RabidLabMouse
Half in jest, all in seriousness.
By way of my introduction, I'd like to post about.. my introduction. To the world of "better living through chemistry," anyway.
I'm in my mid-thirties now and before I met my significant other (we'll call him S) I had had no success with ANY mind-altering substance. I'd tried marijuana a few times as a teenager, with various methods of use, and every once in a while again as an adult, but never had any effect whatsoever. My friends never believed me and always made me try to smoke in front of them to see if they would be the ones to successfully get me high. It didn't happen.
I've also got a very high tolerance for other substances, like alcohol and painkillers among other things. I didn't manage to get drunk until I was twenty-five and even then, it took seven shots of vodka lined up and knocked back one right after the other. I don't enjoy the taste of alcohol, any alcohol, so I don't drink often. If I do drink several times in a short period, my tolerance actually goes DOWN. Seven shots to get drunk becomes five, becomes three. It's probably been over a year since I last did and it would take a great deal of effort on my part to get any kind of buzz. Just not worth it. As far as painkillers, I've had to take larger than average doses to get any kind of relief for various health issues in the past. Benadryl didn't make me sleepy and pseudoephedrine didn't produce any kind of stimulant effect. Even Nyquil didn't work often. I had pretty much accepted that I would be sober the rest of my life and didn't find much wrong with that. I still had fun at raves and such totally sober.
But then I met S and we started dating. S is a psychonaut and one of the members here. He, like my friends in the past, was determined to get me high. I don't think he half believed me when I talked about my natural resistance to chemicals at first but after watching me down bottles of wine and Fireball whiskey and smoke large amounts of pot with no effect, he came around. Didn't stop him from wanting to beat it, in fact I believe it encouraged him. Like I was a puzzle. He is also at least very slightly more spiritual than I am (I have all the spiritual depth of a shallow pond. The light touches the bottom of this pool, no hidden depths) so I think he hoped that psychedelics might bring about some sort of epiphany for me.
We started with pot. It eventually did work but I had to take in a massive amount the first time. I don't know how much it was but apparently it was quite a bit. I hallucinated and I loved it. I've always enjoyed hallucinations (generally generated from lack of sleep, because I have insomnia) so this was great. Nothing that changed my reality or anything but I had fun.
With that success, we found that my tolerance with marijuana is much like my experience with alcohol. If I've been using it regularly for any period of time, my tolerance goes down. Two years ago, a 10 mg edible would have done absolutely nothing to me. These days, I get comfortably high with it. I never build up a tolerance and have to take more as long as I keep using it every few days at the least.
I think the next thing I tried was MDMA. Although S is larger in size and mass than I am, I have to take twice what he does, or nearly so, to get the same effect and it wears off much more quickly. After that came mushrooms, which he grew specially for me. One of the sweetest things a man has ever done for me, heh. I'm a rip-the-bandaid-off kind of girl so I jumped in, my very first trip, with 3 grams of what I now know were very potent mushrooms.
That trip was one of the most amazing things. I saw beautiful things, like pulsating neon geometric pythons dancing, and even had some tactile hallucinations (it felt like S was made of knees, which I found hilarious) and experienced time dilation with Tool songs that seemed to last literally FOR-EV-ER. I saw things the same whether my eyes were open or closed and knew I wasn't seeing reality.
It's been two years since then and my experiences have been pretty far-reaching considering what a late start I had, because S really wants me to have that breaking-open-the-head experience. Hyperspace. Ego death/dissolution. (Spoiler alert: I haven't.) I smoked 250mg of vaporized DMT (S loaded and heated it for me since I was a newb) and had an absolutely lovely time with the gigantic purple cuttlefish but no spiritual epiphanies or new senses of connection with anything. Nothing traditionally profound.
And that's the way it's been for every substance I've tried. I always have a great time but nothing blasting me off into outer space. Actually, the tolerance has been getting worse. I do mushrooms once every few months but these last two times have been really disappointing. I took in as much as I could (about 4 grams) in an interesting jungle ceremony. Didn't feel a thing. Even recently, I was trying for my first heroic dose with 6 grams of mushrooms and it barely touched me. My vision wavered a little around the edges and I got giggly but that was it. I'm kind of concerned that there might be something wrong with me.
But at least I've never had a bad trip on anything. Set and setting have become a non-issue for me. Nothing in the least negative has happened in any of my trips, not even on the ayahuasca in the jungle. It might happen some day but in almost twenty trips on various substances, it's been nothing but a delightful ride. I'm still a spiritual hunk of granite.
