Riffschtick
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Around a week ago, I foolishly consumed a 5 oz bottle of Delsym containing DXM Polistirex equivalent to roughly 870mg of the Hydrobromide form, not to mention it was my first DXM & Dissociative experience! And I'm really worried atm! After going through a trip that lasted roughly 12 hours with residual aftereffects lasting for another day, I started suffering certain cognitive impairments such as short term memory problems, difficulty in thought process and simply finding words when I'm in the middle of a sentence. I worry greatly as I am soon starting college!
Whereas before thinking was a quite natural and lucid process it now seems that I break off in the middle of sentences when I'm trying to reason and then spending the next few seconds trying to recover my train of thought, making it hard for me to be able to reach conclusions or draw a valid "point" from the thought. The lucidity is gone and thinking is "forced", as in my brain feels pressured or forced when I do it. Learning and extrapolating point from texts has become less "natural". This is quite worrying for me as I struggle when trying to follow conversations I'm having on some finer topics such as politics, research or philosophy. Penetrating some "difficult" books as ones by Foucalt, Derrida or Deleuze has become almost impossible or is moving at a snail's pace.
When I converse I have a difficulty finding words for what I want to describe, which is troublesome during both conversations and when I write because good writing or "communication" has for me depended upon picking the right words in the right context.
Lastly, my memory feels a bit hazy and I have a hard time remembering details for events and things I did with people... Memory has (by analogy) become ethereal and ghostish, I remember the event but not what happened and the scene.
*********************The Trip******
I am not sure of its overall relevance, and I confess it to being a mess of events but I put together in case it would be of any use, such as of information pertaining to the intensity and how it may related to the dose/response. In regards to physical info. I weigh 130 pounds and am 19 years of age.
The trip is difficult to characterise, perhaps a 3rd Plateau experience, though brief conversation and walking to the bathroom were possible, albeit with some difficulty.
I listened to music throughout most of the trip, mainly Psytrance and Shpongle, vision was quite "foggy" The room looked normal but everything took on a different and more significant quality as if that instance in time was different from all sober moments that had passed in my life, perhaps "Psychedelic" is the right word. The walls took on different colours everytime I looked at them, as well as occasionally growing some black ink patterns, sorta looking like this: http://rlv.zcache.com/black_tattoo_swirls_mousepad-p144315155157561827trak_400.jpg, which also grew on my friend's face for comic effect-
Most of the time I was tripping, I was either sitting on the computer chair next to my trip sitter or lying down on the bed, and occasionally fall into dream state if closing my eyes long enough, where I'd witness surreal and dreamlike scenes, such as alien landscapes, running through elaborate labyrinths or other strange things such as a regular stadium being transformed into different materials and colors by herds of animals flying in groups throughout it. The race track for instance was transformed by a herd of rabbits from the dirt race track into a red brick road (sorta like how red brick houses look like)... The last vision I remember was being in a space where I could "see" my thoughts or brain in a weird synaesthesia-like way, with a bright background with matrix like symbols and letters flying everywhere and in every direction, some into spirals and others into weird shapes, it wasn't like a fractal hallucination since most symbols were unique and separated.
In regards to any mental effects, I remember very little as I feel asleep instead of being able to reflect what I'd experienced or understood and I can't characterise them as anything beyond mere impressions, with the latter being rather crude, but I remember saying "everything that is spoken is remembered", as if speech crystallises incomplete and airy thoughts which can come and go at will, into something concrete that .
I had seen DXM personified as an anthromorphic alien in a classic worn down diner and I concluded that she's a slut.. That people can get back to her over and over again for a wild and fun alien ride away from the human world but that it'll always be sort of dirty and unlucid (though in all fairness I did use Polistirex), hence why I interpreted seeing DXM-girl as a slut alien in an old worn down diner at another planet. From a first person perspective I saw red cliffs in the distance, a green sky above and a lava-like liquid substance that changed into all manner colour while slowly bubbling up like lava with a diner levitating high in the air...
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The effects slowly passed off, although I slept like a log for the next day and here I am a week later worrying my brain posting on a board about Psychedelic Drugs...
So some questions:
Why did it happen?
Under what circumstances can people experience neurotoxicity from DXM?
Can I do anything about it?
--
Are these effects to be expected upon cognitive performance to be expected?
Under which circumstances does DXM consumption result in this?
What can I can do to come back to my previous cognitive performance level?
