Zephyn
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So, this is going to be a ramble. Ill probably post in TDS about it as well. I am still processing this experience.
Background: Around two or so years ago, I met a chick on Facebook, and we started hanging out. She seemed to have a lot in common, like some of our ideas about activism, and how we might use psychedelics to benefit society. We talked of organizing events together, and agreed that much of the psychedelic counterculture might be a psyop to distract certain types of people. Initially I stayed at her place a few times, then she came and lived at my house for a month or so. She showed up with a bunch of psychedelics. Our relationship became sexual on numerous occasions. We decided to take some LSD together, i recall taking it out of her box she was holding and putting it on her tongue. I dont know if that was her plan initially, but it was in a consensual way. During the trip, she started acting really weird. She got paranoid, and said there could be microphones around the house, and asked if we could take a shower together. in the shower, she started crying, legit sobbing tears and then told be she was a DEA agent. She insisted we burn all the drugs in the house. She produced an ounce of DMT (or more) i had no idea she had and set it on fire. I made a Facebook post about it, and when she discovered this, she got in her car and left.
so, despite this experience, her and I reconnected and continued talking. She convinced me she was not in fact a DEA agent, and she was just testing me to see if my exes rumors about my paranoia about the government was true (her and I had plans to travel together, and she said she was worried my paranoia would get in the way). We decided not to travel together after this experience, and I left the country alone. Her and I continued talking through this time. She showed up at a festival i went to upon returning. While there, she acted kind of weird, acting as if her and I were closer than we were in front of people. She told me I should move closer to her, and I got a job offer in her city. I moved there, and a bunch of crazy shit happened, of which i don't think is related, such as getting car jacked multiple times after getting the car returned then stolen again. I think this was unrelated and mostly a result of being a naive and easily manipulated dumbass trying to score heroin in the hood of a more dangerous city than I was used to. At this point she reveals she now has a boyfriend, and we aren't hanging out much.. she invited me to a psychedelic party 3 hours away. The night before the party, I went out to a bar nearby where I was staying, that had some electronic music playing. I struck up a conversation with the guy who had been playing a set, and invited him to the party 3 hours away in the middle of nowhere. He was like "ohhh do you know such-and-such (insert her name here)". Idk if its a small town or what. He declined the invitation, but introduced me to another guy who said he wanted to go. He turned out to be a recruiter in the same industry I work in, and was familiar with the job I was currently interviewing for (even stating the hiring and technical managers names). Him and I drove the 3 hours together through the night, binging on adderall. We threw down on an airbnb together. We fell asleep around 7am. When I awoke, he was gone. I never saw him again. Didn't have his number. Was worried as he was 3 hours from home. The day went by, and I showed up at the party right as it opened.
Trip report: So, a few hours before the party i took some dxm for some reason. (Mostly to help with the amphetamine hangover) I took one bottle of delsym. Pretty quickly after the party started, someone stole my phone, wallet,, and keys. Her boyfriend loans me $100, and I PayPal him. Over the next couple hours, I snorted about a gram of mdma, and took half a hit of acid. Danced for some hours. An hour before it was over, she left the party early, saying goodbye randomly and declined to give me a ride to my place (as I had lost my keys). I continued dancing, and eventually the bar had to close, and party was over. A was surrounded by people I didn't know at all and tripping a bit. I had no keys or phone. People were acting weird and not helpful at all, declining to even let me use their phone, for some reason. People are never that rude to me. someone outside warned me to be careful and get out of there.. Eventually someone gives me my keys, and I leave the building immediately. I start driving and two cars follow me. I crashed my car on purpose slightly into another parked car. The other 2 cars leave. I run off to a bush to wait for the police. The police arrive, and immediately tackle me, slamming my head over and over and then handcuff me. I am put in a car. The police officer is screaming at me "you better start talking now! That girl back there said you raped her!", then I said "what girl!!" (Having never raped anyone and being serious about consent). They were like "your exwife!!" And snickered. I was taken out of the car and put in another one, and driven somewhere. I was pushed to the ground, and told to take my pants off. I couldn't, due to the handcuffs. I was beaten and raped, penetrated in the ass. I dont know if just one or both the cops holding me down penetrated me. I was then taken to the hospital and given a blood test, but ignored when screaming about the rape. I was then booked into jail on a DUI. The nurse at the jail believed me about the rape and I was brought back to the hospital, and given a rape kit (some 8 hours later). They noted injury and blood and took photographs.. I was also interviewed by state police, who assured me, if I was telling the truth at least one of the officers would be put in prison.
Fast forward six months, and I find out the rape kit has no foreign DNA.
A year later, and I'm currently suffering from severe ptsd. Barely able to feed myself or talk, thinking of that night daily. This is compounded by hearing about police brutality everyday on the news.
Now I'm not saying she is DEA, or that the rape was related and was not random violence. Especially considering one of my close friends was shot and killed by cops that same year (he was apparently armed and schizophrenic and known to have violent outbursts such as attacking his mother or brother, not that i think he should have been killed either way but for relevance). I wouldnt put it past that those cops just happened to rape me, and somehow knew I had an exwife.
