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Worst high on drugs situation with your family

took 3 tabs of acid and (this is the stupid part) smoked a massive joint with my buddies and the weed paranoia + acid comeup had me dying inside

proceeded to have 27 (yes i kept count) consecutive deaths. idk if ego death is the right word but i certainly did die. i was blacked out for about 4-5 hrs until my friends had to call someone to drive me home becaause apparently i was screaming at the top of my lungs. continued yelling the whole drive home, thank god no cops saw us.

my dad took me inside and tried to get me to lay down but i was way too overstimulated for that to happen. i wanted to DANCE MFER!

i peed on the floor at one point and then ran around the house naked. my dad was understandbaly concerned and tried to chase me which ofc only made me run faster. somehow he got me to take a shower where i then proceeded to snap out of it and was fine for the next 2-3 hrs of the trip.

still trying to unpack all the baggage from that one...
 
When i was ~17 y o i took a whole pack of dimenhydrinate (deliriant) in my room in the evening, at the begining it was mostly intense intoxication (nausea, dry mouth) and confusion to the point i forgot i took this drug, was playing video game with friend joking on me (they wasn't there in reality) and further in the trip i started to see kind of spiders, ton of rats, kind of other small mammals and said that to my parents, while being pretty quiet but absolutely sure of the fact, and obviously looking fucked up.
 
Possibly when my kid found a box of my fits just at the time in his life when I was trying to help stop him flushing his own life down the toilet with drugs. My credibility from that day onwards: zilch.
 
Goddamn my parents could give a shit back in the day. I remember OD’ing on cocaine one night and telling my dad only to be told “no your not go to bed” lol.

But.... I do have a story involving other persons family.

I was 15-16 at the time and me n two of my girl friends decided to ditch out the day to head to one of their houses and eat mushrooms. Me and two chicks alone all day tripping on mushrooms sounded like too much fun to pass up. I miss that age lol.

Anyways I begin eating the caps on the walk over in the freezing cold Midwest winter air. As we get to her house we realize the usual door to get in is locked, and we can’t find a way to get in.

Panicking a bit due to the frigid temps we finally decide in our infinite wisdom to bust one of the small basement windows to get in. Now we’re talking those shitty little windows no one can ever possibly fit through. Glass busts everywhere and now I have to fit my skinny tripping body through this window that a toddler couldn’t fit through. Thankfully I was a bit of a catortionist (sp?) and made it through looking like I’d just crawled out of a sharks mouth. My gut, sides, arms, legs were cut to hell.

But now we were inside warm and comfy. The window didn’t matter, we were 15 and at that age you only think about 15-20min ahead. We’d figure it out that night since folks should t be home for awhile.

I got comfy and even slipped on her moms slippers lol. We were cuddled up watching a movie when I heard the noise. It sounded like the buzz of a garage door.

My heart skipped a beat, but surely it couldn’t be them yet, they said tomorrow.. I look outside and ask my friend “hey was that car akways out there?”

Instantly we know what’s up and me n the other girl run full speed into the basement. I hear my other friends dad come in and tons of loud yelling.

“How the fuck did you get in the house?!? Why aren’t you at school?!?” She’s crying hysterically and it sounds like her dads throwing her around. And then I hear..,

“WHOS FUCKING SHOES ARE THESE?!?” My heart drops, I realize I left my shoes up near the door wearing her moms slippers.

I’m freaking the fuck out, any second her dads coming down to beat me to pulp all with a head full of mushrooms. I look at my other friend and say “I can’t do it I gotta run.”

I run to the window and thankfully this rooms window was doable to get out. Slip out and in my stupidity immediately try to jump a waste High chain link fence that I could very easily have walked around.

My pant leg catches the fence and I hang dangling there for a second til it rips my entire pant leg lol.

To give a good picture, I’m fully tripped eyes saucered in nothing but a hoodie, jeans with one leg ripped to the crotch flapping in the breeze, and cute slippers tromping through the snow in backyards of suburbia.

I had a phone with just enough juice to tease me cuz it’d die any time I made a call. I walked around town for 30min thankfully not seeing any cops until I ran into my other friend who also ran a few mins after me.

Soon as we meet up, my mom literally drives by in her van and pulls over with the most bewildered look asking me why I’m not in school. All I say is “mom I’ve had a really fucked day, I’ll tell you later..”. Which she respected.

The stupid shit you do as a kid...

-GC
 
My folks knew I was tripping a few times , ha that wasn't the real akward part , that would be when I brought home a cute femboy while tripping... I remember them saying they would pray for me ( to which still makes me laugh to this day

My sister and I drifted apart opioids and addiction played its part.I know this is an old post but it is relevant content wise. Kinda sucks to think about tbh.
 
