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Worst high on drugs situation with your family

lol there are lots of them

the worst one though probably was arriving home completely stupid on booze and xanax, fighting my dad and smashing the TV.
 
This is good thread. It's been a long time since I've been in a bad pinch with family situation - one night in Particular is memorable. My immediate family took me out to dinner to have hearty meal with good kabobs and I found out the topic of the dinner was a running joke about the need for my 'intervention.' Well, one funny thing was how they thought I was so desperate for drugs I was slamming back bottles of nyquil to get drunk off the alcohol (it wasn't alcohol, it was robitussin and nyquil is like 1% alcohol by volume).

This amused me at the time and still does, because if you don't know any better and think someone is drinking cough syrup to get drunk, then indeed you would be wondering about them.

Anyway, the situation transpired to where I had got home and wanted another dextromethorphan trip so I think I drank half a bottle. That's when word got around and they talked to each other and said enough is enough we have to call ambulance and get him committed for rehab. So ambulance man came and fire truck. I was there when they came and they presented me as a major drug addict in danger to himself and presented evidence like 10 packets of empty cought syrup bottles accumulated over a few weeks. So ambulance man looks and my family is watching him intently like see, this is major drug bizarre behavior with emergency effects. That's when ambulance guy mentioned it probably wasn't good for my liver andd I retorted that the only active ingredient is dxm - no acetaminophen guafinesin etc etc. Then he looked at me and looked at me family and checked labels of cough syrup and said look this guy is like a fukkin pharmacist, sorry we don't deal with these gray area situation as substance is not legal and apparently no one is in imminent danger...... LOLOLOLlll the reaction when ambulance left and I was dissociated was very very memorable of dumbfoundment. to this day I'm sure my family doesn't know what the fuck is dxm although I AM known as 'druggie' of the family. LOL
 
Too many to count. Been walked in while shooting up or shaken awake face down after a big shot (probably with my gear nearby)...
The worst had to be was when I smoked crack (picked up a using friend and brought him home) before Thanksgiving and all through the evening. I was also all geeked out after snorting a shit ton of Ritalin before my brother's baby shower.
I'm mortified and can't forgive myself for all of my displays of drugged/drunkenness in front of family members.
 
A little back story, my friends and family thing I have been sober for a very significant amount of time, but I let no one know when I relapsed on fucking Kratom months before a milestone AA birthday, and hopefully NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW. Now I just finally got my hands on some extremely bomb blow, scaly and everything. About a half g in, no going back and i get a call that my G/F is on her way to the ER. I rack up two final lines to go, pop 1mg ativan and bring 2 more just in case. Made sure nose was clean, trying to stay as calm as possible, and be overall normal. I see her mom for brief second and said by so i could sit next to my g/f. Some how, it really blows my mind, within 10 minutes of resting our heads on each other we are both completely lights out asleep. She got up to take her vitals and by the time she got back i was still dead asleep. Now she says "I feel bad because you're super tired. just go home and I'll call you when I'm done.)

AWFUL BOYFRIEND that got extremely lucky
 
Fucking family reunion. I snorted just a wee bit too much opana, too many somas, too many temazepam lol. Didn't quite hit my dose right, showed up late as fuck and everyone thought I was totally jacked up, which I didn't really feel like, but I guess it was obvious.

Got busted by my dad shooting dope on Thanksgiving, after my fucking dude called like 10 times, it was so obvious what was happening. God that was whack.
 
The worst was when I smoked weed while on Topamax/topiramate, which I was on for cluster headaches. Apparently they have the potential to have some whackadoo bad-trip-like interaction that I was unaware of. I smoked tons of times on the Topamax and didn't have an issue, though in retrospect I came really close a number of times.

Anyway I smoked too much and combined with the Topamax I just lost it. My parents know I smoke weed and don't really care because they're cool and I don't really drink. But that night like I said, I had way too much and something really fucking weird happened. First I just got really panicky, but I was convinced I was having a heart attack. My mom was there. Somehow I was able to make it back to my room and I kept mumbling about how I had to call my psychiatrist and I just felt so sure at that time that if I could only talk to him, I'd be all right. My parents were at the door of my room watching the whole time. When I tried dialing my phone it just came up as a bunch of random symbols even though the number pad was open. This is when things really went haywire.

At that point I became completely convinced I had died and gone to hell which was why I could still see my parents standing there and still touch my phone but somehow not actually contact anyone, or have them listen. My parents still looked like my parents, but I was absolutely certain they were the devil or would shortly turn into him. (I'm NOT AT ALL RELIGIOUS.) I could hear my own voice screaming at the top of its proverbial lungs in my head saying "WHAT IS GOING ON," "HELP ME," etc. and I thought I was screaming out loud and that my devil-parents weren't listening but it turns out I wasn't speaking at all. I even started thinking that I should kill myself to get out of the situation except I couldn't move and and that point still thought I was already dead. After a few minutes that felt like an incredibly long time I started to get some clarity and do some mental bargaining with God (again, not at all religious) that if I came out of it I'd get clean. Well obviously I did come out of it, and couldn't stop myself from spilling every secret about my drug use to my parents right then and there. Afterwards I ended up having to talk my way out of it but I was so zonked at the time it wasn't that hard and I guess they wanted to believe I was just babbling.

