Danas mom is a huge partier,iirc.

Well, not so much a huge partier, as pretty open minded about trying new stuff if the circumstances are right: including experiencing the rave club scene very briefly, and the joys of certain kinds of uppers :p

None of which she was at all drawn to or knowledgable about prior to my and my brother's efforts to involve her. By which time she was in her 50s.

I might have shared my mushroom experience here before.
If so, ignore :)

It was still legal to buy them in ths country at the time, although rules were being stretched, so the Govt clamped down.
I'd seen the sign outside the shop I walked past about them not being available much longer and not really thought much of it.
But one evening I left work and decided on a whim to buy some.
The shop owner was very responsible, gave me a crib sheet, talked me though it (after ascertaining it was my first time) even down to suggesting how much to take and the need to have a responsible person with me.

So I went home and took what he had suggested.
Nothing.
Feeling reckless I took some more after an hour.
Nope.
This went on at more frequent intervals.
By the time I was starting to feel the effects I was enjoying it and necked the whole bag.

It wasn't a bad trip (except for the skulls) but it would have been so much better had I followed the advice. I'd had mild acid trips, and this would have been much more pleasant had I not started to stress out. Meh, alone in my flat with no idea it would end, no wonder I was stressed.

The good news is I talked myself down (I told myself it would wear off enough for me to sleep by midnight, and it did, although I still had lovely mild trails of colour the next day) and I went in to work happy as Larry.

I'd be very suspect of any hallucinogen* now, given my medication and previous suicidal thoughts.
I'm glad I experienced it when I did.

*technically they are not, but I've been shouted at for my pedantry for saying this before. Even when I was young enough to be considered cool.

I was thinking flashbacks, but whatever fits. :D

That made me laugh so much.

The thing I realised about acid, is that anticipation and memory are the best parts of the experience. The actual period of being high is often not as wonderful as either of those two parts would admit.




[eta] on a slightly more serious note: I think one of the most worrying things about drug taking, particularly when young, is the way it can skew your sense of personal safety. How the fuck I exited my teenage years in more or less one piece is a mystery to me. I put myself, or allowed myself to go into, dangerous situations, with people who I now, looking back, most certainly would not trust with the safety of my 17 year old niece. Not saying they were bad people, though some of them probably were, but they were hard people. And I was a 17 year old tourist with an entirely misplaced sense of invulnerability, and a teen-fiction fascination with the Dark Underbelly of the world.

I was extremely fortunate that a handful of very nice, and in their own way responsible, but very hard people, effectively took me under their wing. Mainly the blokes. You don't have to be the most beautiful 17 year old to fascinate 29 year old men :p I of course, was mostly oblivious to this fact.

Ugh. I took acid a few times when I was a teen.

I could read people's minds. Was v. disturbing. HATED it. I have to wonder why I did it when I hated it...now drinking - that relaxed me enough to tolerate other humans.

Acid and hallucinogenics just made things more "real" to me - I wanted numbness, not heightened awareness.

I took a hit of Miss Mary Mack acid and I didn't come down until the 4th of July.