The amount of ignorance about drugs which many people of the society have, and share with others in some attempt to 'educate' on the evils of drugs, is really quite appalling. I've always found the magnitude of society's deep ignorance and misunderstanding about drugs, in all dimensions, to be shocking; even being aware of it for many years, now, it still shocks me - I don't get it. But, that does not really answer the question about drugs themselves.
I suppose I was a bit taken back when I actually used heroin (twice), not being at all opiate-naïve, but being quite surprised about how I felt about it versus how others regard heroin and its use; for me, it was another opiate, about as enjoyable any other opiate (e.g. codeine, morphine, oxycodone, hydrocodone, hydromorphone, buprenorphine, and others). Relative to other opiates, it did not bear any particularly addictive allure nor did it produce any particularly profound euphoria - as I said, it was just another opiate. I didn't feel ashamed or dirty using it or after using it, at all, knowing well that I was safe about my drug use. It didn't make me any more of a dope-fiend or addict than I already was. Now, I do LOVE opiates, but if I were offered a month's supply of heroin or a month's supply of oxycodone or a month's supply of hydrocodone, I really wouldn't be disappointed with whatever I got (so long as I got a month's supply I was offered).
In the same vein, something that did really surprise me back when I was just beginning to actually use drugs, was the truly wondrous euphoria specific to opiates and just how powerful that euphoria was. Nothing is more comforting, more absolutely and utterly assuring and warming, more cozy and coddling, than an opiate, EXCEPT for the true love of another, IME. Before I actually touched an opiate, I knew for a while, more and more consciously, that I would end up falling in love with drugs, and, in fact, opiates, specifically, but to have that verified via my own experiences was incredible. They exceeded the greatest expectations I ever had for any drug. Maybe not exactly the type of answer asked for, but the truth.
I suppose I was a bit taken back when I actually used heroin (twice), not being at all opiate-naïve, but being quite surprised about how I felt about it versus how others regard heroin and its use; for me, it was another opiate, about as enjoyable any other opiate (e.g. codeine, morphine, oxycodone, hydrocodone, hydromorphone, buprenorphine, and others). Relative to other opiates, it did not bear any particularly addictive allure nor did it produce any particularly profound euphoria - as I said, it was just another opiate. I didn't feel ashamed or dirty using it or after using it, at all, knowing well that I was safe about my drug use. It didn't make me any more of a dope-fiend or addict than I already was. Now, I do LOVE opiates, but if I were offered a month's supply of heroin or a month's supply of oxycodone or a month's supply of hydrocodone, I really wouldn't be disappointed with whatever I got (so long as I got a month's supply I was offered).
In the same vein, something that did really surprise me back when I was just beginning to actually use drugs, was the truly wondrous euphoria specific to opiates and just how powerful that euphoria was. Nothing is more comforting, more absolutely and utterly assuring and warming, more cozy and coddling, than an opiate, EXCEPT for the true love of another, IME. Before I actually touched an opiate, I knew for a while, more and more consciously, that I would end up falling in love with drugs, and, in fact, opiates, specifically, but to have that verified via my own experiences was incredible. They exceeded the greatest expectations I ever had for any drug. Maybe not exactly the type of answer asked for, but the truth.
