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briarpatch-kids · 11 months
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I hate how much people's stigma of use disorder and addiction prevents us from having decent things. Like I'd LOVE for people to not get bloodborn disease from both re-used and discarded needles. But when the subject of a needle exchange came up recently, the people I was with (not friends) wouldn't stop focusing on how it's "enabling" to have a system where people have to trade their used needles for new ones because addicts get to have access to fresh clean methods of use rather than having to share or re use needles.
From what I know about the cost of doing business and the cost of medicine in the US, a single case of HIV prevented would likely save a year's worth of operating costs. That's not even taking into account the value of human life, imagine if addiction and use disorders didn't usually mean hitting "Rock Bottom" or dying of overdose because your cousin or brother or ex or whatever was able to get help when they needed without stigma and the social safety net prevented them from all the infections and worse that can come from an unsafe supply or consumption method. Yeah, they'd still have a problem, but it could be addressed before people die from it. I know this is America and bootstraps and choice and all that, but I also know you're not supposed to sentence people to death without a fair trial either. And right now, the way we're treating addicts is a death sentence. Just a long, slow, drawn-out death sentence.
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#definitely my plan: smoke pot with rob i am still 100% in
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uozlulu · 4 days
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My good friend Bertie is sending me scandals in the mail again.
Happy belated 420 everyone
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du-buk · 2 years
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[DRUGS warning:P] Learned my style becomes a lot more cartoony when I’m high as balls
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sdrobsworld · 4 months
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So this is kind of my first post. I’m not sure what we can talk about. I kind of just want to talk about narcotics and how great they are, but I don’t know if that’ll get me kicked off like before I even get my first comment gone before I get gone. I will see all I know is I love California, gummy worms. These are called Dabzilla. I got these gummy worms as a Thank you for the purchase I made from West Coast Cure dispensary on New Year’s Day. I’m surprised That I still have them this long They were delivered, But the time is now! I’m excited about this. I’ll let y’all know how it goes on the flipside.
#westcoastcure
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moved-to-darkplanets · 11 months
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Drug assisted spirit communication is swag as hell actually
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TW: mention of suicide, drug abuse, overdose, abuse (physical and mental), sexual assault, child abuse, mental illness
Because it was requested, here’s my life so far: To make a long story short, my parents are drug addicts. I was basically pimped out in order for my mother to get free drugs starting when I was 2. I don’t remember a lot of what I went through at that time because 1) I was a toddler and 2) my brain has done a pretty good job protecting me from the trauma. When I was 4 or 5, my parents left me at a crack house with strangers and they ran off to another state and completely neglected me for drugs.
I moved in with my moms sister after a stint in foster care (ordered by the courts) and she hated my mom growing up. My mom was the golden child who was spoiled and got whatever she wanted and then she lied to my aunt for years to get money for drugs because my mom refused to work. My aunt already was treated like less than by my family for being a lesbian, so she worked for everything she had and she didn’t know it was all for drugs. She supported my mother up until I was born, and I was born addicted to heroin because my mom used while pregnant and that’s when my aunt realized shit wasn’t adding up. Essentially, my aunt and her wife saved my life. When I was put into their care, I was super malnourished which was even more dangerous considering I was born premature so I was already super small. I had head lice so bad that I actually have scarring on my scalp and a huge phobia of small bugs or the feeling of anything near my ears. I was also severely beaten and raped by the men she left me in the crack house with, so my aunts had a lot of work to do when it came to helping me. And they did help me so much at first. I want to say that if it weren’t for them, I would have succumbed to my injuries and died.
Things were good for a bit, but my aunt ended up having a few untreated mental illnesses that only got worse with age. And as I got older, I became more vocal in my feelings. I also look a lot like my mother and acted like her when I was younger (well, her before the drug abuse). So, as I got older, my aunt started to hate me more and saw me as a reflection of my mother and took out her feelings she had about my mother onto me. Her wife - my other aunt - was gone for business 8/12 months of the year in Florida, so it would just be me at home getting abused. This went on until I was 12, and then I was talking to a friend who was telling me about how his parents treated him well and he basically let me know that what I was dealing with was abuse and not okay. I confronted my abusive aunt’s wife and she basically told me “your mother is a liar, so you’re lying too. My wife wouldn’t do that”. My aunt (the not-abusive one) was my lifeline up until that moment and without her support I was terrified and gutted. To this day I am upset that people didn’t believe a 12 YEAR OLD just because MY MOTHER had a lying problem. I can’t stress this enough- I am NOT my mother. I tried to tell her that, but she didn’t listen and my aunt was unwilling to admit the truth to her. So, I told them without explanation that I wanted to move in with my mother (who I hated at the time) because I was so heartbroken. I thought they’d try to stop me, but they just let me do it. That really hurt me and does to this day because they knew she’d never provide me a stable or safe environment.
