phrenethylamine
Greenlighter
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Forgive me for expecting the mindset here to be more supportive than helpful; exposed to the infinite suffering inherent to the human condition, esp. In case of psychonauts and junkies, regulars of this subforum might be predisposed to provide comfort and consolation which is alas not what I seek today; I sincerely hope to be proved wrong, for I wish to believe we can together conquer the suffering of individuals.
Your sympathy is much appreciated; however, I am here to humbly ask you for information. Anything related to tryptamine hypersensitivity and overdose, especially in regards to mental illness, anything that you might have read, heard, seen or experienced and you thing that might be of help to us, will help me figure this out.
This post wound up quite long. I've been writing it for an hour or so. I will now hurry to post it before I get stuck re-reading and editing it for another hour. I'm missing the point already. I will repost it, abridged, in the psychedelics subforum, as well as reddit's /r/drugs; and I will send it to erowid since they look like they could use moxy trip reports.
Background:
She's slowly going crazy in my arms
A few years ago we were in high school, smoked weed once or twice a week, but later it started only making her feel unwell, so we stopped
Of course weed's an entire different science - and there's a lot of bad weed round these parts
Two or three years ago she took heroin for the first time; visibly shaken, reported a psychedelic trip the likes of which I have long sought, and would not expect even from lsd. In recent months, started taking heroin again with varying frequency, but keeping her habit well in check for now: she is the most inhumanely responsible person I have ever met.
The above, among other of her personality traits, probably due to schizoid personality disorder (covert type); predisposition towards schizophrenia likely due to diagnosed grandparent. Also condition of renal system is suboptimal: frequent cystitis, kidneys sensitive to cold.
Her poetry and drawings, as well as the music she composes, have born a remarkably psychedelic quality before she had ever experienced any psychoactives whatsoever. In her early teens she had a tendency towards vivid daydreaming, which later subsided. Prone to mood swings, though not unprovoked - in minutes can change from kind, sensitive, truly caring, to cold, stubborn, violent. She's stressed - it takes her tremendous amounts of effort to keep up with daily life because, where she is in it, keeping up means having to excel at everything.
Over the last year, she reported occassionally seeing things, and, in last months, several moments of psychosis have made her, and me, worried about her mental health. As usual, a multitude of reasons not to seek qualified help; most prominently, due to where on planet earth we live, finding adequate medical help is next to impossible.
Incident:
Month ago, she took shrooms twice, had respectively: bad trip and horribly bad trip. Once found no rest from 7pm to 4am due to vivid, morbid, cevs and oevs. Never again.
5-6 hours ago we had some 5-meo-mipt (was there ~10-15mg in that capsule? Cant be sure) in a comfortable home setting. Here's what happened her.
In 15 minutes, shes 'feeling weird'; in 30 her body starts aching; and then, madness. Oevs that, judging from the look on her face, were unbearably horrid. Mentioned people with skin flaking off and shit like that before becoming speechless.
And then, catatonia. Shallow breathing and foam from mouth. I keep speaking to her, encouraging her that she's going to be fine. I'm not good at this. But sometimes she responds.
She was like this for a little over half an hour. She makes a familiar gesture and I frantically scramble for pen and paper. She scribbles "cant breathe, cant speak". 'father' she utters, but we are relieved to see that the piece of paper was just an old phone bill and not one of her father's documents. Slowly regains speech. Afraid of not being able to sing ever again. I bring her a guitar and she sings in a frail voice.
I make the mental link between this and her shroom trips, she's hypersensitive to tryptamine alkaloids, and I curse myself for offering her those pills. As soon as she can stand, we go back and forth between rooms as she struggles with pains in chest and abdomen. Reports really tense throat and vocal folds.
And while the last bit was completely in her mind, now her body takes the hit. What I suppose is that her nervous system, shaken by what the tryptamine overdose did to it, was left easily susceptible to all the side effects of whatever uppers the cap had most likely been cut with. It took her half an hour to regain some control over her body; still very ill at this point, she asks for her brother (he and his girlfriend are our roommates). She would never bother him if she wasn't feeling really bad; you probably already expect that she doesn't like asking anyone for help. Truly, with what her problems are like, and with what everyone around us is like, help is more trouble than it's worth.
Her brother wakes up. He smokes weed daily and is no stranger to amphetamines. An avid party-goer, he has seen his share of sick people, and judges her to be okay. That's the first good news for tonight - I really can't tell how well she's doing, and neither can she. He stays with us for half an hour and we discuss her condition for a while - she's mostly herself now, only a very suffering herself.
Mind you, I took a pill with her. And I would've enjoyed eating two. Had this ordeal not happened, the effect that the pill had on me would be pleasant. So it's obviously something with her body's chemistry that isn't right. I looked up info on 5-ht2a receptors; sounds close.
