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LSDMDMA&10024081 said:
i overdosed on temazepam once, but managed to say i took 30mg (the RX'd amount, it was the first time taking any for months honestly...) and dont remember shit when i started with 90mg and i can remember eating more after that i think.
I dont remember going to the hospital, the amba lamps ride, nothing.
i woke up in bed 3 days later with no idea wat happened.
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same situation as i had, not fun at all
 
all those times i would get stoned in my room, my mum would come home and say "why is your window open?", yeah she knew what i was doing...
 
When I was 17 I had 2 ounces of weed spread all over my bed while I was seperating it and bagging. I mom walks into the room unexpectedly, sees the weed and says ''That's too much pot. Too much.'' and shuts the door, never to speak of it again.

I've also had pipes and grinders confiscated and hidden in their room, only to be taken back by me and re-confiscated ad infinitum lol
 
^ Haaahaaa! This must be your mother's Best Quote Ever. Had mine ever said I would start a new cult around her.
 
LSDMDMA&AMP said:
i overdosed on temazepam once, but managed to say i took 30mg (the RX'd amount, it was the first time taking any for months honestly...) and dont remember shit when i started with 90mg and i can remember eating more after that i think.
I dont remember going to the hospital, the amba lamps ride, nothing.
i woke up in bed 3 days later with no idea wat happened.
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I managed to do that with 900mg of temazepam, imagine that. Won a week's stay at the local mental hospital for attempted suicide, even though it was a complete accident. Started off dosing 120mg (the usual was 60mg) and then my 10-year old brother found me passed out with an empty bottle in the medicine cabinet. He thought I was dead. Woke up two days later and had the whole family crying at the bedside. Not a good time for sure, and the best part is that wasn't enough to keep me from using benzos. Two years later and they are necessary for survival, whoopee.
 
well let's see......shortly before I started abusing benzos (about 11 years ago) I was run over by the nastiest depression train ever to have existed. I was so incredibly sick that I was non-functional. I did not bathe or eat and this went on for a three years at least. Somewhere in the beginning I started abusing benzos and though I don't remember a specific moment, it was blatantly obvious from the start that's what I was doing. Age 19 meant I could do whatever I want and my parents couldn't stop me. That whole section of my life seems like it was someone else's life entirely that I was living. The residual drug use is still around and I added opioids to the mix a few years ago but I am mostly mentally stable these days so a large part of it is emotional habit. Everyone in my life knows and has always known. I don't have the energy for lies and secrets (this also weeds out the prudes I want nothing to do with anyway, LOL). I don't know how each individual person feels, though I know it in some way pisses off my brother (who smokes shitloads of pot himself....) and I know at least one friend who idolized the way I was a few years ago (god knows why....)

I'm high right now....so...uh, where was I? Well, just that me using drugs was never something secret, just another "thing" I did during those bad years.
 
When I was still living at home, at the age of 16 years old.
I went out one night, with this girl that I adored, I was meant to be back by 5, but I missed my bus, so I waited till 7, she went on my computer to tell me, and my facebook came up as the last viewed page, it showed messages of me, asking to buy drugs from a friend.

My mum balled ot tears, my whole family was their to witness and read it too.
I was sitting at the busstop, I had just popped 30mg oxycodone.

I get a friend to drop me home, so I'm sitting outside Mc'Donalds waiting for her to finish work, then I see my mum's car.. I wave out and we get in.
She instantly grabs my bag and check through the whole thing, she asks me to clean out my pockets (Which the oxys were in) as I pulled all of the junk out, I slipped the oxys down the side of the car seat (she didn't notice.) told her I've done no drugs, that was just me trying to get attention on those facebook messages.

So then, 2 days later she finds many many oxycodone pills in my room.... ohh, this is were it begins, she starts calling all of my friend's mothers asking them about me, and if their sons do drugs.
She found out I had smoked weed at a friends house one night, she found out of many of my drug use episodes.

I ended up getting kicked out, I found an abondened house that was littered with dead chickens, I went around cleaning the place up, putting cloth up on the windows and making a make-shift door, I cleaned a section of one room so I could sleep, I got some front-door-insect-mesh stuff and made a tent, found soem cloth and made a pillow, and then slept their for 2 days.
Which is a whole story in itself, but I ended up getting soem food by helping people out, and this one guy's house had a fire in it, so I helped him try to put it out, unfortunately he lost his house too, which was the home of a family.

We cried together, I told him my story after that was over, he was a really nice guy.
Really nice house too, only 1 year old.

In the end, I ended up going back home and she let my back in, and I ate like a monster.

I stopped using oxycodone (was on my mind morning till night for a few days) but that's over and done with, I still do some drugs, whatever's around really.

My family now has bad views about me, but I still have a half decent relationship with my mother, overall it was very scary but I learnt so much, I found it really fun scavenging around for food, felt like I was in a survival movie. Fixing up the house took forever, but it was nice to see what I had acheived.

