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Stories of being caught by parents

I feel like I've been caught a million times.

First time I ever got busted was on DXM. I had drank and entire bottle of 'tussin and was supposed to go to a Dinosaur Jr. show that night. Somehow my mom found out I was fucked up and when my dad got there to drive me to the show (I was only 15 then) my mom told him. He wasn't that pissed but he had to act like he was in front of my mom. I stayed in pretty big trouble for awhile and they searched my room and found a bunch of other shit.

I've also been caught with coke four or five times but never had to throw it away, I was just told how it could fuck my life up. My dad also came home from work to find me and a friend smoking opium, in which he replied "If it was good shit you'd be passed out right now." My mom found two hits of acid in the freezer one time as well, and I had to throw them away.

There's more that I can't recall. My parents have actually turned out to be really cool about my drug use. I only got booted the first time, after that I guess they realized that I would just have to grow out of it.
 
My mum discovering I drank (I was 18 at the time, which is the legal age here) gave me the two greatest quotes of a life time. And both said in the one breath!

"Drinking spirits means you have an alcohol problem"
"Vodka will get you pregnant"

When my mom found out that myself and my sis have a penchant for good whiskeys she nearly started crying!
I think it goes without saying that my mum is by no means a big drinker (it's worrying how unrealistic and the scaremongering she does when it comes to alcohol)

Hence why she's never caught me. Part of that is because I don't do any when I'm back home (The circles I move in in college are every different to the circles I move in at home)

However the first time I spent a night at a mates house doing mandy and speed the whole night, do my last line, realise "fuck! train home in 20mins!" Managed to get back to the house, grab my shit, make the train, get a taxi back to my place, hoping to fuck that my mum's left for work. get home find out, see her car outside. try to compose myself outside the front door, then try to sneak in quitely, accidently fall over flat on my face.
i hear my mum running down the hall, she finds me flat out on the ground, still in my work uniform, stinking of stale drink, picks me up and hugs me because 1) she thought the noise i was making was someone trying to break into the house 2) because she'd slept out her alarm and would've been late for work and 3) she hadn't seen me in 2 months.
She then rushes off to get ready, I go to my room, change clothes, stick clothes in the washing machine, the entire time my eyes bugging out of my head and chatting non-stop about the previous night at work etc.
She left for work and eventually I managed to pass out for an hour or two before she got home that night.

Having a mum who is in no way drug savvy is a bonus sometimes :D
 
mutzy said:
My mum discovering I drank (I was 18 at the time, which is the legal age here) gave me the two greatest quotes of a life time. And both said in the one breath!

"Drinking spirits means you have an alcohol problem"
"Vodka will get you pregnant"

When my mom found out that myself and my sis have a penchant for good whiskeys she nearly started crying!
I think it goes without saying that my mum is by no means a big drinker (it's worrying how unrealistic and the scaremongering she does when it comes to alcohol)

Hence why she's never caught me. Part of that is because I don't do any when I'm back home (The circles I move in in college are every different to the circles I move in at home)

However the first time I spent a night at a mates house doing mandy and speed the whole night, do my last line, realise "fuck! train home in 20mins!" Managed to get back to the house, grab my shit, make the train, get a taxi back to my place, hoping to fuck that my mum's left for work. get home find out, see her car outside. try to compose myself outside the front door, then try to sneak in quitely, accidently fall over flat on my face.
i hear my mum running down the hall, she finds me flat out on the ground, still in my work uniform, stinking of stale drink, picks me up and hugs me because 1) she thought the noise i was making was someone trying to break into the house 2) because she'd slept out her alarm and would've been late for work and 3) she hadn't seen me in 2 months.
She then rushes off to get ready, I go to my room, change clothes, stick clothes in the washing machine, the entire time my eyes bugging out of my head and chatting non-stop about the previous night at work etc.
She left for work and eventually I managed to pass out for an hour or two before she got home that night.