So this brings us to the present moment. I am sitting next to her bed, and I am waking her up every ten minutes, as she asked. She goes back to sleep in seconds. She's tired, but odds are she'll be fine. I'll obviously keep her off psychedelics, as well as heroin - which, although not nearly as destructive to her as tryptamines have shown to be, isn't doing her any good, either.
Your sympathy is much appreciated; however, I am here to humbly ask you for information. Anything related to tryptamine hypersensitivity and overdose, especially in regards to mental illness, anything that you might have read, heard, seen or experienced and you thing that might be of help to us, will help me figure this out.
This post wound up quite long. I've been writing it for an hour or so. I will now hurry to post it before I get stuck re-reading and editing it for another hour. I'm missing the point already. I will repost it, abridged, in the psychedelics subforum, as well as reddit's /r/drugs; and I will send it to erowid since they look like they could use moxy trip reports.
Background:
She's slowly going crazy in my arms
A few years ago we were in high school, smoked weed once or twice a week, but later it started only making her feel unwell, so we stopped
Of course weed's an entire different science - and there's a lot of bad weed round these parts
Two or three years ago she took heroin for the first time; visibly shaken, reported a psychedelic trip the likes of which I have long sought, and would not expect even from lsd. In recent months, started taking heroin again with varying frequency, but keeping her habit well in check for now: she is the most inhumanely responsible person I have ever met.
The above, among other of her personality traits, probably due to schizoid personality disorder (covert type); predisposition towards schizophrenia likely due to diagnosed grandparent. Also condition of renal system is suboptimal: frequent cystitis, kidneys sensitive to cold.
Her poetry and drawings, as well as the music she composes, have born a remarkably psychedelic quality before she had ever experienced any psychoactives whatsoever. In her early teens she had a tendency towards vivid daydreaming, which later subsided. Prone to mood swings, though not unprovoked - in minutes can change from kind, sensitive, truly caring, to cold, stubborn, violent. She's stressed - it takes her tremendous amounts of effort to keep up with daily life because, where she is in it, keeping up means having to excel at everything.
Over the last year, she reported occassionally seeing things, and, in last months, several moments of psychosis have made her, and me, worried about her mental health. As usual, a multitude of reasons not to seek qualified help; most prominently, due to where on planet earth we live, finding adequate medical help is next to impossible.
Incident:
Month ago, she took shrooms twice, had respectively: bad trip and horribly bad trip. Once found no rest from 7pm to 4am due to vivid, morbid, cevs and oevs. Never again.
5-6 hours ago we had some 5-meo-mipt (was there ~10-15mg in that capsule? Cant be sure) in a comfortable home setting. Here's what happened her.
In 15 minutes, shes 'feeling weird'; in 30 her body starts aching; and then, madness. Oevs that, judging from the look on her face, were unbearably horrid. Mentioned people with skin flaking off and shit like that before becoming speechless.
And then, catatonia. Shallow breathing and foam from mouth. I keep speaking to her, encouraging her that she's going to be fine. I'm not good at this. But sometimes she responds.
She was like this for a little over half an hour. She makes a familiar gesture and I frantically scramble for pen and paper. She scribbles "cant breathe, cant speak". 'father' she utters, but we are relieved to see that the piece of paper was just an old phone bill and not one of her father's documents. Slowly regains speech. Afraid of not being able to sing ever again. I bring her a guitar and she sings in a frail voice.
I make the mental link between this and her shroom trips, she's hypersensitive to tryptamine alkaloids, and I curse myself for offering her those pills. As soon as she can stand, we go back and forth between rooms as she struggles with pains in chest and abdomen. Reports really tense throat and vocal folds.
And while the last bit was completely in her mind, now her body takes the hit. What I suppose is that her nervous system, shaken by what the tryptamine overdose did to it, was left easily susceptible to all the side effects of whatever uppers the cap had most likely been cut with. It took her half an hour to regain some control over her body; still very ill at this point, she asks for her brother (he and his girlfriend are our roommates). She would never bother him if she wasn't feeling really bad; you probably already expect that she doesn't like asking anyone for help. Truly, with what her problems are like, and with what everyone around us is like, help is more trouble than it's worth.
Her brother wakes up. He smokes weed daily and is no stranger to amphetamines. An avid party-goer, he has seen his share of sick people, and judges her to be okay. That's the first good news for tonight - I really can't tell how well she's doing, and neither can she. He stays with us for half an hour and we discuss her condition for a while - she's mostly herself now, only a very suffering herself.
Mind you, I took a pill with her. And I would've enjoyed eating two. Had this ordeal not happened, the effect that the pill had on me would be pleasant. So it's obviously something with her body's chemistry that isn't right. I looked up info on 5-ht2a receptors; sounds close.
So this brings us to the present moment. I am sitting next to her bed, and I am waking her up every ten minutes, as she asked. She goes back to sleep in seconds. She's tired, but odds are she'll be fine. I'll obviously keep her off psychedelics, as well as heroin - which, although not nearly as destructive to her as tryptamines have shown to be, isn't doing her any good, either.
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