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Stories of being caught by parents

Acely said:
When I was in like 9th grade I think a friend of mine gave me Ritalin to try. At this time I was already a steady meth user I started at 13. Anyways I had taken a couple then went off to my science class. I had a really cool teacher who I felt like I could talk to about anything with, so before class I asked him what Ritalin was because I had no idea at the time lol. He preceded to ask me why and who had it blah blah so I told him a friend of mine takes it but I didnt know why. So he then explained its for add etc. Well not 5 minutes later some older kids come in to do some stupid demo on blood pressure and heart beat <---not a joke! So I was panicking at that time because my heart was racing as anyone would expect from the meds. When my turn came up (we all HAD to do it) and they took my reading the girl got all freaked out and showed my teacher saying OMG look at this this cant be right?! He looked at me with the "i know" face and told her the machine whatever it was must be over worked and its just an error. lol CLOSE ONE! he obviously knew but never mentioned it to anyone or to me again. As for parents yea they caught me a couple times but only on the dumb stuff never when it was meth or x or something super crazy. thank god
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I would've passed out LOL. You're lucky you had a cool teacher-- I'd rather be caught at home than at school any day. :) I used to come to school high (heroin) all the time and my teachers told my parents, and then I had to have a sit-down with all 3 deans, my parents, my counselor, and my teachers to decide what to do with me. hah. That sucked!
 
hustlababy09 said:
I've never gotten caught in the act, but I've been damn close. I was shooting up (heroin) in the bathroom, and I'd been in there trying to hit a vein for about 2 hours. It was Christmas Eve and my family was waiting on me to finish "getting ready" so we could go to my Grandma's house. My mom finally got pissed off enough to kick the door in. I threw my leg over all of my paraphernalia, and hid my arm (which was tied up at the time). I don't know HOW she didn't see it, but she didn't. After that day I learned to sit against the door while getting high. haha.
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Ive never shot up but if I did, everyone tells me I have the prefect veins, they just stick out, I guess thats goes with the territory of being skinny. Anyway, why did it take you so long to try & find a vein, like 2 hours & still couldnt hit it. Also, its xmas eve & you family is waiting & you're taking 2 hours in the bathroom, I dont blame your mom for kicking the door in. Next time have a little respect for everyone else. Not trying to preach but you get yourself into these situations that could easily be prevented.

Next time, make sure you have plenty of time & wont have people waiting for you..............:)
 
one day my mum wanted to tidy my room, she found a bag of 5-meo-dmt and kept it in her room.
The next day I stole her the bag. Then she searched in my room and found some dxm.
She also found many lightbulbs & various med boxes & some alcohol & hash.
She also found my material to make methcat . She though I was huffing the HCL lol.
 
When I was about 15 me and two friends were hotboxing my friends car that was parked on his drive.

Cars nicely full of smoke and were still going strong, when we see his dads car pull around the corner, so we all jump out the car smoke bellowing out and just stand there

His dad comes over
Dad - Why were you all just sitting in the car
Friend - Oh ummm friend x was just fixing my radio
Dad - oh okay how come you all jumped out?
Friend - yeah he just finished
Dad - lets have a look.

He opens the door and the fattest plume of smoke comes out and hits him in the face, his look was priceless

Dad- well I just came to talk to you, but ill leave you and your friends to it looking at the car with smoke still pluming out with a stupid grin on his face.

His dad never mentioned it.
 
TheLostBoys said:
Ive never shot up but if I did, everyone tells me I have the prefect veins, they just stick out, I guess thats goes with the territory of being skinny. Anyway, why did it take you so long to try & find a vein, like 2 hours & still couldnt hit it. Also, its xmas eve & you family is waiting & you're taking 2 hours in the bathroom, I dont blame your mom for kicking the door in. Next time have a little respect for everyone else. Not trying to preach but you get yourself into these situations that could easily be prevented.

