transitioneer
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Just writing this mainly to vent but also looking for advice if at all possible...
So today, I guess I left my car open and my mom went in it and found a bag of weed and a pack of syringes. I usually am very keen on making sure it's all locked and that I have my keys on me so that no one could check it but today I just forgot... She's been suspicious since this past Sunday when I was on mxe and she could tell I was intoxicated on something. I started living with her again after I went to jail so that I wouldn't be fucking up and doing drugs anymore but I really didn't think using drugs was a terrible thing in the context that I did them, and especially considering how my use was revealed to my family.
I went to jail in January after I blacked out on mxe... I was living with my grandparents at the time, and it was known that I smoked weed, and it was cool with them and my mom, and they let me smoke in the house, knowing that my uncle who lived there also smoked and they would rather him do it there then risk getting caught by doing it elsewhere. I was also fairly open about my use of other drugs too (only psychedelics really) and assumed that it was mostly on a don't ask, don't tell kinda basis... however, after blacking out that one time on mxe I guess my family was worried, as they didn't really know what drugs I was doing and they knew I was fairly depressed so they thought I was trying to kill myself, and thus they called the ambulance. It might also be worth mentioning that my grandpa is an alcoholic and frequently acts quite odd when he is drunk, and I assume this played some part in him calling the paramedics, as there clearly was weed out, among bags, needles and my mg scale, so I don't think anyone would have just called the paramedics and left everything out...
After the paramedics got there, since it was considered an incidental overdose, I guess there was reason for them to search, so the police were called and they found and took what drugs were just laying out, and my phone... From this, they gathered that I was selling drugs and all... but not all of my stuff was confiscated by the police... I found out that what drugs I had hidden were taken by my family after the police left, but the police still did have a fair amount of evidence... After being left in jail for a few days, I only got tried for possession in the 7th degree (which is still pending but likely going to get dropped) and it was decided I would go back to living at my mom's, who also hired a lawyer to help get the case off my record.
Now, I hadn't been living at my mom's for 2 years at this point because my stepdad had kicked me out after he found I was stealing money from him,(nothing major, about $200) and this was ample enough evidence to kick me out, as he already wanted me out prior to me doing anything bad to him. After him and my mother got married he turned physically and emotionally abusive to me, throwing an osciallating fan at me after I didn't put a basketball away on THE FIRST DAY that he moved into our house after they married. After him and my mom bought a house together and I was thus living under his rule, he began to limit my internet access and became overly strict to me and my siblings, but especially me. After many years of this I began to rebel back by stealing what I did, although that was a very big mistake and quite immature of me. My older sister was kicked out before I was, for various reasons, but nothing as directly disrespectful as what I did... and she was also much more stable when she was kicked out. It's also worth mentioning that I did not use any drugs before I got kicked out.
After being kicked out, which was a big hit that I took in the midst of a bunch of other stuff in my life being fucked up, (just out of HS and no clue what I want to do with life, and I had just lost all my friends besides my girlfriend who was very independent which caused my jealousy, and she exploited this a fair bit) I started to live at my grandparents and shortly after began smoking weed.
I found weed to completely change my perspective on things and I began to feel much more confident and find who I really was. It's also worth mentioning that I was working, even before I got kicked out of my mom's, and paid my own car insurance and etc. After about 3 months I began smoking daily and began hanging out with a few old friends. I knew working shitty part time jobs wouldn't pay enough, as they didn't at this point and I really didn't have many expenses. I decided I needed a scenery change to help change my life and gain some direction, so I decided I would move in with my father, who I hadn't lived with and only visited with briefly since I was about 7. It was May of 2010 at the time, which means I was 18... and I decided after moving and settling in, I would begin to attend college down there. I didn't stop smoking although I knew my father was much more strict about drugs, and I had a newly found fascination with psychedelics, but had not yet experienced them.
