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Stories of being caught by parents

I'm not trying to be an asshole with this post, but it's probably going to come across that way...

20s50s, man... you live with your parents, respect them/their rules. If you want to smoke, do it outside or something or go to a buddies house. I know it's just weed, but still. If they ask you not to bring it into their house & not to use it, don't. They're providing everything for you man. The least you could do is respect their wishes on where you use and keep your drugs. Like I said though bro, I'm not trying to be an asshole.. I'm just saying.

Edit: Or hide your shit better.

/rant.

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I got caught jacking my dads fent patches that were expired. My mom let me keep them though, lol.
 
I understand that and I never smoke inside the house but it's so hard not to bring it in because I like to buy quarters and up and I'm
Not smoking that at 1 time you know? But I get your whole concept!
 
I had just got a new 150$ Bong and dope bowl for it and carried it out side to my homies truck to show it to him.
I tucked it under my shirt like that was effective at all lol but right as im walking out my mother pulls up from work see it sticking out the bottom, it was like 20" tall and rips me a new one so I hurry off to dudes truck and hop in.
Then when I Come in she's all over me and pissed! I just told her it was his.
any who she's alot more understanding about these things now and downs mind all that much that I toke and have a couple pieces.
my older bro actually broke this bong late last year right in front of me. Boy was I sad.

Another time way more fucked up and not my fault at all
Me and older bro go to edc Vegas and when we get back his gf had moved out and told our mom all about how we take mdma and have test kits and shit.
she was pissrd and disowned us for a little while. Things are better nowm
 
My parents both were fairly cool about weed, my dad actually once smoked a bowl with me in an attempt to "bond" with me somehow. I do feel bad for my mom, she's seen me smoke weed many, many times, shoot heroin once, shoot bupe several times, smoke crack once, shoot morphine or oxycodone pills a few times and she saw me do a CWE on pills twice. I hate having my mom see me use drugs, even weed and she doesn't care about weed, she doesn't like that I'm on drugs though and I don't want to throw it in her face, I do my best to hide it when she's around.
 
I guess the worst was a few years ago on thanksgiving when my fucking heroin dealer wouldn't get his shit in order and called my grandma's house about six times in the middle of dinner when I was trying to score. My uncle who is a cop and some other people totally busted me. Fucking sucked.

Aside from that, whatever. I've smoked crack with my mom, and meth with my dad. Drug family values. Heh.
 
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My dad comes in to put a new chair in my room (ages ago; was 19 then). Notices the drawers are open on my bedside table, goes to check, sees they're all jam-packed with bloody 2ml syringes (wide-guage needles).

Fucking horrible scene; absolute low point. Cue: rage, major drama, full-scale intervention. Not good.
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Fuck, just visualising that is painful.
 
The last time I got caught was last summer. I came home at like 10-11 one night after playing basketball and toking all day at an elementary school. I was so stoned that I forgot to put eye drops in. My eyes were worse than blood shot so my mom looked at me and immediately could tell I was high. I was only 17 at the time and my mom forced me to take a drug test. Needless to say that I failed and my keys were taken and I was grounded for a month. I finally toked up again around 3 months later and continued to do so on and off until last December. I left to go to a friends house one day and I told my mom I was going to my gf's house. At my friends house we smoked a fat blunt and a few hours after that I got a call from my mom telling me to come home immediately because she texted my gf and asked her if I was with her. I put eye drops in and got some piss from my clean friend and put it in a condom and tied it around my ball sack before I left. Came home and was asked to take a drug test so I did and passed without a problem. %)
 
The first time I got caught was when I was 16. My parents are very strict. I have only stayed over at a friends house a few times my entire life. I live in the bible belt of KY so both of my parents grown up hearing how terrible weed is and have been badly brain washed by all of the media. They call it the devil and a gateway drug. They tell me how it will ruin my life and kill my brain cells and make me stupid. If only they knew the legitimate facts about it...Anyways, I toked up in my bathroom at night while everyone was asleep 3-4 times a week with 3 of my friends. We toked up all summer without even coming close to getting caught. The last few days of that summer one of my friends was over and he was on my moms laptop talking to someone about getting some smoke and he had to leave randomly and just closed the laptop. My mom came home that night and logged onto her laptop and found that his Facebook was signed in. She's a huge bitch so she went through all of his messages and found the messages talking about weed, She came to my room crying and yelled at me for over an hour. She told my dad about it when he got home so he came to my room and done the same. I was grounded for like half a year and had no privileges at all. Life was shitty after I was caught. My parents doesn't trust me at all to this day. Everyone in my family looks at me different and treats me different. It was by far one of the worst experiences of my life.
 
Mum didn't know I smoked pot until she found close to 2oz of buds and about 4oz of leaf from my first stealth bush grow, I was 15.
She got pissed off to a never before seen level...wasn't a nice experience.
The only upside was the weed wasn't wasted, she gave it to one of her mates, who I met a few months later, she pulled me aside and said that shit was really good lol.
The real downside was it was just dried out when she found it and I'd only smoked 2-3 grams.
 