The cool thing about downers is that nobody really notices that you're on them (except when you have taken an insane dose and start to nod mid-sentence). But weed and stimulants? It's literally written on your face that you're on drugs.
:rellybusted: :tripballs::rellybusted:
 
this is a good thread.

when i was fourteen i took twenty dramamine. i planned to hang out with my friend in my room the whole night and pretend to play video games. so i forgot i had to take care of the neighbors dog. my father called me downstairs. at first i was like, okay, i can go feed these dogs no problem. so i started looking for my shoes in the kitchen cabinet and my father is like "what the hell is wrong with you". i realized what i was doing and he's like "what are you on?" i said "rum and coke". and he's like "cocaine!" so my parents ask for my friends phone number to call his parents. i was like "how the hell am i supposed to know conan obriens phone number." at the time i was big into watching conan. i thought my parents started throwing phone books at me. my mother was crying "oh my god he's lost his mind" or something. it sounded really cliche... i don't remember much else for hallucinations, but i had to stay in my mothers room for the night because they thought i was going to over dose. it was a long night feeling like shit.

also one of my earlier times smoking weed, i was trying to hide it from my parents, so i walked across my kitchen on my tippy toes. my parents didn't say anything. i was a little older then and i think they had already given up hope.
 
When I was around 16 or 17 I took a moderate-high dose of 4-AcO-DMT. Both of my parents were home, and family friends were visiting. I ended up getting delirious and locking myself in the bathroom for about two hours. Somehow, nobody noticed.

Another time me and a friend took 1P-LSD and his dad asked us to go get pizza. We drove about 15-20 minutes while tripping. I'll never do that again, it was a very confusing experience. My friend acted as my co pilot.
 
As a teen me and my brother were drinking evan williams pretty heavily and when moms came home my brother jumped on her and started choking her. I had to pull him off of her or she would have died that day. She may have deserved it but couldnt stand, watch and do nothing. :shrug:
 
Man, too many to list. Glad that I’ve probably gotten most of that out of my system.

When my wife and I were dating, I would go up and visit her at her parents. I would try to time my use so that I would be able to be on subs during the weekend. That failed a few times and I was either high or in withdrawal. My MIL is an rn. She 100% knew. Now that it’s more than a decade later, we’ve talked about it, but those memories still embarrass me.
 
also too many to list, but the very worst was having to not open door to one of my kids while embarassingly wasted on stims, I felt like absolute fucking scum, terrible feeling...kid knew I was in there and I had to fess up (they knew anyway) and ask em to come back in a couple hours

I say worst, but in a way that was the best as was the catalyst fro me to finally get off for (hopefully) good
 
ageingpartyfiend said:
also too many to list, but the very worst was having to not open door to one of my kids while embarassingly wasted on stims, I felt like absolute fucking scum, terrible feeling...kid knew I was in there and I had to fess up (they knew anyway) and ask em to come back in a couple hours

I say worst, but in a way that was the best as was the catalyst fro me to finally get off for (hopefully) good
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Ah, the old stim paranoia. "I don't care who you are, I just can't deal with you right now".

I know it well.
 
Was convinced I was "possessed" and took my clothes and and thrust my hips in the air yelling "Let Jesus FUCK you" a la The Exorcist. My family aren't religious, but they are prudish and my mum is very prudish and....ah...I was both very embarrassed later and also felt very guilty as that must have SUCKED for them to experience.
 
ChemicallyEnhanced said:
Was convinced I was "possessed" and took my clothes and and thrust my hips in the air yelling "Let Jesus FUCK you" a la The Exorcist. My family aren't religious, but they are prudish and my mum is very prudish and....ah...I was both very embarrassed later and also felt very guilty as that must have SUCKED for them to experience.
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Well they won't forget that in a hurry eh (unless they were so traumatised their mind's blocked it out ofc)
 
You are lucky when it's "just" the family noticing. I had my mom catch me a couple times on bad trips on DXM but she would never have done dumb shit like calling the cops. Unfortunately I was later in my life living in shared apartments with people who didn't hesitate to do so. It fucked me pretty badly, got expelled from my gf's country of origin and in consequence she dropped me. After nine years.
 
:) Way back in those teenage years when you still sat at the kids table at Thanksgiving extended family stuff. Like, you were too big to do that, but there was no room at the "grown up's table".

My cousin and I took a walk and smoked a joint before dinner, of course. Settled in for a Thanksgiving munch out and one of the little kids started saying, "You two are stoned, aren't you. You smoked some POT!", all very loudly.

We tried to be small at the small table while this 8 year old cousin berated us, unsuccessfully.

Maybe not the worst, but the funniest in retrospect.
 
I mostly embarrass myself with alcohol. The number of times I got blotto'd and talked unintelligible nonsense while doing shit like making afternoon coffee even though we'd already had dinner 2 hrs ago... which I'd forgotten about...

Worst one was a massive OD (codeine & alco combo) where I just passed out on the bed, came round in the morning and SOMEHOW got myself to the hospital without my mother noticing what was up. She thought I'd just been very drunk and in the morning I said 'I got a panic attack and need to walk it off'. My heart was racing at over 200bpm, I felt sick and shit-scared I was gonna have a heart attack, it was horrendous. Ended up having to stay 3 days at the hospital, phoned home and pretended I'm staying with a friend for a couple days. When I got home I was still so out of it mentally I at first didn't notice I still had ECG stickers plastered all over my chest and picked them off one by one on the last stretch of my walk.
 
Probably DXM, because my mind feels perfectly sharp but I look and act like a brain-dead zombie!
 
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