I started taking summer classes, and found work almost immedietly, although I was still unsure what I really wanted to get from college. My dad caught on that I was using drugs even though I was just smoking and researching psychedelics at the time. He had a very stern view and just assumed any drugs were bad, despite the fact I was showing much improvement from the depression I was plauged with. After he showed no signs of letting go of his strict, ignorant views, I grew fustrated and now that I was on the right path (or so I believed) I decided after the fall 2010 semester that I would move back with my grandparents. My father did not talk to me from the day that I left his house, til about 2 weeks ago, because of how angry he was and despite the fact that I did wish to still have a relationship with him... I just didn't think me smoking weed and dabbling in psychedelics was such a bad thing, as it helped me learn to manage myself and my emotions much better.
I moved back with my grandparents and started using psychedelics more frequently and also began taking supplements and nootropics which was something I did not try to hide but was looking at suspiciously by my family. I was still going to school and working, and also had found the world of RCs. I became interested in neuroscience and pharmacology. I was still going to school maintaining above a 3.0gpa while working 20+hours a week. I began seling RCs I would buy offline to people I knew, just because of how readily available it was and how big of a profit margin there was, but I was still fairly responsible with everything I was doing.
In November, after messing with it a few times and enjoying it, I started to IM ketamine/methoxetamine fairly frequently. I knew from the first time I did ketamine that I had some sort of psychological addiction to it but I didn't think this was abnormal and I was still maintaining above a 3.0gpa in school. After I finished my associates degree I planned to continue on to a 4year school where I could get my degree in neuroscience, and live on campus free from the less than ideal conditions I had at "home." I had no job at the time, due to it being winter, and my job was a summer job, but I was looking for work and also making enough money from selling, which wasn't really too terribly suspicious because I never really went out a lot and spent money and my family knew this.
After I went to jail I realized I was addicted to methoxetamine/ketamine and that is what got me there, and I also realized it was really un necessary to be importing so many RCs and especially to be selling them. My stepdad was reluctant to let me back in the house but my mom saw it as necessary. It was understood I would no longer be using drugs as I have to go to an outpatient rehab center as part of the court ruling, and they test me there. After I saw it was simple to cheat the tests I started occasionally smoking weed after I had found work. The police also still have my phone, and my mom didn't buy me a new one so they really didn't see it possible that I could get drugs. After I realized I could be using again, but much less, and much more discreetly, I had my friend order some RCs for me. I have been working 7 days a week and taking a night class, which is all I could get this semester, since I missed registration while I wqas in jail...
I had been good at hiding my use, since I go to work and come home and sit in my room, because the vibe is just awkward here with how irrational my stepdad is towards me. He still limits my internet time and will lock me out when I step out for a cigarette. (my mom doesn't mind if I smoke as much as I want, because THAT isn't as bad as psychedelics lol 8)) He also doesn't let my little brother or sister (his kids with my mom) show me any attention if he's around, even though I am very good with them and they both really like me. After noticing me walking odd the other day when I stepped out of my room on mxe she's been suspicious, and I guess today when I was careless I left my car unlocked, and she went through it.
She came up to me very angry with the bag of weed and needles. I told her I was just smoking weed and the needles had to be from before I got arrested. Of course I feel terrible about lying but I really do not want to get kicked out here, as I should have enough credits to go to a 4year school and live there quite soon and I really have no idea if I have any other options. She does have no actual proof that I was using the needles which made me think it was viable to argue it. She didn't search my car well obviously, as I found my weed grinder still in there, and she hasn't told my stepdad yet but I am still very nervous. I would love to just leave now but I really can't support myself on my own, and even if I could, I would likely have to give up any idea of going to school and be stuck working shitty part time jobs forever. I know I'm not a dead-end drug addict, but use of any kind looks bad, and especially needles where there is a stigma involved. I could stop using but I just find it hard to, especially when I am stressed out at home, and am working and going to school all the time and now have no social life after being arrested.
I know this was long, but hopefully it was readable. I really just needed to vent but I would appreciate it so much if anyone could offer some advice.
