember being on the stretcher, being rolled to the ambulance, and hoping that no one in my neighborhood saw this. I have no idea if any neighbors saw it or not, I couldn't see anyone, but there could've been 20 people watching for all I know. I was loaded onto the ambulance, and then I blacked out from consciousness again apparently, because I have no memories of being driven to the hospital on the ambulance. The next thing I remember is being rolled around on the stretcher in the hospital by a nurse, and eventually they put me in a room with my parents.
They hooked me up to a bunch of cords and shit, to check my heart rate. The only thing I can remember is asking the main doctor what he's studying in college, even though he later said he was 43 years old. Keep in mind, while high on DPH, even though you make no sense to the sober people, everything makes complete sense to you while you're high. The doctors and my parents kept asking me what kind of pills I took that morning because I was obviously high as fuck, and I honestly thought I didn't take anything. That's amazing how it can change how you think like that. All I can remember after that is that I kept having to go to the bathroom literally like every 5 minutes, and I kept pissing into the drug test can because I was too uncoordinated to go to the bathroom.
Also, apparently I kept looking at the monitor by my bed in the hospital, and I thought I was watching a football game. I kept saying 'The Browns are winning' and such. My parents told me I was doing this afterwards, and, of course, I could not remember doing this. My parents also told me afterwards that my heart rate at the peak was up to 150 beats per minute, and at it's lowest, was at 80 beats per minute. That's what really scared me. I easily could have died that day, from a slow or fast heart rate. When we left, my heart rate was at 100-110 beats per minute, which I believe is about normal.
Once again, PLEASE, I beg you, do not do high doses of DPH! Even though you may think that you'll be able to control yourself like I thought I could, you simply can't. I wish I could've read something like this before I decided to do a high dose DPH trip.
If you made it this far, thanks for reading. Spread the news!