Next time, make sure you have plenty of time & wont have people waiting for you..............:)
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I'm 5'6 and I was 114 lbs. at that time. I was 19 and had been shooting up for 3 years already, with a pretty heavy habit. I'd shoot up probably around 8+ times per day... I just ran out of good veins. I never really had good veins to begin with but the veins that were OK got messed up over time. When you're that strung out, you're not thinking about other people. I'm not saying it's right (at all), but it's the truth.
 
This thread is awesome! Great way to waste time at work :)

The first time I got caught was out of my own stupidity. I liked to smoke before school and had just got a fresh new baggy from a friend. I did my usual and smoked while waiting for the bus to take me to school. Suddenly I felt really weird and sick so I went back inside my house and told my parents I didnt feel good and went into my bedroom to lay down. Probably about 10 minutes later I got out of bed because I seriously didn't feel right and I told my parents what I had done. My dad took my weed and flushed it down the toilet and made me sit on the couch while I was totally baked and freaking out that I may have got a bad sack. I kept saying that I should go to the hospital but my dad said that I would just be in trouble with the police if I did. So I sat there and watched Maury and Judge [_insert name here_] all morning. I was never grounded or punished but my parents were always sketchy with me. About a month later they moved me from my room upstairs to a room in our basement (it was a fully finished basement). It was perfect because I could open one of the small basement windows I had, smoke out through that and then sit and watch tv, dvds, or play Final Fantasy XII or GTA 3 on ps2. Yeh, it was a while back hahaha! I kind of miss that now. My dad also busted me when I was completely drunk one night when I was 15. He never told my mom, he just told me to go down to my basement bedroom and stay there for the rest of the night. I have to admit, he was pretty cool about things like that. After all that, I got smart and never got caught again doing either smoking or drinking.
 
I always used to get caught for smoking pot because of damn aol Instant Messenger lol! This was back when I first started and I was always damn IM'ing my friends about weed and shit... But anyway my buddy left up a message window on the old family computer and his mom saw that we went out camping and we were partying and smoking weed and shit hahahaha.. good times,

But anyway my mom was taking out my trash and fucking found a lot of used rigs and shit it was baaaaad. She found another works bag I used with the whole 9 yards in it except the gear haha but that was a while ago.
 
Back when I still lived with moms, I remember the day when, for whatever reason, she stumbled across the stash spot. I can't even begin to describe the feeling of the guilt/shame after she found hundreds of used needles, spoons, and baggies. Why the hell do junkies hold on to shit like that. I mean, I could have saved myself alot of grief if I would have just cleaned the shit every now and then. Ya know...
 
BluffBoy said:
Back when I still lived with moms, I remember the day when, for whatever reason, she stumbled across the stash spot. I can't even begin to describe the feeling of the guilt/shame after she found hundreds of used needles, spoons, and baggies. Why the hell do junkies hold on to shit like that. I mean, I could have saved myself alot of grief if I would have just cleaned the shit every now and then. Ya know...
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gah it was hard enough when my brother found a single used syringe in my car when i'd first started shooting up, i'd hate to know what my mother would think now should she had seen what i've had hoarded at times when i was still living with her. fuckin junkie hoarders. not to mention the hundreds of used fits stored in bio-bins with hundreds of clean ones and every other piece of IV equip you could imagine at my fathers, it's a disgusting reality i've checked.
 
Why the hell do junkies hold on to shit like that.
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hahah Maybe because you're high and you don't care anymore after fixing up? Then, the next time you see everything, you're probably just about to fix up so you clearly can't be bothered with that now, maybe after. Welp, I'm high, I'll get to that next time lol. amirite? (seriously, I'm just guessing lol)

The key is to take some of that dope money and put it towards a bag of pot once in a while. Get all nice and smoked up so as to raise the paranoia level a tad. Then go clean out your stash spot. And delete your internet history. lol ;)
 
My "getting caught by parents" story is pretty bad...me and my husband were both addicts and it was pretty obvious at this point, but my parents were still in denial. Plus they lived 5 hours away so they didn't see me at my worst on a regular basis.
My husband and I were in a serious car crash and airlifted to St. Louis, and my parents were called. They drove down to support me because my husband was in very bad shape. I was a mess, and my husband was declared brain dead. It was the most awful time of my life, it was beyond awful. I pretty much wished that it had killed me too. I was also pretty messed up, due to the morphine from the hospital and my own drugs. Several times my dad asked why I was falling asleep. But I was trying hard as hell to knock myself out, and I was just an emotional mess, trying to make decisons on my husband's behalf like should we donate his organs (which I did and am very proud of).