So today, I guess I left my car open and my mom went in it and found a bag of weed and a pack of syringes. I usually am very keen on making sure it's all locked and that I have my keys on me so that no one could check it but today I just forgot... She's been suspicious since this past Sunday when I was on mxe and she could tell I was intoxicated on something. I started living with her again after I went to jail so that I wouldn't be fucking up and doing drugs anymore but I really didn't think using drugs was a terrible thing in the context that I did them, and especially considering how my use was revealed to my family.
I went to jail in January after I blacked out on mxe... I was living with my grandparents at the time, and it was known that I smoked weed, and it was cool with them and my mom, and they let me smoke in the house, knowing that my uncle who lived there also smoked and they would rather him do it there then risk getting caught by doing it elsewhere. I was also fairly open about my use of other drugs too (only psychedelics really) and assumed that it was mostly on a don't ask, don't tell kinda basis... however, after blacking out that one time on mxe I guess my family was worried, as they didn't really know what drugs I was doing and they knew I was fairly depressed so they thought I was trying to kill myself, and thus they called the ambulance. It might also be worth mentioning that my grandpa is an alcoholic and frequently acts quite odd when he is drunk, and I assume this played some part in him calling the paramedics, as there clearly was weed out, among bags, needles and my mg scale, so I don't think anyone would have just called the paramedics and left everything out...
After the paramedics got there, since it was considered an incidental overdose, I guess there was reason for them to search, so the police were called and they found and took what drugs were just laying out, and my phone... From this, they gathered that I was selling drugs and all... but not all of my stuff was confiscated by the police... I found out that what drugs I had hidden were taken by my family after the police left, but the police still did have a fair amount of evidence... After being left in jail for a few days, I only got tried for possession in the 7th degree (which is still pending but likely going to get dropped) and it was decided I would go back to living at my mom's, who also hired a lawyer to help get the case off my record.
Now, I hadn't been living at my mom's for 2 years at this point because my stepdad had kicked me out after he found I was stealing money from him,(nothing major, about $200) and this was ample enough evidence to kick me out, as he already wanted me out prior to me doing anything bad to him. After him and my mother got married he turned physically and emotionally abusive to me, throwing an osciallating fan at me after I didn't put a basketball away on THE FIRST DAY that he moved into our house after they married. After him and my mom bought a house together and I was thus living under his rule, he began to limit my internet access and became overly strict to me and my siblings, but especially me. After many years of this I began to rebel back by stealing what I did, although that was a very big mistake and quite immature of me. My older sister was kicked out before I was, for various reasons, but nothing as directly disrespectful as what I did... and she was also much more stable when she was kicked out. It's also worth mentioning that I did not use any drugs before I got kicked out.
After being kicked out, which was a big hit that I took in the midst of a bunch of other stuff in my life being fucked up, (just out of HS and no clue what I want to do with life, and I had just lost all my friends besides my girlfriend who was very independent which caused my jealousy, and she exploited this a fair bit) I started to live at my grandparents and shortly after began smoking weed.
I found weed to completely change my perspective on things and I began to feel much more confident and find who I really was. It's also worth mentioning that I was working, even before I got kicked out of my mom's, and paid my own car insurance and etc. After about 3 months I began smoking daily and began hanging out with a few old friends. I knew working shitty part time jobs wouldn't pay enough, as they didn't at this point and I really didn't have many expenses. I decided I needed a scenery change to help change my life and gain some direction, so I decided I would move in with my father, who I hadn't lived with and only visited with briefly since I was about 7. It was May of 2010 at the time, which means I was 18... and I decided after moving and settling in, I would begin to attend college down there. I didn't stop smoking although I knew my father was much more strict about drugs, and I had a newly found fascination with psychedelics, but had not yet experienced them.