The dosing was made under the pretense that the quite high amount of food being digested in my gut would require me to dose higher. Not to many I wanted to experience the grandiose dissociative CEV's that so many people describe, which I received but at the now possible cost of soiling my future I'd worked so hard for...
I don't defend what I did, and regret it now, and recommend everyone to approach any substance with caution, research, and to work up from low doses.
Whereas before thinking was a quite natural and lucid process it now seems that I break off in the middle of sentences when I'm trying to reason and then spending the next few seconds trying to recover my train of thought, making it hard for me to be able to reach conclusions or draw a valid "point" from the thought. The lucidity is gone and thinking is "forced", as in my brain feels pressured or forced when I do it. Learning and extrapolating point from texts has become less "natural". This is quite worrying for me as I struggle when trying to follow conversations I'm having on some finer topics such as politics, research or philosophy. Penetrating some "difficult" books as ones by Foucalt, Derrida or Deleuze has become almost impossible or is moving at a snail's pace.
When I converse I have a difficulty finding words for what I want to describe, which is troublesome during both conversations and when I write because good writing or "communication" has for me depended upon picking the right words in the right context.
Lastly, my memory feels a bit hazy and I have a hard time remembering details for events and things I did with people... Memory has (by analogy) become ethereal and ghostish, I remember the event but not what happened and the scene.
*********************The Trip******
I am not sure of its overall relevance, and I confess it to being a mess of events but I put together in case it would be of any use, such as of information pertaining to the intensity and how it may related to the dose/response. In regards to physical info. I weigh 130 pounds and am 19 years of age.
The trip is difficult to characterise, perhaps a 3rd Plateau experience, though brief conversation and walking to the bathroom were possible, albeit with some difficulty.
I listened to music throughout most of the trip, mainly Psytrance and Shpongle, vision was quite "foggy" The room looked normal but everything took on a different and more significant quality as if that instance in time was different from all sober moments that had passed in my life, perhaps "Psychedelic" is the right word. The walls took on different colours everytime I looked at them, as well as occasionally growing some black ink patterns, sorta looking like this: http://rlv.zcache.com/black_tattoo_swirls_mousepad-p144315155157561827trak_400.jpg, which also grew on my friend's face for comic effect-
Most of the time I was tripping, I was either sitting on the computer chair next to my trip sitter or lying down on the bed, and occasionally fall into dream state if closing my eyes long enough, where I'd witness surreal and dreamlike scenes, such as alien landscapes, running through elaborate labyrinths or other strange things such as a regular stadium being transformed into different materials and colors by herds of animals flying in groups throughout it. The race track for instance was transformed by a herd of rabbits from the dirt race track into a red brick road (sorta like how red brick houses look like)... The last vision I remember was being in a space where I could "see" my thoughts or brain in a weird synaesthesia-like way, with a bright background with matrix like symbols and letters flying everywhere and in every direction, some into spirals and others into weird shapes, it wasn't like a fractal hallucination since most symbols were unique and separated.
In regards to any mental effects, I remember very little as I feel asleep instead of being able to reflect what I'd experienced or understood and I can't characterise them as anything beyond mere impressions, with the latter being rather crude, but I remember saying "everything that is spoken is remembered", as if speech crystallises incomplete and airy thoughts which can come and go at will, into something concrete that .
I had seen DXM personified as an anthromorphic alien in a classic worn down diner and I concluded that she's a slut.. That people can get back to her over and over again for a wild and fun alien ride away from the human world but that it'll always be sort of dirty and unlucid (though in all fairness I did use Polistirex), hence why I interpreted seeing DXM-girl as a slut alien in an old worn down diner at another planet. From a first person perspective I saw red cliffs in the distance, a green sky above and a lava-like liquid substance that changed into all manner colour while slowly bubbling up like lava with a diner levitating high in the air...
**********************************
The effects slowly passed off, although I slept like a log for the next day and here I am a week later worrying my brain posting on a board about Psychedelic Drugs...
So some questions:
Why did it happen?
Under what circumstances can people experience neurotoxicity from DXM?
Can I do anything about it?
--
Are these effects to be expected upon cognitive performance to be expected?
Under which circumstances does DXM consumption result in this?
What can I can do to come back to my previous cognitive performance level?
The dosing was made under the pretense that the quite high amount of food being digested in my gut would require me to dose higher. Not to many I wanted to experience the grandiose dissociative CEV's that so many people describe, which I received but at the now possible cost of soiling my future I'd worked so hard for...
I don't defend what I did, and regret it now, and recommend everyone to approach any substance with caution, research, and to work up from low doses.
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