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Stories of being caught by parents

July, 2011
I was into Clonazepam since may (3mg minimum per day). One day I end up leaving the bottle on the bathroom fucking counter. My mom finds them and I say they aren't mine. My friend's mom was picking him up and he shoved the bottle into my hands. I saw her hide them, I go to replace 60 2mgtablets clonazepam tablets with caffeine tablets... she walks in and I lock myself in the bathroom. She opens the door, I flush 3 percocets in the toilet as SHE CALLS THE COPS and snatches the bottle. The cops come in, I exercise my rights, they call the cheif of police and like 8 paramedics show up (this is a day I didn't take anything) and they try and say my pupils are dilated. The day ends with paramedics leaving, cops leaving, and the pills STAYING? My mom flushed them.
Thank god I didn't have benzo withdrawal.

September, 2011
I rail a line of methylphenidate in class, A FUCKING KID RECORDED ME. I had a 4.0 in school, too. I get called into the office with 4mga clonazepam in my pocket. I'm fucked. My mom sends me to a mental hospital even though I passed a drug test. I'm expelled. My mom checks my texts to find out I'm the biggest pill dealer in the fucking city.

October, 2011
I come home after smoking meth with my dad... LOL... she finds 5them different types of pills on me, I convince her its my old stash.

November, 2011
My mom had been going on my computer's bluelight with me logged in and said "what aunt are you stealing soma from"
That was a FUCK ME moment.
(I obtained admin permission to create a 2nd bluelight)

I'm contemplating telling her, if I have over a 3.0 GPA she needs to get off my ass and understand I'm going to use.
 
Steps said:
July, 2011
I was into Clonazepam since may (3mg minimum per day). One day I end up leaving the bottle on the bathroom fucking counter. My mom finds them and I say they aren't mine. My friend's mom was picking him up and he shoved the bottle into my hands. I saw her hide them, I go to replace 60 2mgtablets clonazepam tablets with caffeine tablets... she walks in and I lock myself in the bathroom. She opens the door, I flush 3 percocets in the toilet as SHE CALLS THE COPS and snatches the bottle. The cops come in, I exercise my rights, they call the cheif of police and like 8 paramedics show up (this is a day I didn't take anything) and they try and say my pupils are dilated. The day ends with paramedics leaving, cops leaving, and the pills STAYING? My mom flushed them.
Thank god I didn't have benzo withdrawal.

September, 2011
I rail a line of methylphenidate in class, A FUCKING KID RECORDED ME. I had a 4.0 in school, too. I get called into the office with 4mga clonazepam in my pocket. I'm fucked. My mom sends me to a mental hospital even though I passed a drug test. I'm expelled. My mom checks my texts to find out I'm the biggest pill dealer in the fucking city.

October, 2011
I come home after smoking meth with my dad... LOL... she finds 5them different types of pills on me, I convince her its my old stash.

November, 2011
My mom had been going on my computer's bluelight with me logged in and said "what aunt are you stealing soma from"
That was a FUCK ME moment.
(I obtained admin permission to create a 2nd bluelight)

I'm contemplating telling her, if I have over a 3.0 GPA she needs to get off my ass and understand I'm going to use.
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Talk about bad luck................not too smart snorting powder in class, did that kid recording you snitch? Must have for you to wind up in trouble........
 
Every single one of those stories is an example of people handling it in the WORST way possible.

Never call the cops on your own child.

Rather, she should have taken you to a police department/hospital. Police officers have better things to do than talk to some kid who took a percocet. I'm sure it's not something they look forward to in the morning- busting some kid who does drugs. If I were the mom, I'd be happy if the police didn't find some reason to forward a citation. Officers of the law aren't the personal army of whoever calls them.
 
TheLostBoys said:
Talk about bad luck................not too smart snorting powder in class, did that kid recording you snitch? Must have for you to wind up in trouble........
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I once or twice contemplated the idea of doing this, before deciding it was not worth the consequences at all if I got caught and finally going to the bathroom to do it.

Renz Envy said:
Never call the cops on your own child.
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QFT, if I had kids, the last thing I'd want is ruining my child's future with a criminal record.
 