It was odd, as I was a nerdy scrawny kid who studied phsycis, chemistry and high math.
But I learnt a lot and it was well worth it. :)

I still do drugs, as they are one of my main interests in life, I try to experience many drugs, and I document them.
 
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i got something sent to me in the mail and of course being a dumbass i still lived with my parents and my mom got to it before me. She was actually real cool about it but just she wanted to have this talk with me and it was so awkward. She didnt even take the drugs away lol
 
jaurk said:
When I was still living at home, at the age of 16 years old.
I went out one night, with this girl that I adored, I was meant to be back by 5, but I missed my bus, so I waited till 7, she went on my computer to tell me, and my facebook came up as the last viewed page, it showed messages of me, asking to buy drugs from a friend.

My mum balled ot tears, my whole family was their to witness and read it too.
I was sitting at the busstop, I had just popped 30mg oxycodone.

I get a friend to drop me home, so I'm sitting outside Mc'Donalds waiting for her to finish work, then I see my mum's car.. I wave out and we get in.
She instantly grabs my bag and check through the whole thing, she asks me to clean out my pockets (Which the oxys were in) as I pulled all of the junk out, I slipped the oxys down the side of the car seat (she didn't notice.) told her I've done no drugs, that was just me trying to get attention on those facebook messages.

So then, 2 days later she finds many many oxycodone pills in my room.... ohh, this is were it begins, she starts calling all of my friend's mothers asking them about me, and if their sons do drugs.
She found out I had smoked weed at a friends house one night, she found out of many of my drug use episodes.

I ended up getting kicked out, I found an abondened house that was littered with dead chickens, I went around cleaning the place up, putting cloth up on the windows and making a make-shit door, I cleaned a section of one room so I could sleep, I got some front-door-insect-mesh stuff and made a tent, found soem cloth and made a pillow, and then slept their for 2 days.
Which is a whole story in itself, but I ended up getting soem food by helping people out, and this one guy's house had a fire in it, so I helped him try to put it out, unfortunately he lost his house too, which was the home of a family.

We cried together, I told him my story after that was over, he was a really nice guy.
Really nice house too, only 1 year old.

In the end, I ended up going back home and she let my back in, and I ate like a monster.

I stopped using oxycodone (was on my mind morning till night for a few days) but that's over and done with, I still do some drugs, whatever's around really.

My family now has bad views about me, but I still have a half decent relationship with my mother, overall it was very scary but I learnt so much, I found it really fun scavenging around for food, felt like I was in a survival movie. Fixing up the house took forever, but it was nice to see what I had acheived.

It was odd, as I was a nerdy scrawny kid who studied phsycis, chemistry and high math.
But I learnt a lot and it was well worth it. :)

I still do drugs, as they are one of my main interests in life, I try to experience many drugs, and I document them.
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The part where they overreacted and kicked you out sparks my interest. Funny how the ignorance of a previous generation can cause detrimental affects on the lives of our current generation.

We live in changing times. No longer do people hold strict traditionalist values. When people react this way to drug use, I almost think it's comical to see someone become so nauseated over something as harmless as smoking weed or taking oxycodone.

Perhaps oxy is not a good example of a harmless substance, however in the end, your habit can only hurt yourself in one dimensional sight. If I were a parent, it would be my highest obligation to educate my kid on the difference between use to promote your life and abuse to ruin your life.
 
Bought 20 10mg valium tablets and took two one night when i was drunk, next thing i remember is waking up with two left. Fuck knows what i did that night, but my parents found crushed up valium scattered on the floor, and werent too pleased.
 
Venrak said:
When I was 17 I had 2 ounces of weed spread all over my bed while I was seperating it and bagging. I mom walks into the room unexpectedly, sees the weed and says ''That's too much pot. Too much.'' and shuts the door, never to speak of it again.

I've also had pipes and grinders confiscated and hidden in their room, only to be taken back by me and re-confiscated ad infinitum lol
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Your mom is awesome. I suspect that's about what my mother would have said, if I actually smoked pot. She used to smoke pot and hang out with heroin'd out 'nam vets a million years ago so she has a different perspective on drugs that most moms I think, at least when it comes to getting high to kill emotional pain.
 
well last night i was at the pub with a mate and we had a few pints, as you do. i get home and eat a handful of etizolam because i was craving some, i watch some tv and go upstairs with the laptop and the next thing i know its morning. not this again......my mum came upstairs because she wanted the laptop back but i was completely zonked out on that concuction and she said this morning she had a really really hard time waking me up, she knows about my benzo use so she wasnt mad, but it wasnt a nice thing for her to witness the evening before her birthday. Happy birthday mum!! :D
 
When I lived at home, I had just started getting into CWE Codeine and one night I had a cup on my desk with the coffee filter in it dripping the solution and my mom walked in.

Mom: What is that
Me: Nothing...
Mom: Justin... What is it?
Me: Nothing...
Mom: Justin...
Me: I'm not feeling good so I'm trying something, it should make me feel better.

I don't know if she bought it or not, but she left it at that...
 
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