Having a mum who is in no way drug savvy is a bonus sometimes :D
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sounds like it haha, once when I was underage, my friend and I were smoking hookah in his room. His dad walked in and he told us to stop burning incense in the house.
 
It was always with hash i got caught with , the worst time was just before xmas i had bought some and rolled a bunch of joints out of it ready to smoke on xmas day before our big meal, my dad walked in and found them and then made me flush them all down the toilet, i was gutted
 
parents and drugs

just wondering how you guys have dealt with your parents when you did drugs or do drugs as a kid. im 15 and my parents have caught me for a couple things but i keep most of it pretty well secret. i envy my friends whose parents dont care that they smoke or that they take drugs. did any of you guys ever tell your folks about your drug use? im thinking i might when i get older. thoughts?
 
I am pretty close to your age. I have gotten in trouble ALOT with my parents, mainly when I end up being careless. My parents always take it really bad. Like threatening to send me to rehab for bud. And taking me out of my school for a simple drinking ticket. I really do envy those kids who have more care free parents, but I also appreciate how my parents act towards my recklessness, and they have probably kept me from getting into a lot worse of a situation.
 
I started smoking weed with my dad when I was 14. I came clean to him about smoking and he ended up blazing with me. I admitted to my mom I was smoking weed too and she wasnt really mad.

As far as telling them about other drugs (hard drugs), I did eventually tell them, but not till i was about 17.

On another note, your young man, only 15. You really should try to finish highschool and goto a good college, and do something with your life besides be a junkie like me. If I could be 15 again, my drug use would have stopped after alcohol/weed.

Go easy little buddy, and feel free to PM me if you have any questions. I'm about to turn 23 and I've been a heroin addict since i was 16, so i got a lot of experience!
 
I can't really come up with any horror stories on getting caught. I rarely see my mom, and my dad introduced me to everything i use from ice to weed to a few select prescription pills (usually bars oxys and vics).... or at least he thinks he turned me on to them. Having a parent who gets high with you (and also buys from you) really helps put the mind at ease.
 
mad_demon_man_ant said:
just wondering how you guys have dealt with your parents when you did drugs or do drugs as a kid. im 15 and my parents have caught me for a couple things but i keep most of it pretty well secret. i envy my friends whose parents dont care that they smoke or that they take drugs. did any of you guys ever tell your folks about your drug use? im thinking i might when i get older. thoughts?
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Dont envy those kids that have parents that could care less about their drug use. Those kids will not have anyone to help them down the rode, especially parents that get high with them. If your parents are tough with you about your drug use, theres a good reason for it.

Im not saying dont do drugs because we all obviously do them on this site. All im saying is be thankful your parents care about you & your well being.



As far as me, my mom always knew when I was drunk or high on weed but never said anything when I was under the influence. She would wait until I was sober to give me the speech, this is when I was 18.

Mom found my weed in my bedroom & was showing my dad as I walked in with my gf & I saw it in the corner of my eye what was going on & played dumb & walked back out. Dad thought I was going threw a phase but still gave me the speech but my mom was always the worried one.

She walked in on me & my gf after we did a few lines of coke back in the day, just looked at me & said you better stop doing drugs, I was like, WTF, how does she know. She also found several Colt45 40oz & double deuces in the drop ceiling of the basement where me & my friends hung out. Damn bottles almost cracked her in the head & that was the most trouble I ever got into.

Moms have great intuition knowing when one of their kids are in trouble & what not. I love my parents & they are cool but just like loving parents, they were always tough about drugs as they should be.
 
Psych82 said:
I can't really come up with any horror stories on getting caught. I rarely see my mom, and my dad introduced me to everything i use from ice to weed to a few select prescription pills (usually bars oxys and vics).... or at least he thinks he turned me on to them. Having a parent who gets high with you (and also buys from you) really helps put the mind at ease.
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I had a friend that had a mom like your parents. She would always give us money to go buy weed for her & us. His mom was married to a doctor so she always had money to throw around & hook us up.
 
ahh yes way too many times that is why I was out of their home by 18.

