Hi, im a male 24yo new member, I have been away from using drugs recreationaly for ~8 years now.
To most people when they see that i quit when i was 17 they think oh he was never into anything major, well not so, i grew up in NJ and i think about 12 i became a mall-rat, My first drug experience was a whole bottle of Robitussin (DXM) and a blunt, and that was the start of a wild,wonderful,beautiful,crazy,terrifying,dangerous,and heartbreaking ride. And sure there are somethings i would have done differently but as a hole I wouldn't have missed it for the world. The best times of my 5 year experience were the early days of drinking cough syrup and smoking pot, hanging out with friends, you know good times. Then i starting to want a bigger high so i started drinking more syrup and smoking more,
I quickly realized i couldn't keep using dxm at the higher doses, so i got into "Harder" drugs, i tried to get some k from someone i knew but he came back from Newark with heroin instead, i was pissed cuz he wasn't going to give my money back and he didn't want to give me any of the heroin, but i made him, since i had already payed him for k, at the time i didn't know he was a dope head so i started liking that and snorting dope then for awhile till he disappeared then i switched to coke as i was introduced to it by a friend and the town i was in had an excess of coke so it was pretty cheep, eventually started cooking it and smoking it with my friend and blowing through money i would steal, or his paycheck. eventually he had to move away
Then i started partying with whoever wherever and with whatever until i ended up meeting this guy and we started meeting up everyday, he was looking for someone to smoke with and i was the only one that would put up with him when he got all paranoid and wippin out machetes and stalking the windows, and for me he had a truck so we could go down to Newark whenever we had money instead of looking for a ride and having to pay a bag or two, at the time i was still shooting dope and i had a few other friends i would bring down to Newark with use for a few bags, one of them a girl, that i have had a crush on since i was like 5 came with us, and the tension between us was very high neither of us had said anything but it was pretty clear we were both into each other, however one day when we went down to get some dope she got a bad bag, it was horrible i stopped the dope and just smoked after that for a few months then the guy i had been hanging with dosed me with some heavy stuff and took advantage of me, after that i stopped everything and was depressed and caved and got a few bags of heroin, i didn't account for my tolerance dropping and OD'd
When i woke up more then 24hrs latter i couldn't move my legs, it turned out my liver had received the information that i was dead, and was releasing the chemicals to break me down. my family was no help i didn't see a doctor for more then a month when some relatives came by and brought me i had to painfully crawl my way to the bathroom, and i spent most of my day suspended in a bath because it was the only way to relieve the pain. when i got better i started to smoke crack again, with the person who first introduced me to it he moved back and eventually i ended up in a rehab i had already decided to quit but they made me go anyway. as i was under 18 i wasn't aloud to smoke nor would they give me nic patches, 2 weeks latter i had sneaked out to get cigarets and walked through Newark with money and got on a train, that was when i decided i didn't need rehab, and then i moved to PA im now happily married and have a 5yo daughter in kindergarten and am in a lot better frame of mine. thinking of maybe trying some stuff out again, no heroin or coke but maybe k, maybe some psychedelics.
To most people when they see that i quit when i was 17 they think oh he was never into anything major, well not so, i grew up in NJ and i think about 12 i became a mall-rat, My first drug experience was a whole bottle of Robitussin (DXM) and a blunt, and that was the start of a wild,wonderful,beautiful,crazy,terrifying,dangerous,and heartbreaking ride. And sure there are somethings i would have done differently but as a hole I wouldn't have missed it for the world. The best times of my 5 year experience were the early days of drinking cough syrup and smoking pot, hanging out with friends, you know good times. Then i starting to want a bigger high so i started drinking more syrup and smoking more,
I quickly realized i couldn't keep using dxm at the higher doses, so i got into "Harder" drugs, i tried to get some k from someone i knew but he came back from Newark with heroin instead, i was pissed cuz he wasn't going to give my money back and he didn't want to give me any of the heroin, but i made him, since i had already payed him for k, at the time i didn't know he was a dope head so i started liking that and snorting dope then for awhile till he disappeared then i switched to coke as i was introduced to it by a friend and the town i was in had an excess of coke so it was pretty cheep, eventually started cooking it and smoking it with my friend and blowing through money i would steal, or his paycheck. eventually he had to move away
Then i started partying with whoever wherever and with whatever until i ended up meeting this guy and we started meeting up everyday, he was looking for someone to smoke with and i was the only one that would put up with him when he got all paranoid and wippin out machetes and stalking the windows, and for me he had a truck so we could go down to Newark whenever we had money instead of looking for a ride and having to pay a bag or two, at the time i was still shooting dope and i had a few other friends i would bring down to Newark with use for a few bags, one of them a girl, that i have had a crush on since i was like 5 came with us, and the tension between us was very high neither of us had said anything but it was pretty clear we were both into each other, however one day when we went down to get some dope she got a bad bag, it was horrible i stopped the dope and just smoked after that for a few months then the guy i had been hanging with dosed me with some heavy stuff and took advantage of me, after that i stopped everything and was depressed and caved and got a few bags of heroin, i didn't account for my tolerance dropping and OD'd
When i woke up more then 24hrs latter i couldn't move my legs, it turned out my liver had received the information that i was dead, and was releasing the chemicals to break me down. my family was no help i didn't see a doctor for more then a month when some relatives came by and brought me i had to painfully crawl my way to the bathroom, and i spent most of my day suspended in a bath because it was the only way to relieve the pain. when i got better i started to smoke crack again, with the person who first introduced me to it he moved back and eventually i ended up in a rehab i had already decided to quit but they made me go anyway. as i was under 18 i wasn't aloud to smoke nor would they give me nic patches, 2 weeks latter i had sneaked out to get cigarets and walked through Newark with money and got on a train, that was when i decided i didn't need rehab, and then i moved to PA im now happily married and have a 5yo daughter in kindergarten and am in a lot better frame of mine. thinking of maybe trying some stuff out again, no heroin or coke but maybe k, maybe some psychedelics.
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I'm relatively new here, and from Pa, too.