Everyone gets scared of me if I end up yelling...
I feel like I should yell next time I get caught
 
Steps said:
July, 2011
I was into Clonazepam since may (3mg minimum per day). One day I end up leaving the bottle on the bathroom fucking counter. My mom finds them and I say they aren't mine. My friend's mom was picking him up and he shoved the bottle into my hands. I saw her hide them, I go to replace 60 2mgtablets clonazepam tablets with caffeine tablets... she walks in and I lock myself in the bathroom. She opens the door, I flush 3 percocets in the toilet as SHE CALLS THE COPS and snatches the bottle. The cops come in, I exercise my rights, they call the cheif of police and like 8 paramedics show up (this is a day I didn't take anything) and they try and say my pupils are dilated. The day ends with paramedics leaving, cops leaving, and the pills STAYING? My mom flushed them.
Thank god I didn't have benzo withdrawal.

September, 2011
I rail a line of methylphenidate in class, A FUCKING KID RECORDED ME. I had a 4.0 in school, too. I get called into the office with 4mga clonazepam in my pocket. I'm fucked. My mom sends me to a mental hospital even though I passed a drug test. I'm expelled. My mom checks my texts to find out I'm the biggest pill dealer in the fucking city.

October, 2011
I come home after smoking meth with my dad... LOL... she finds 5them different types of pills on me, I convince her its my old stash.

November, 2011
My mom had been going on my computer's bluelight with me logged in and said "what aunt are you stealing soma from"
That was a FUCK ME moment.
(I obtained admin permission to create a 2nd bluelight)

I'm contemplating telling her, if I have over a 3.0 GPA she needs to get off my ass and understand I'm going to use.
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Your mom sounds fucking crazy you should be careful until you turn 18 she could really fuck your life up.
 
crimsonjunk said:
Your mom sounds fucking crazy you should be careful until you turn 18 she could really fuck your life up.
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I tell her I'd rather go back to the psych ward than live with her, but she won't take me back.
I beg her to take me back.

I tried to live with my dad and she was prepared to tell the judge he smokes weed... His medical card expired...

She threatens me with rehab, lol.
My birthday is tomorrow, and its gonna suck

I'm contemplating doing DXM tomorrow just to make her flip
 
My parents never really caught me doing anything. They've accused me of it..my sis has found painkillers of mine before. That sucked but that's nothing hardcore. I used to do dope, quit about a year ago. Well I had like a shoebox of prep shit and it was just a couple of rigs, cottons..ya know..well I had been clean for months..it was way under my bed. I had even forgot that I still had it there. Well my bro and mom went snooping around my room. FOR GOD knows what reason, and they found that under my bed. That sucked having to explain..and I was legit clean at this point.
 
on and off, most recently, a few days ago

Dad sees hueg pupils "WHARGARBLE you smoking crack son??!?!?$##%$%"

rangrz "I'm in my mid twenties for one, live alone for two, make more money then you for three, I'm not the one convicted of traffic/cocaine for four, its methamphetamine for five and fuck you for six"
 
Getting high is actually the only thing I've ever done that I haven't been caught doing.

I think if I was caught, my mom probably wouldn't flip out as much as she did the first time she found out I was self-harming... (She woke me up at like 5am, crying, and yelled at me for like two hours. Then waited a while, came into my room and yelled at me again. And then she didn't let me go to school the next day)

I've no idea how I've avoided detection for so long. I've been relatively wasted in front of my mum before, but either she doesn't say anything, or just asks if I'm okay and I just say yeah, or that I'm tired.
I'm high at school so often, and I used to have SNAs following me around and stuff, so I have no idea how I haven't been caught yet. You'd think the pharmacy next to the school would get suspicious of the same person buying cough syrup like 3 times a week, or that someone would notice all the empty bottles in the bathrooms, or that someone would notice me always keeping cough syrup in my locker, but no...
 
Many years ago when i was like 18 or 19 me and a buddy had been moving a couple o's a week of some killer blow, on top of moving a little ganj at the time too. Well most nights we would just say we were staying at each others houses as we both lived with our parents, and just spent the night riding around dropping shit off and crashing at peoples houses.
Well on a particular good night, we move all we got by about 3am or so and didn't really have a place to crash and didn't want to go home either. Now, I paint apartments for a living for a huge company that has over a thousand units to which they intrust me with the master keys to all the apts (dumb right? But my moms the manager to them) haha but anyway we decide to crash in an open apt which I had to finish painting the next day. Well no big deal we get there and are chilling, smoking some bud and doing a few lines when we realize how fucking boring it is in these apts cuz they are just bare apts, just walls and carpet.