-Multiple times w weed, only then to get drugtested when they were suspicious of me. I quickly learned not to smoke in the house (or at midnightish in my walk in closet) and to hide my shit well.
-When I was reallllllllly young I was gone for acouple days on New Years and the cops were called and they searched my room...I had a half o of some strawberry kush (I think it, if I remember correctly), some robotussin bottles, and a few blotters of lsd. I was either going to juvie or the hospital for 'mental evaluation' or something like that.
-my mother found me once when I had gotten serotonin syndrome, literally trembling uncontrollably and my eyes were fucked up. I couldnt even control them, they were all over the place.... and she helped me- I blamed it on my SSRIs of the time (hehe) but later she came to find out what really went down.
-also, When I was still at home and all of that, I got caught tweaking up in the middle of the school nights sitting there with cold bones, racing heartbeat, and drenched in sweat



So by the time I was say 17 most of my shit had already been put on blast and was out in the open. A good thing about my mother was that each time she forgave me. But for some reason she always felt so hopeless with me and my usage (?????)


Anyways if worse comes to worse and they start controlling, punishing, and limiting you keep calm carry on and wait until you are an adult.

Goodluck !
 
TheTwighlight said:
I grew up in east texas, next to cow field after cow field after cow field. It was pretty normal to find way more shrooms than I could possibly pick. I'd get a few pounds and go home. I could go out there anytime, there was one really good field a 5 minute walk behind my house. Man, those were the fucking days...
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i live in texas, TELL ME WHERE THIS FIELD IS NOW
 
I started drinking with my mom when I was 14. She let me have a few beers, then would let me get wine at restaurants, and when I was 16 we would go to bars together. It's kinda pathetic, I went out drinking with my mom... But she can be pretty cool. I used to hate her being drunk, until was drunk with her. I think she may know I smoke some bud, i left a hollowed out apple under my bed once, and her lighters would mysteriously "go missing" time and time again. One time, I was complaining about how uptight my dad was (they're divorced) and she goes "he's never even smoked a joint in his life". But she never knew about the hard stuff.
One time, I was at my older sisters house with my dad and his girlfriend, who is closer to my age than his. His girlfriend constantly tried to "mother me". She saw my sister handing me a -GASP- lite beer, and she freaked out, telling my dad I had an "alcohol problem". My dad asked me about it, lectured me, and warned me not to do it again.
My advice, is deny deny deny, (oh, that bongs just for show, that cut straw is.... Errrr.... Decorative) if there is concrete evidence, just sit back and deal with the consequences. It will pass.
 
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My parents have found over 100 needles, coke, meth, a SHIT LOAD of H, bongs, vapes, scales, worbs, everything..They don;t kick me out regardless of what I do lol. I moved out eventually but they know I still do H and what not. They are hella christian and just try to fix me rather than throw me out.,
 
epiks said:
My parents have found over 100 needles, coke, meth, a SHIT LOAD of H, bongs, vapes, scales, worbs, everything..They don;t kick me out regardless of what I do lol. I moved out eventually but they know I still do H and what not. They are hella christian and just try to fix me rather than throw me out.,
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When I lived with my parents, if they would have found 1 needle, I would have been off to rehab no questions asked.
 
i had ingested around 900mg of lyrica.....no tolerance.......i vaguely remember going upstairs completely naked, looking for some of my mothers xanax.....obviously i didnt know she was up there. she was watching while i was stumbling around naked trying to steal her xanax.....
 
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The day my mother found out I smoked weed we were at the mall in the parking lot. My sister ratted on me even though she also smoked with my brother and me the same day. My mother began to cry and was like I wanted better for you and blah blah blah. After that she would search my room and she found my purse full of all these pills.... She now takes my prescriptions since 10th grade and won't let me take them myself even though I don't need those to get high.