Background: Around two or so years ago, I met a chick on Facebook, and we started hanging out. She seemed to have a lot in common, like some of our ideas about activism, and how we might use psychedelics to benefit society. We talked of organizing events together, and agreed that much of the psychedelic counterculture might be a psyop to distract certain types of people. Initially I stayed at her place a few times, then she came and lived at my house for a month or so. She showed up with a bunch of psychedelics. Our relationship became sexual on numerous occasions. We decided to take some LSD together, i recall taking it out of her box she was holding and putting it on her tongue. I dont know if that was her plan initially, but it was in a consensual way. During the trip, she started acting really weird. She got paranoid, and said there could be microphones around the house, and asked if we could take a shower together. in the shower, she started crying, legit sobbing tears and then told be she was a DEA agent. She insisted we burn all the drugs in the house. She produced an ounce of DMT (or more) i had no idea she had and set it on fire. I made a Facebook post about it, and when she discovered this, she got in her car and left.
so, despite this experience, her and I reconnected and continued talking. She convinced me she was not in fact a DEA agent, and she was just testing me to see if my exes rumors about my paranoia about the government was true (her and I had plans to travel together, and she said she was worried my paranoia would get in the way). We decided not to travel together after this experience, and I left the country alone. Her and I continued talking through this time. She showed up at a festival i went to upon returning. While there, she acted kind of weird, acting as if her and I were closer than we were in front of people. She told me I should move closer to her, and I got a job offer in her city. I moved there, and a bunch of crazy shit happened, of which i don't think is related, such as getting car jacked multiple times after getting the car returned then stolen again. I think this was unrelated and mostly a result of being a naive and easily manipulated dumbass trying to score heroin in the hood of a more dangerous city than I was used to. At this point she reveals she now has a boyfriend, and we aren't hanging out much.. she invited me to a psychedelic party 3 hours away. The night before the party, I went out to a bar nearby where I was staying, that had some electronic music playing. I struck up a conversation with the guy who had been playing a set, and invited him to the party 3 hours away in the middle of nowhere. He was like "ohhh do you know such-and-such (insert her name here)". Idk if its a small town or what. He declined the invitation, but introduced me to another guy who said he wanted to go. He turned out to be a recruiter in the same industry I work in, and was familiar with the job I was currently interviewing for (even stating the hiring and technical managers names). Him and I drove the 3 hours together through the night, binging on adderall. We threw down on an airbnb together. We fell asleep around 7am. When I awoke, he was gone. I never saw him again. Didn't have his number. Was worried as he was 3 hours from home. The day went by, and I showed up at the party right as it opened.
Trip report: So, a few hours before the party i took some dxm for some reason. (Mostly to help with the amphetamine hangover) I took one bottle of delsym. Pretty quickly after the party started, someone stole my phone, wallet,, and keys. Her boyfriend loans me $100, and I PayPal him. Over the next couple hours, I snorted about a gram of mdma, and took half a hit of acid. Danced for some hours. An hour before it was over, she left the party early, saying goodbye randomly and declined to give me a ride to my place (as I had lost my keys). I continued dancing, and eventually the bar had to close, and party was over. A was surrounded by people I didn't know at all and tripping a bit. I had no keys or phone. People were acting weird and not helpful at all, declining to even let me use their phone, for some reason. People are never that rude to me. someone outside warned me to be careful and get out of there.. Eventually someone gives me my keys, and I leave the building immediately. I start driving and two cars follow me. I crashed my car on purpose slightly into another parked car. The other 2 cars leave. I run off to a bush to wait for the police. The police arrive, and immediately tackle me, slamming my head over and over and then handcuff me. I am put in a car. The police officer is screaming at me "you better start talking now! That girl back there said you raped her!", then I said "what girl!!" (Having never raped anyone and being serious about consent). They were like "your exwife!!" And snickered. I was taken out of the car and put in another one, and driven somewhere. I was pushed to the ground, and told to take my pants off. I couldn't, due to the handcuffs. I was beaten and raped, penetrated in the ass. I dont know if just one or both the cops holding me down penetrated me. I was then taken to the hospital and given a blood test, but ignored when screaming about the rape. I was then booked into jail on a DUI. The nurse at the jail believed me about the rape and I was brought back to the hospital, and given a rape kit (some 8 hours later). They noted injury and blood and took photographs.. I was also interviewed by state police, who assured me, if I was telling the truth at least one of the officers would be put in prison.
Fast forward six months, and I find out the rape kit has no foreign DNA.
A year later, and I'm currently suffering from severe ptsd. Barely able to feed myself or talk, thinking of that night daily. This is compounded by hearing about police brutality everyday on the news.
Now I'm not saying she is DEA, or that the rape was related and was not random violence. Especially considering one of my close friends was shot and killed by cops that same year (he was apparently armed and schizophrenic and known to have violent outbursts such as attacking his mother or brother, not that i think he should have been killed either way but for relevance). I wouldnt put it past that those cops just happened to rape me, and somehow knew I had an exwife.
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