So we decide to go to walmart to atleast get a couple sleeping bags to have something to lay on.
Well we pass out close to dawn in the apt, neither one of us setting an alarm and both of us also forgetting to let our parents know we weren't coming home...
Well we are woke very suddenly almost causing me to shit my sleeping bag as my mom an dad burst thru the apt door scaring the shit out of us at like 1pm the next day. Well they go ballistic on us for a few minutes before they realize how much stuff we had bought at walmart,

On top of our sleeping bags we had bought, two camping chairs, a couple pillows, food,beer, a DVD player, and a little 15inch tv to watch. Then they find our countless blunt wraps, snort straws, small bag of blow and small bag of green, and a brown paper bag with a few grand in it from our nights spoils. Which causes them to go insane thinking we went from two good grade getting college freshman to weed and coke dealers in one morning lol.
We finally get them calmed down from that whole fiasco and about to leave the apt when dad asks me "did you piss your pants?" but I had shoved this huge bubbler bowl down my jeans in an attempt to hide something atleast which reopened the freshly made wound in my parents brains which ultimately concluded with them kicking me out of our house lol...I found it very lol-ish that they didn't kick me out until they found me hiding a bowl in my pants. Not them finding us in an open apt which we worked at, not the two bags of drugs, or the obscenely large bag of money....but a fucking bubbler pushed them over the edge haha..
 
Sorry to bump the thread, but I got busted RIGHT NOW, like an hour ago. I had a CWE in the freezer and was waiting for it to freeze. I was sitting around, near the kitchen area and my dad was around the kitchen cutting meat. He just lurked around for at least 40min, I couldn't get it out each time he left because he came back too quick. He opened and closed the fridge alot, eventually opened the freezer for something, my heart skipped a beat, he saw the bottle, picked it up and held it high, shaking it and pondering wtf it was. I got up and took it off him and somehow managed to blame him for being too nosey. I was red faced and tried really hard to stay calm. I think I pulled it off a little, but now I have ruined the freezer technique, because he will be more curious and will look around at that spot more. FUCK.
 
^ CWE's can be a tricky thing when it comes to parents being around. I once almost got caught 'mid CWE' when my parents came home from the store while I was standing over the cup with the coffee filter over it, waiting for it to strain. Most of it had gone through, but I had to cut my losses and give a quick squeeze to the filter before tossing the it. I was able to mix the water with ice tea mix since it was already out and that was my plan anyway, so everything was fine once the mix hit the water so I wasn't standing there with a cloudy cup of water.

Another time I was at work preparing to do a CWE, so I put a bunch of vicodin in a ziplock bag and was smashing them with the dull end of a knife. I was going at it pretty hard when my boss walked right next to me. I was cooking in a restaurant at the time, so maybe he thought I was mixing some batter or something, but I thought that I was caught for sure.
 
When I was in my early 20's, I lived in a different state then my mom. I had been going through a lot of crack binges, mental bullshit and other stuff. I had a major breakdown and my mom drove up to be with me (she didn't know about my extensive drug use - she just knew I drank). Instead of chilling out and spending time with my. Mom, I met up with some randoms and began running around town, scoring, using- going all over getting coke, getting high, picking up so and so here, who had stuff, driving so and so there to get cash- blab, blab, blab. Well, despite calling every ten minutes with some random explaination of where I was and that "ill be home in twenty minutes." Like a good out of control User, my apartment was a disaster. So, my mom decided to clean my kitchen. I realized later that my sink was filled with tons of spoons that were all burnt up on the bottoms. She never said anything about them and all the other stuff - I kinda passed the night off on taking care of a bunch of drunk people.
However, she was getting the hint.
a month or two later, I was on my way back to move home and I decided to hole up in a hotel and go on a major oxy binge for the weekend. Mom was trying to find out what was going on and I guess I was sort of communicating with her - saying all of these random and out there things.
I brought a friend home for thanksgiving and we had smoked a ton of crack.
I didn't get confronted about a lot of stuff till later.

Now, I'm living with my mom and grandma (we moved so we could take turns helping grandma). My mom thought I have been clean for a long time. I would try to lie my way through ritalin binges, opiate spaciness... etc but id always get "the look." Well, a couple weeks ago, my mom walked in when I had a needle in my arm. She was furious - "I knew it!" I had dropped some syringe caps that werefound by mom and a syringe found by either mom or grandma that were placed on my dresser - the silent "you're busted."