Stories about having strict parents that caught you smoking weed

Share your stories.
How did they react?
What was your punishment?
How was life after being caught?

First off, I live in the bible belt of KY. My parents have grown up hearing how marijuana is the devil. They've been completely brain washed by the media. Neither of my parents have ever smoked or been around it that I know of. They believe everything they have heard about it. It's ridiculous. I have laughed at some of the things that have tried telling me about it. They believe that it's a gateway drug, it will kill my brain cells, I will over dose from smoking too much, and it will just completely ruin my life. I've been caught smoking marijuana 2 times. Not once have I thought "hey, I think I'm going to try some meth or snort some pills" when I smoked weed. The first time was when I was 16. Both of my parents freaked out and grounded me for like have a year with zero privileges. They bought home drug tests and told me I was going to be randomly drug tested until I moved out of their house. I didn't smoke again until 6 months later. Since they didn't drug test me at all, I figured it was time to start back. I got away with smoking for another 6 months until I was caught again. I was 17 and they grounded me and took my keys away for 2 months. Life was pretty shitty and has been ever since. I'm almost 19 now. The last time I smoked was at a friends house. I came home that night and my mom looked at me and told me I was high because my face was pale. Which was definitely bullshit, but my mom tried forcing me to take a drug test. I refused and told her I didn't have to because I was 18. They tried taking my keys away, but I got them back the next day because I had to drive to class that night. I have been sober for over a month now. I figured it wasn't worth the hassle and fighting or to go out of my way to smoke.It's still pretty hard to get any money from them and they don't trust me at all. They're both very strict about everything I do. I have to argue and fight with them every time I want to stay over at a friends house. Every time I leave my house to go somewhere they give me a long lecture about how drugs will ruin my life. To be honest, if it wasn't for them my life would so much better. They have made my life a living hell. I'm miserable living here with them. The best day of my life will be the day I move out and get a place on my own. I have been a B average student my entire life. Even when I was smoking marijuana I made good grades. I wish they knew the legitimate facts about it and actually done some research before punishing me the way they did. I would love to print off a list of facts about it to prove them wrong about everything they say, but I am honestly afraid they would kick my ass and punish me even more if I tried to present them facts about it or told them how much I love weed and enjoy smoking it. Anyone been in this situation before? If so, have any tips for me?
 
I've been caught with pot plenty of times, and to this DAY (I'm 23, been smoking since 18) my mother can't differentiate the smell of marijuana and cigarettes. I've been casually lying to her about the different scents. Sometimes I'd smell like cigs and tell her that my friends had been smoking pot around me, other times I'd be ripped and say, 'uhh i had a cig, oh sorry.'

She's basically backwards on the two of them. I've been interventioned and sent to rehab for LSD, not like they can force you to go, but if you're dependent they can pretty much make you.

The best was kind of recently though. I had been cleaning sass with some friends and doing it at my house, and leftover in the back corner of my closet i had one of those big glass bowls with the tupperware lids filled with Epsom Salt melted into these big shards, and then a large sealable glass jar with shards in it and some acetone at the bottom (and probably a bunch of other shit) and she found both of those and googled the ingredients, came out asking if I was cleaning coke and meth, told her I used it to clean bowls, made up a big elaborate story on the spot complete with dates, times, and locations. Also she found about 300g of piracitam still in the jar, flat out told her what it was.

not even slightly in trouble.
 
These stories are amazing. Love 'em.

My mom used to find my bowl in my pants pocket when she did the laundry. Countless times this happened. I'd come down for breakfast and there it would be sitting on the dining room table.

She'd get a serious look on her face, "just tell me you're not smoking crack with this."
 
I hear ya. TBH I think you should just give up on pot for a while and grind hard to get your own place and be financially independent. Once you've got that going and can hold a stable job, you can do whatever you want and your parents will realize they can't discipline you like they used to without alienating you altogether.
 
Dont be a little shit. Your parents are just worried and trying to protect you. They might be ignorant but their intentions are good. You need to show maturity and responsibility, handling your shit right and being on top of things. And then you can talk to them like an adult and propose to explain how you feel about it, scientific facts and so on. Ask them honestly what they know, if they have or have ever had any friends who smoked and discuss their feelings about it. Say you have friends or know people whose relationships with their parents turned really bad because of issues like this and that you would hate to distance yourself from them. That they both know you will move out eventually and that you want to maintain a positive relationship. You can do whatever you want in the future when you're away and they can't really stop you, so the least they can do is agree to sit down with you and research about it, talk to doctors and people who have experience in the area.