I started taking summer classes, and found work almost immedietly, although I was still unsure what I really wanted to get from college. My dad caught on that I was using drugs even though I was just smoking and researching psychedelics at the time. He had a very stern view and just assumed any drugs were bad, despite the fact I was showing much improvement from the depression I was plauged with. After he showed no signs of letting go of his strict, ignorant views, I grew fustrated and now that I was on the right path (or so I believed) I decided after the fall 2010 semester that I would move back with my grandparents. My father did not talk to me from the day that I left his house, til about 2 weeks ago, because of how angry he was and despite the fact that I did wish to still have a relationship with him... I just didn't think me smoking weed and dabbling in psychedelics was such a bad thing, as it helped me learn to manage myself and my emotions much better.
I moved back with my grandparents and started using psychedelics more frequently and also began taking supplements and nootropics which was something I did not try to hide but was looking at suspiciously by my family. I was still going to school and working, and also had found the world of RCs. I became interested in neuroscience and pharmacology. I was still going to school maintaining above a 3.0gpa while working 20+hours a week. I began seling RCs I would buy offline to people I knew, just because of how readily available it was and how big of a profit margin there was, but I was still fairly responsible with everything I was doing.
In November, after messing with it a few times and enjoying it, I started to IM ketamine/methoxetamine fairly frequently. I knew from the first time I did ketamine that I had some sort of psychological addiction to it but I didn't think this was abnormal and I was still maintaining above a 3.0gpa in school. After I finished my associates degree I planned to continue on to a 4year school where I could get my degree in neuroscience, and live on campus free from the less than ideal conditions I had at "home." I had no job at the time, due to it being winter, and my job was a summer job, but I was looking for work and also making enough money from selling, which wasn't really too terribly suspicious because I never really went out a lot and spent money and my family knew this.
After I went to jail I realized I was addicted to methoxetamine/ketamine and that is what got me there, and I also realized it was really un necessary to be importing so many RCs and especially to be selling them. My stepdad was reluctant to let me back in the house but my mom saw it as necessary. It was understood I would no longer be using drugs as I have to go to an outpatient rehab center as part of the court ruling, and they test me there. After I saw it was simple to cheat the tests I started occasionally smoking weed after I had found work. The police also still have my phone, and my mom didn't buy me a new one so they really didn't see it possible that I could get drugs. After I realized I could be using again, but much less, and much more discreetly, I had my friend order some RCs for me. I have been working 7 days a week and taking a night class, which is all I could get this semester, since I missed registration while I wqas in jail...
I had been good at hiding my use, since I go to work and come home and sit in my room, because the vibe is just awkward here with how irrational my stepdad is towards me. He still limits my internet time and will lock me out when I step out for a cigarette. (my mom doesn't mind if I smoke as much as I want, because THAT isn't as bad as psychedelics lol 8)) He also doesn't let my little brother or sister (his kids with my mom) show me any attention if he's around, even though I am very good with them and they both really like me. After noticing me walking odd the other day when I stepped out of my room on mxe she's been suspicious, and I guess today when I was careless I left my car unlocked, and she went through it.
She came up to me very angry with the bag of weed and needles. I told her I was just smoking weed and the needles had to be from before I got arrested. Of course I feel terrible about lying but I really do not want to get kicked out here, as I should have enough credits to go to a 4year school and live there quite soon and I really have no idea if I have any other options. She does have no actual proof that I was using the needles which made me think it was viable to argue it. She didn't search my car well obviously, as I found my weed grinder still in there, and she hasn't told my stepdad yet but I am still very nervous. I would love to just leave now but I really can't support myself on my own, and even if I could, I would likely have to give up any idea of going to school and be stuck working shitty part time jobs forever. I know I'm not a dead-end drug addict, but use of any kind looks bad, and especially needles where there is a stigma involved. I could stop using but I just find it hard to, especially when I am stressed out at home, and am working and going to school all the time and now have no social life after being arrested.
I know this was long, but hopefully it was readable. I really just needed to vent but I would appreciate it so much if anyone could offer some advice.
