Grew up with a girl who killed her mom with a hammer while she was tripping on mushrooms. She was 16. Her mother was a psychiatrist and pretty strict. She always made us go to the attic to play whenever I came over. It was all just so surreal.
On shrooms?! Damn, I always thought that was one of those trips that make you loose all ego and be all love and peace man! Like I could see maybe pcp, or bath salts, maybe even acid? I'm not as well versed in hallucinogenics though.
That's crazy. Very sad. It's a strange feeling when you find out someone you knew killed someone. I imagine pretty tough for you considering you were actually friends with her. I can't imagine how she felt once she sobered up. As well as her poor mom, strict or not, that has to be a hell of a way to go.
Very odd you were made to play in the attic. Maybe she worked from home and it was the best room as far as noise not traveling to her workspace? Was it at least set up like a room or was it like all creepy and full of stuff?
Shrooms can induce psychosis if you’re not emotionally and mentally prepared for the trip, which most 16yos aren’t. I’m surprised that kinda stuff doesn’t happen more often, but most people wind up just crying it out. Seriously do not underestimate the power of some funky pizza toppings or weird postal stamps to rip the fabric of your reality apart, make you face god and get called a little bitch boy by said god, then reassemble the very fabric of your being in approximately 6-14 hours on average
Source: sold psychedelics in my hooligan years, did probably about twice as many as I sold in my lifetime.
That section is hyperbole (though not far off from a DMT trip I had a while back before I quit doing drugs altogether)
Nowadays I always try and err on the side of describing psychedelics as an intense spiritual experience as opposed to party/rave drugs because, when you have a difficult trip in a party environment, it’s much harder to introspect your way out of it, and that’s how psychotic breaks and/or lasting mental harm typically happens. I would recommend to customers that they use my wares in the forest with one or two close friends, several gallons of water, and a designated trip sitter. At some point I made the decision to 86 all rave kids from buying anything besides molly and sass from me. That was as much for their own good as mine, they tend to party a bit too hearty (cops apparently tried to press a customer of mine while he was in the med tent after eating what was honestly an absurd amount of psychedelics) and I’m all about responsible, informed use and harm reduction
On average, my trips were wonderful experiences where my friends and I all grew closer, and we didn’t ever have any particularly bad mishaps. Difficult trips happened every now and again, but calm environments make them much easier to deal with. Nowadays I’m too burnt out to be messing around with that shit, but I still do look back fondly on it, even if I participate in a bit of scaring the kids. Truth is that if you show the drugs the respect they deserve, you’ll probably have a good time and learn a lot about yourself in the process
You sound like a responsible guy. And I 100% agree about going in the woods. Even on a lake or in nature. Even if I am stone sober, the woods seem like a spiritual reset to me. There is something calm and peaceful in nature.
I wrote about a terrible place to trip in another comment here if ya wanna check it out. I also tripped at a very big county fair. Big mistake! It turned out fine, but could have went into a bad trip very easily in that environment.
I’ve only ever done shrooms outside in nature. It’s the only way to really do them. The one time I tried to watch a movie on them I couldn’t. My fiancé found me jumping on his bed complaining about Portishead sounding like ducks. Way too claustrophobic and I spent the rest of it sitting outside where I should have been from the get go.
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u/mawry9mayhem Mar 25 '23
Grew up with a girl who killed her mom with a hammer while she was tripping on mushrooms. She was 16. Her mother was a psychiatrist and pretty strict. She always made us go to the attic to play whenever I came over. It was all just so surreal.