The day after the hospital turned off life support, my parents drove me home. I was in a daze, completely in shock. I was sitting at my sister in law's house, next door to me and my husband's. I didn't notice that my dad was not there anymore. Well he had decided to go on next door and let himself in my unlocked house. To which he found right out in the living room, all my works. Syringes, plates, spoons, baggies, everything. I guess he was suspicious at the hospital and decided to check out for himself if I was on drugs.

So this led to a big confrontation, literally the day after my husband died. I was just yelling, "I am not dealing with any ot this right now!" My parents were devastated--their son-in-law was dead, and their daughter was clearly an addict. It was just the worst timing of them finding out, EVER.

They took me home with them, and a lot more drama ensued. But they have been very supportive of me during all of this, and the truth about the drugs would have come out anyway, but I just really hate that that's how they found out, in such an awful way on such an awful day.
 
About 2-3 weeks ago I went into hospital to have my appendix removed because it was perforated. I went into surgery at about 8.30ish and just before I went in my mum asked me if she could keep my phone on her to take home because hers was nearly flat and it was about a 30min drive back home from the hospital, so I agreed and let her take it knowing full well that I had some very, very incriminating messages on my phone but at the time I honestly thought "nah, she won't go through my phone." The day after my surgery my mum and my girlfriend came into the hospital and straight away I knew something was up. She started asking if I cared about my life and what people thought of me and so on. Turns out that not only had she gone through my phone and read every single message on it, somehow she found 100mls of gbl in a bag that I used to keep it in. She told me that if I wasn't willing to see a counselor that she would take it to the police and no doubt I'd get charged for trafficking (even though it was only for personal use). There's a bit more to the story but I can't be bothered typing it all while I'm on my iPod, but basically I've now lost all trust for my mum who's someone I thought I could trust with anything and everything. Also, the 100ml that she found had been sitting in my bag for close to 2 months, so even though I had been completely sober for the last 2 months (I don't even drink alcohol) and had no temptation to touch it, it was still a problem apparently :|
 
This past summer I hadn't been getting out much because I was working long hours to help pay for college, so on the forth of July me and my friends decided to get drunk. To cut a long story short my parents walked outside at eight in the morning to find one of my friends trying to walk me into my house, I was covered in puke and apparently my eyes were rolled back into my head and I was making clawing motions into the air. The first words out of my dads mouth were "Is he on acid?" Three hours later he woke me up and drove me to work. Nobody in my family has spoken of this incident since. They still buy me beer though.
 
love this thread :D
i did 5mg of etizolam, blacked out and ate the remaining 25mg with out realising, my dad found me slumped on my bed, drooling, cold and unable to speak. ambulance took me to the hospital did some routine checks, sent me home. woke up the next morning still feeling high and saw i had a hospital band on my wrist and those sticky pads on my wrists, ankles and chest. what a surprise that was, so i went downstairs to ask what the fuck happened yesterday because i didnt remember a thing. my mum said the ambulance stopped in the middle of the road on the way to hospital, they do this when people arrest and they need to work on them, luckily my gibberish started making sense. that day killed my mum, feel terrible for it.

other times ive been on aMT and mephedrone with big saucer eyes and really chatty to my parents but they didnt realise some how lol
 
Um... Let's see. It probably got to be when I had a heart to heart with my dad when he was just getting up for the day and I was just getting in from the night. I thought, in my MDMA induced stupor, that he wouldn't notice... Before I went up to bed, he turns to me and goes "by the way, I'm surprised you can even see with pupils like that" :D
 
this one time my mom was like, "yo your room smells like pot," and i was all like, "you better check yo'self befo' you wreck yo'self," and den she went aw@y...
 
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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