I moved to a new state with a woman who I only knew because she birthed me and then sexually exploited and abandoned me and I did it because I was upset and I felt ostracized (funny how that works, huh). She still wasn’t as abusive to me as my father was for the short time he was in my life. My mother was still addicted to meth and her new husband was a heroin addict, so that was what I moved into. I dealt with that all of middle school, and she became physically abusive (throwing things at me, giving me concussions from hitting me into walls, randomly snapping due to drug-induced mania and attacking me at random) on top of the mental abuse she put me through by being on meth 24/7. I actually didn’t know about the meth until I turned 15 and caught her, and that same day I moved out. I moved in with a friend who was living on her own and I paid half the rent and worked while going to school up until I graduated and that friend saved my life. I wanted to kill myself, but thanks to her I didn’t. I ended up dating a guy who was physically abusive (my first relationship) when I was 16, but he joined the military and I can’t support bootlicking so that gave me the push I needed to end things. He’s now in prison for rape from what I’ve heard, so I guess I dodged a bullet. Being on my own and having schizophrenia that was not diagnosed (didn’t have insurance yet at that time) led to me self medicating, and a guy and his gf (who I had a crush on all through highschool) I was friends with offered me cocaine one day. I did a few lines, was instantly addicted, and it was the same thing with molly and xans. I ended up dating the guy and his gf, but she moved for college and left us, so it was just him and I.
We both got more addicted to coke, molly, and xans and then after a year I discovered he was cheating on me with like half of my friend group. This fucked with me, so I moved out of his place and got my own. I got really depressed and started using cocaine and Xanax daily. I’m talking about 4 grams of coke a day and 2 xanax per g of coke. I was working 60+ hours a week while doing art school and being mentally ill just to support my habit. It was bad. The breakup left me super suicidal and I was honestly just done. I had given up. Then November of 2021 rolled around and my plug began hanging out with my ex. My ex told my dealer to lace my stuff and told him a bunch of bs about me. My plug crushed up oxys and put them in a batch of coke he sold me. It was actually my best friend’s birthday that day and that was the coke I was bringing as a party favor, so in a way I’m glad I got greedy and did a few lines before the party so no one that I love ended up hurt.
The laced batch stopped my heart and I died while on my way to my best friend’s birthday party. Fortunately, my group had the Life360 app (shoutout to Life360) and found my location and called an ambulance for me and yea. I was in a coma last year for a month, but now I’m here and I’m queer and I’m not addicted to drugs. My current boyfriend (and feedee) was one of my best friends and was one of the main reasons I didn’t off myself back in 2021 and he saved my life. He’s amazing. So yea, that’s the back story.
Now, I’m a chef with heart problems, but I’m no longer addicted to drugs and my liver and heart are doing pretty well now as long as I don’t strain myself too much. That’s a lot of why I’m no longer a trainer: a doctors appointment made me realize I was putting too much stress on my heart this early into my recovery. But yeah, I’m glad to be alive. I like life now and I’ve found the beauty in it again. I’m very grateful. That’s the story for those who wanted it.
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ziskeyt · 1 year
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i have been given a valium to potentially help the dizziness i do not think. this is the right drug for me. oh my gosh i already have trouble with the body and the limbs and the where are the limbs. and i need to bake some chicken. should i have done this before the drug? yes! i didn't though!!!!!
it's fine. i'm gonna be fiiiine
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briarpatch-kids · 8 months
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Thank fuck I'm not pregnant so I can still smoke weed about all this. After Thursday I'm gonna need to behave like I could be at any time, but not yet!!!
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ar-gos · 1 year
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Jan 31, 23
I don't know who to talk to abt addiction because so far people have just gone haha anyway and not been helpful. It's 8 hours since my last bowl and I'm so nauseous and headachey already. This isn't fair I want to consume weed like I used to but still have a life and not be sick if I need to take a break
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asbestos-11 · 1 year
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dream blunt rotation:
tsunami, tobitaka, minaho, saginuma, uhhhhhh fuuuckkkkkk,,,,, fuckn dylan
sorry im2so stoned rn typing hard
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uozlulu · 10 days
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The doctor I went to yesterday prescribed me pills I 100% should NOT be taking (there are three reasons in the precautions that are very very big reasons) so now I get to check the other medication they gave me and probably have to talk to the pharmacist about this because it's like one of these conditions really doesn't have to be treated and so...bleh bleh bleh
I mean like i even stressed to them at the appointment my #1 allergy that gets in the way of skincare and there's an actual allergy warning for it on its drug page and just the other two reasons (that are also in my chart) aside...why why why.
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bytefunnysilly · 2 years
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ummmmmmmm anyone there i need to scream out my feeligns im high and bplaying roblox again lol. the epicest fail
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kardgme · 1 year
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7 or 8 zopes in (Zopiclone thr 7.5mg ones)
Handful of Xanax washed it down with 3 gbig ass gulps of robitusin
I could do anything to never feel again. Seems like my dad had a point; life aint shit unless you can't feel it.
Ive got tons of drafter but no banger bowl or giant torch for that shit. I've just started putting it on paper the goey kind anyway and just shoving that ish in my bowl. The crumbly ones though ill do sans paper.
Autism and that stupid legal age diagnoses I need to forget everything and feel nothing forever
I'm not scared of heights anymore 🌉🌊
I'm so lonely just me and this weed
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dopeanchordaze · 3 months
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The more I read into the Fentanyl crisis… the more and more relevant “A Scanner Darkly” seems.
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glitterdisasterx · 3 months
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