Yet now she doesn't really seem to care that I smoke weed. I have my bong lying around because I told her straight up and showed her what it was...she also found one of my pipes one day when going through my burro she didn't even take it. I guess she just accepted the fact I smoke weed and also the fact I don't care if she knows. She doesn't know about all the other drugs though if she did she would of killed me by now...literally.

Oh yeah this one time my friends and I got super high and then we had to go home. So I tell my mom at 1am something she has to pick us up from the movies. We were hiding behind bushes paranoid as fuck that cops would get us after curfew. Then randomly my friend I pop out of the bushes when my mom comes. She was like how was inception I had to bullshit it all I was like it was mindblowing ect yada yada and then she drove us to mcdonalds cause she thought we looked super hungry....

Another time I'm with this kid from bluelight and we just smoked a blunt. My mom keeps calling since I'm so many hours past curfew...I was talking so chill to her when she was flipping out on me. She was like wow you seem pretty chill must be marijuana am I right? I was like shit foiled. Ended up I came home high as fuck on weed and molly also had some four loko. I thought I could hide it but I was so high and unaware of the strong weed smell on my clothes since we were hotboxing in the car, she grabbed ahold of my hoodie and smelt it and was like weed...I was like fuck and then she saw my pupils... Luckily I got away with it after I made some bullshit lie the next day.

Yet the coolest time I ever had with my mom is when she went to see kottonmouth kings with me in philly for my bday she even brought the tickets. No one else could go so I brought her. As soon as I smelt weed being smoked I looked at my mom and we both went weed...it was so funny. She also was in front row with me and brought me a kmk t-shirt. Also after the show we went to the train station to buy soda and water the bill came up as 420 it was so hilarious we both died and then after the train we both then went to sheetz buying so much shit, she was like wow I'm actually hungry tonight...I got the munchies.
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I'll add to my list that I posted awhile ago. Well a month ago or so my mom came in my room to give me tylenol and she dropped one. We were searching around for it because we didn't want one of our pets to end up finding it and eating it. Ends up we never found it... Then one day I'm high as fuck and I see this pill on the ground I go oh there's the tylenol and pick it up without actually looking at it... Ends up that wasn't the tylenol and some other pill I was popping at the time. My mom looked at me and was like oh thank you, acting normal as fuck and then the next day I see her looking up the pill and goes this is not the tylenol I gave you... I was like shit.. I still don't know what kind of pill I gave her. It was probably some oxy or something like that. I don't know what I was thinking at the time when I picked it up and gave it to her. I'm surprised she never questioned me about it ever again but I did play the story off well after and was like I don't know what that is. Why would I give you a pill if I knew I would get caught? Or some shit like that.
 
Theres the time my dad walked in on me just finished inhaling a double nang so bad all i could hear was that nang echo

Then theres the times he has walked in on me smoking weed many times, found a pill someone lost in my house one night.

Had a conversation tripping face (4 hits of good lsd) and he knew straight away.

Also shaking once from what I suspected serotonin syndrome body tremors, sweating like never before then freezing the next minute then hot, called an ambo....780 bucks later...
 
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I was at my parents house one night completely stoned while they were in bed. While I was watching tv i thought I heard them coming down the stairs so I jumped up and grabbed what was left of the weed and drug paraphernalia and ran round in circles panicking what to do with it (putting it in my pocket was far too easy thanks to weeds effects on the decision making capabilities of the brain). So what do I do?? I put everything into my Dads slippers. Anyway needless to say no one was actually coming down the stairs (Paranoia!! Thanks again weed, no wonder I no longer smoke you!!) But I decide to carry on watching tv, before going to bed, and yes I forgot to remove the stuff from my Dads slippers (Thanks one last time weed for the lack of short term memory!!)

Well the next day I wake up realising my mistake, go downstairs sheepishly to see my Dad sat on the sofa wearing the slippers with a knowing look on his face!
 
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