Then the good one - last week I passed out on the couch with lines of h on a book and a little pouch with needles and a bottle of water. The next day I was informed that I will not find "certain things."

Hmmm, too bad most of these are recent and I'm not in high school trying to hide my bong.

Kc
 
orangelicker said:
Here's another time my parents knew I was on drugs:

It was Christmas Eve & I was either 13 or 14.. I believe I had just turned 14 actually. Anyway, every year we go to my grandmother's house on Christmas Eve. Earlier that day I had been at my friend's house drinking a few beers. I had stolen a bunch of old oxycodones from the cabinet and we also each took 4 or 5 of those.

Anyway, I went home and we left for my grandma's and I was still pretty gone. My family decided to stop at a drugstore to get a few things. This is when I snagged myself a nice bottle of Robitussin Cough Gels. I took the whole bottle when I got to my grandmother's. (For what reason, I don't know.)

Right after I had taken them I tell my mom I have a headache and was going to lie down. She tells me that my breath smells like alcohol and of course I deny it and go outside. I hide behind the big tree and smoke a bowl pack, lol.

SO at this point I'm on 4 different drugs and my entire dad's side of the family is inside. I go inside and into the basement where my cousins are all hanging out. I tell them that my mom think's I'm high (again for what reason, idk.) I remember rolling around on the ground and laughing a lot.

Eventually we go to see a bunch of christmas lights. There is one house where the yard is just filled with lights and decorations and you can get out and walk around. I remember standing on the porch and my cousin asking me if I'm alright.

Anyway, that's all of what I remember from the night. It was fucking retarded of me. The next day, my parents told me that they knew I was extremely fucked up but that it was Christmas and we were going to forget about it. Hahahahha.

There was a home video someone took and as the camera pans past me I am sitting on the couch holding my legs up to my chest and rocking and my eyes are soooo fucking red. HAHAHAHAHAH
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I know this is super old but I'm calling bullsh*t.

You took 5 oxy's, at 13-14? And didn't die, Just from that I know you are bull sh*ting. but then you are really gonna add that you had been drinking, drank a whole bottle of dxm and were still functional enough to smoke weed in ur grandparents or whatever's back yard? Sounds like you've smoked 1 to many crack rocks today bro, this isn't the fairy tale thread.
 
I've had my parents find my receipt for buying robotussin and they just laughed at that.
I used to hide my stash of mushrooms and salvia in a mad max 2 DVD case and my mum suddenly got the urge to watch it for some reason. They just told me to be careful with drug use and said its a slippery slope and then told me to either get better hiding places or don't have drugs at home which is pretty fair.
 
my dad works 6 days a week and is never home for the mail...cause he is a mailman!

except twice over the past 2 months, on days i had pods delivered

first time it happened he opened the package, and just left it on the table for me, i never heard anything from it

a month later when i got pods again, he didn't say anything until he came home from indoor golf

i was smoking a cig in the garage, he gave me a nasty stare, when i went inside he just said, with conviction, 'don't ever have opium delivered to this house again'

he asked what the hell i was doing with it, i told him i didn't know, he said good answer

think i'll just get a PO box
 
I come down to visit my family, brother and mom, for the weekend years ago. I bring down I think 6 oz of good weed for my brother. I am sitting with my back to his bedroom door (no lock) with a wad of cash between my legs and my brother is sitting facing the door with all the weed spread out. My mom, who usually never ever comes in, much less without knocking, just walks in the room unn anounced.

She flips the fuck out yelling at my brother "YOU ARE SMOKING WEED ON PROBATION?" My idiot brother tells her "hell no I'm not", and then she really flips her shit yelling at him "what so you are SELLING it? get the fuck out of my house" blahblahblah.

I manage to hide the cash under my crotch and try to remain as unnassuming as possible. It is obvious there is a transaction of some sorts going on, but if she were to have actually SEEN all the cash ... I can't even imagine the shitstorm that would have happened.

She ends up flipping out and telling my brother to get the drugs out of her house. He complies, but not before taking his sweet ass time weighing out a few bags with my mom yelling downstairs.

My mom is not an idiot, she has to have known I was bringing the shit down for him. She never brought it up after that night though...
 
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