This past summer, I ended up having to be committed to an inpatient psychiatric hospital. While I was in there, my family and my ex girlfriend searched my room and found all of my goodies: hash, mescaline hcl, various RCs, ketamine, 2 ounces of "mids" and 1/8 of Snowcap bud, and lots and lots of LSD. I had gotten sloppy and just left everything under my bed in an unlocked box. Well, some of the stuff was in a lock box but they found the key that I "thought" I had hidden well enough.
My parents were pretty understanding. My father had smoked weed when he was younger. He told me that was just the thing to do among his crowd (he was a musician), but he told me that the stuff I had was way stronger than anything he'd ever had and he couldn't believe I'd smoke that sh---t. My mother also was understanding, as was my sister. The girlfriend at that time, well, she couldn't understand why I had so damned much of everything. I tried to explain that I wasn't selling and that, if you go to a store and you see something that you use regularly, and you can buy the economy sized pack, doesn't it make sense to buy it in bulk and safe on money? She didn't understand.
As long as I did what I had to do to get better and learn to manage my bipolar disorder they could care less, apart from the ex that is.
Fortunately my folks were understanding. The only thing that stinks now is that my father (whom I live with now) checks all of my mail to ensure that I am not receiving anything via the routes that I had been using. I can't really get anything anymore and I've been without it long enough to have adjusted. After long enough, and with enough treatment and counseling, I've gotten to a point where the drugs are in my past and I can live without them for the most part.
Besides, I had a lot of good LSD blotter stashed in places they never thought to look so I'm good to take the occasional trip now and again provided that I go to my treatment program and make it to all of my college classes to get good grades.
