drewbocop
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Hey guys,
Just an interesting topic I thought I'd bring forth if it has not already been discussed. I am a 27-year-old male in the Midwest United States. My first experience with any sort of powerful stimulant is Methylphenidate. I remember snorting one after another of these at a friend's house playing Crash Bandicoot uninterrupted for hours and hours on end. Teeth grinding, sweat pouring, feet tapping... you get the drift. Next, fast forward to my later years of high school, some friends of mine began goofing around with recreational Adderall XR after one of our best buds had been prescribed it. At first, it seemed we all got blasted off of it, huge pupils, bouncing off the walls, talkative, could drink like fish, could talk up the ladies, and of course shriveled dicks. While others didn't seem as interested in it as I was, I began using it more and more often. It was more of an intermittent use and would use when I could get my grubby little hands on it. Towards the end of senior year, I was a fiend. It was not my first drug love in high school, that was opiates. However, I found myself enjoying every second of being on this Superman power-inducing trip and feeling like the man.
Soon after, I began community college. I had gone the whole break still using heavily and even managing to manipulate my way into a heavy prescription of 10mg IR, 4x/day. Naturally, the wonderful effects drifted further and further away and before I knew it, I was a sleep-deprived, malnourished, skeleton of the strong man of whom I had used to be. My eyes could hardly focus on my papers in class, I had a total and utter lack of devotion to study and writing, and, quite frankly, I didn't give a shit about anything other than my next fat, orange, saccharine line.
Well this travesty went on about another semester before I began dropping classes and actually convincing myself I was incapable of the work. This was simply not true. Nor were the shadow people, the voices from the next bedroom over (uh, hey mom and stepfather *shudder* ), and I said enough was enough, marched into that Indian quack's office, checking the time on his Dexedrine wall clock just to see how long it would take me to be in and out of there for good. And that was that.
NOW, my question. In the last 6 or 7 years since all of this, I have tried several stimulants since. Addreall IR, Adderall XR, Dexedrine, and Vyvanse. It seems I receive very literally ZERO pleasure from these substances what-so-ever now. They simply do nothing. I'd be better off drinking a good cup of coffee. Is there some sort of genetic marker (I suppose you would say) that all but eliminates the positive effects and negative effects such as anxiety from coffee with habitual use, YEARS later? Did I break my brain? Seems odd these substances would just cease to work after not touching them for over half a decade.
Edited 12 years later due to egregious typos from being on... something.
Just an interesting topic I thought I'd bring forth if it has not already been discussed. I am a 27-year-old male in the Midwest United States. My first experience with any sort of powerful stimulant is Methylphenidate. I remember snorting one after another of these at a friend's house playing Crash Bandicoot uninterrupted for hours and hours on end. Teeth grinding, sweat pouring, feet tapping... you get the drift. Next, fast forward to my later years of high school, some friends of mine began goofing around with recreational Adderall XR after one of our best buds had been prescribed it. At first, it seemed we all got blasted off of it, huge pupils, bouncing off the walls, talkative, could drink like fish, could talk up the ladies, and of course shriveled dicks. While others didn't seem as interested in it as I was, I began using it more and more often. It was more of an intermittent use and would use when I could get my grubby little hands on it. Towards the end of senior year, I was a fiend. It was not my first drug love in high school, that was opiates. However, I found myself enjoying every second of being on this Superman power-inducing trip and feeling like the man.
Soon after, I began community college. I had gone the whole break still using heavily and even managing to manipulate my way into a heavy prescription of 10mg IR, 4x/day. Naturally, the wonderful effects drifted further and further away and before I knew it, I was a sleep-deprived, malnourished, skeleton of the strong man of whom I had used to be. My eyes could hardly focus on my papers in class, I had a total and utter lack of devotion to study and writing, and, quite frankly, I didn't give a shit about anything other than my next fat, orange, saccharine line.
Well this travesty went on about another semester before I began dropping classes and actually convincing myself I was incapable of the work. This was simply not true. Nor were the shadow people, the voices from the next bedroom over (uh, hey mom and stepfather *shudder* ), and I said enough was enough, marched into that Indian quack's office, checking the time on his Dexedrine wall clock just to see how long it would take me to be in and out of there for good. And that was that.
NOW, my question. In the last 6 or 7 years since all of this, I have tried several stimulants since. Addreall IR, Adderall XR, Dexedrine, and Vyvanse. It seems I receive very literally ZERO pleasure from these substances what-so-ever now. They simply do nothing. I'd be better off drinking a good cup of coffee. Is there some sort of genetic marker (I suppose you would say) that all but eliminates the positive effects and negative effects such as anxiety from coffee with habitual use, YEARS later? Did I break my brain? Seems odd these substances would just cease to work after not touching them for over half a decade.
Edited 12 years later due to egregious typos from being on... something.
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