If you are worried about the approach, just come to the parent that is most receptive to it, or at least who you have an easier time dealing with, and say that since you are responsible, have good grades and are trying hard to do everything right you feel you deserve a little bit of their time to talk about this. Say you will respect their conclusions and opinions no matter what, but it would mean a lot to you if they would at least listen to it and talk to professionals who understand more about drugs. You can say that you respect their views but you feel it would be hard to communicate directly since they as parents are trying to protect you and do what they believe is best for you, and you have your own interests which are different, so you would both benefit greatly from having a professional or an outside party who they respect intermediating the situation. It's best to talk to the good cop individually and let them work on the bad cop in private later on.

Make sure they understand how good this move on your part is because honestly 99% of young guys would just ignore their parents and keep doing it behind their backs. But since you respect them too much you would never do that and want to have an honest heart to heart talk about it. If they are really being super difficult make sure they know you are not trying to get them to agree to your drug use by any means, but that you feel everyone can only benefit from more information on the subject even if their ultimate stance doesn't change. Even if they still feel the same way in the end, by understanding better what the drug actually does and doesn't, how long the effects last, the different means of consumption and so forth they will be in a better position to deal with it in the future anyhow.

Now since they are bible thumpers this will in all likelihood not change their minds, but if you can through to them that it is not as serious an issue as they imagine it to be, and that you have a responsbile harm-reduction approach to it (you wouldn't smoke anything that is adulterated or low quality, you wouldn't smoke before a test or while studying) this might take a huge load off their minds and make them view your drug use in a different light in the future.
 
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thujone said:
I hear ya. TBH I think you should just give up on pot for a while and grind hard to get your own place and be financially independent. Once you've got that going and can hold a stable job, you can do whatever you want and your parents will realize they can't discipline you like they used to without alienating you altogether.
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I'm really considering just giving up on it until I do get my own place or I move in with a friend or something. It just isn't worth the hassle of trying to smoke behind their backs. I don't have a job right now, but as soon as my classes end this semester I'll probably get one and save up some money for a while and try to get an apartment sometime this summer.
 
I know they're worried and they're being way overprotective in my opinion, but I get what you're saying and I know they're doing everything to only look out for me. All of that sounds like a really good idea and I may try it out. They don't go to church or read the bible, but they are 110% against drugs. I have a few family members that started smoking pot when they were teenagers and it lead to them getting into hardcore drugs as they got older and one of them OD'd on some pills and died and the others have pretty much ruined their lives so that doesn't help my case much. I have tried pleading my case before when they tried drug testing, but it only made them angrier and made the situation worse, but surely it couldn't hurt to try what you said.
 
Once my mom was leaving the house and the mailman just happened to come a bit early with my gram of ketamine. She came back in and asked me who was this from and automatically assumed it was drugs since I had been compulsively checking my mailbox. She demanded me to open it it and kept asking why are your arms shaking. Thankfully the baggy was wrapped in this dark green translucent tape so it kinda looked like compressed weed. I told her that's what it was and that 'X' just put it in an envelope with a fake return address and slipped it in my box. Some how she bought it. She replied by asking "well why didn't you just have him come in the house like you usually do". My mom then left, I laid out a few fat rails, and got down.

A similar scenario happened sometime later. I had ordered 2 grams of K which was over 2 weeks late so I just assumed it was never coming and stopped checking my mail box. I see my mom opening it on the porch. I walked up to her and said "that's mine"; I ripped it out of her hands, ran in my room with it, and locked my door. Doing that made me feel like a real junkie. I quickly took the stuff out and put it away. Not only was I surprised to see that there was some extra K, 840mgs of mxe, flexeral, and phenobarbitol given to me all for free to make up for my order being late but my mom also bought that same stupid bs story again lol.
 
Just the other day I was trying to text my friend, but I was obviously a little too stoned. Ended up accidentally sending my mom the following text:
"Actually can I get 8 for 20?"
convinced her I was talking about weed and it was no big deal =D
 
Most of my stories are the typical teenager gets caught with weed stories. I've never really been caught with anything else, my first benzo experience certainly raised suspicion though. My friend and I decided to try lorazepam at school, I looked online and figured I'd take 1.5-2 as a good first time dosage. Well, my friend brought 10 to school, and we just HAD to kill them all, so I figured why not do 4 and a half. Big mistake. I barely remember the day at school.

Somehow I went to all of my classes, but the next day I looked in my notebook and I had actually attempted to take notes but it just looked like scribbles. I also puked twice at school, and the worst part is I was so benzod it was like I didn't even care that I was puking, I would just be walking among people outside casually and walk up to the bushes, hurl, then go about my day. On a side note my friend that was on them with me was so fucked up that he rolled a joint and lit it up in the middle of school haha I have no idea how he didn't get caught but all of these freshmen so what he was doing and ran away scared hahaha.

Anyways I somehow walked home still fucked up. My mom gets home, and soon enough I'm puking again on the floor. She asked me what I was on and I said nothing then passed out for the rest of the day. Deep down I'm sure she knew, but I feel even luckier that I didn't get caught at school.
 
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