One of the strangest things about the whole thing was reading what similar experiences I could find and just how similar they were. Something about overdoing this combination has lead at least some other people to have had many of the same effects, the religious aspect even when the person isn't religious, the symbols popping up where numbers or something else should be... a few others too.

Never happened before or since. I stopped smoking while I was on the Topamax and started once I was off. I didn't get clean, or even really try. I do take opioids for pain but I have a really complicated relationship with them like so many do and I could have and should have. I've basically recovered from that but whenever I think of it I do still regret that I couldn't make more of what should have been a wake up call.
 
probably either calling parents rolling then realizing what a dumb idea it was as soon as someone picks up the phone, or coming home when i think ive come down from tripping but totally havent come down yet.
 
Calling for help when it really wasn't an OD. Not nice to get revealed like that, oh well..
Then, NOT calling them when it was.. (shit)
 
happened a few weeks ago... took like 650mg of dxm and smoked some bud, my parents could tell that i was obviously fucked (robowalking like a mf). At first they thought i was just stoned and started trying to interrogate me, but i was so disassociated that i couldn't even understand half of what they said. being on dxm i gave zero fucks and eventually told them i was also on dxm (which sucks because i probably wouldn't have been in nearly as much trouble for just weed). My parents, thinking i was overdosing or something, decided they had to stay with me until i fell asleep. As they were by my bed i pretty much told them about every drug i'd ever done...yup i've been sober since then.
 
Atelier3 said:
When I was about 17 I had a really bad LSD trip and no experience handling them so I walked into my parents room at 3 AM and begged for help. Next thing I knew I was in residential rehab while still coming down.
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I had my introduction to LSD that way as well. Same age too. My silver lining though was that I was at a friend's house when it happened.
I had recently tried mushrooms prior to this and had a great experience, so how different could LSD be? I found out.
I took 3 hits of blotter with a group of friends and when we started coming up it was great, lots of giggles. Then a buddy began playing the drum set that was in the living room (we were in a band at the time) and that's when things took a bad turn. The sound was incredibly loud and i was in the middle of a rapid onset at that moment. The next 8 hours I didn't know who, what, where or when I was and thought it would all be permanent. Being on the brink of balling my eyes out the whole ride, it wasn't a good night. Total ego death.

This single experience I believe was a big turning point and largely responsible for destroying all the best attributes of a weed high for me from then on.
 
Uhh, let's see. There was the Christmas I spent with my family where I was in a mild benzo withdrawal the entire time. I'd been taking Xanax for several weeks when ran out when I went to visit them. I didn't expect to have much withdrawal, and it wasn't that bad, but it was worse than I expected.

So I just spent a lot of the time drinking and smoking pot.

Speaking of drinking, there was the time I got so drunk I blacked out when I was staying with my bf's parents.

There was the time I got so drunk I blacked out when I still lived with my mom.

There's been numerous times when I've acted like a retard or barely conscious high on meth or opiates respectively around my family or partner at the time.

The usual :p
 
Many family get togethers I was silent and lazy because I was dope sick. That sucked. I've used the "I'm just sleepy" excuse about 5000 embarrassing times.

The worst one is easy. I was 16, desperate for opiates, and very, very stupid. I was stuck across the country at a relative's house full of the whole extended family. I found a load of tramadol and cyclobenzaprine in a relative's cabinet late one night, and took 2 of each, and felt nothing. The next morning I took 4 of each, and felt nothing for 2 hours, so took 4 more. You can see where this is going. Before I know it I'm whipping my head out of a dream/nod, talking to nonexistant friends about getting McDonalds.

I have 2 memories of the next 24 hours: first, my cousin staring at me in shock at the dinner table, no idea why. Second, my dad isolating me in a bedroom for being fucked up. He was that scary kid of angry where he was red and fuming but silent because family. I cried like a little bitch out of the overwhelming shame and tried to give him a desperate, slobbery hug, which he sidestepped.

Never asked a family member about that week, never care to. I have many days, weeks, and months I've spent blacked out doing embarassing stuff. Not ready to confront that shame.

Actually, my parents have seen me in much worse states, culminating in coming out of a 3 month etizolam blackout in the admitting room of detox, shaking like a leaf from withdrawals, begging them not to put me in the detox in knew wasn't equipped to handle a benzo habit of my size. That got dark. They told me it was this or the -20° streets of minneapolis in January, with no clothes and no money. I writhed on the floor and begged them not to let me die in there. That was horribly pathetic.

Now I don't know which is worse
 
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