And that's my story thus far. I think what I'm hoping for with membership here is a new perspective on my experiences in relation to others'. S is my biggest source of information on the psychedelic world but I'd like to hear from others as well.
...well. I guess that's that. Hi.
I'm in my mid-thirties now and before I met my significant other (we'll call him S) I had had no success with ANY mind-altering substance. I'd tried marijuana a few times as a teenager, with various methods of use, and every once in a while again as an adult, but never had any effect whatsoever. My friends never believed me and always made me try to smoke in front of them to see if they would be the ones to successfully get me high. It didn't happen.
I've also got a very high tolerance for other substances, like alcohol and painkillers among other things. I didn't manage to get drunk until I was twenty-five and even then, it took seven shots of vodka lined up and knocked back one right after the other. I don't enjoy the taste of alcohol, any alcohol, so I don't drink often. If I do drink several times in a short period, my tolerance actually goes DOWN. Seven shots to get drunk becomes five, becomes three. It's probably been over a year since I last did and it would take a great deal of effort on my part to get any kind of buzz. Just not worth it. As far as painkillers, I've had to take larger than average doses to get any kind of relief for various health issues in the past. Benadryl didn't make me sleepy and pseudoephedrine didn't produce any kind of stimulant effect. Even Nyquil didn't work often. I had pretty much accepted that I would be sober the rest of my life and didn't find much wrong with that. I still had fun at raves and such totally sober.
But then I met S and we started dating. S is a psychonaut and one of the members here. He, like my friends in the past, was determined to get me high. I don't think he half believed me when I talked about my natural resistance to chemicals at first but after watching me down bottles of wine and Fireball whiskey and smoke large amounts of pot with no effect, he came around. Didn't stop him from wanting to beat it, in fact I believe it encouraged him. Like I was a puzzle. He is also at least very slightly more spiritual than I am (I have all the spiritual depth of a shallow pond. The light touches the bottom of this pool, no hidden depths) so I think he hoped that psychedelics might bring about some sort of epiphany for me.
We started with pot. It eventually did work but I had to take in a massive amount the first time. I don't know how much it was but apparently it was quite a bit. I hallucinated and I loved it. I've always enjoyed hallucinations (generally generated from lack of sleep, because I have insomnia) so this was great. Nothing that changed my reality or anything but I had fun.
With that success, we found that my tolerance with marijuana is much like my experience with alcohol. If I've been using it regularly for any period of time, my tolerance goes down. Two years ago, a 10 mg edible would have done absolutely nothing to me. These days, I get comfortably high with it. I never build up a tolerance and have to take more as long as I keep using it every few days at the least.
I think the next thing I tried was MDMA. Although S is larger in size and mass than I am, I have to take twice what he does, or nearly so, to get the same effect and it wears off much more quickly. After that came mushrooms, which he grew specially for me. One of the sweetest things a man has ever done for me, heh. I'm a rip-the-bandaid-off kind of girl so I jumped in, my very first trip, with 3 grams of what I now know were very potent mushrooms.
That trip was one of the most amazing things. I saw beautiful things, like pulsating neon geometric pythons dancing, and even had some tactile hallucinations (it felt like S was made of knees, which I found hilarious) and experienced time dilation with Tool songs that seemed to last literally FOR-EV-ER. I saw things the same whether my eyes were open or closed and knew I wasn't seeing reality.
It's been two years since then and my experiences have been pretty far-reaching considering what a late start I had, because S really wants me to have that breaking-open-the-head experience. Hyperspace. Ego death/dissolution. (Spoiler alert: I haven't.) I smoked 250mg of vaporized DMT (S loaded and heated it for me since I was a newb) and had an absolutely lovely time with the gigantic purple cuttlefish but no spiritual epiphanies or new senses of connection with anything. Nothing traditionally profound.
And that's the way it's been for every substance I've tried. I always have a great time but nothing blasting me off into outer space. Actually, the tolerance has been getting worse. I do mushrooms once every few months but these last two times have been really disappointing. I took in as much as I could (about 4 grams) in an interesting jungle ceremony. Didn't feel a thing. Even recently, I was trying for my first heroic dose with 6 grams of mushrooms and it barely touched me. My vision wavered a little around the edges and I got giggly but that was it. I'm kind of concerned that there might be something wrong with me.
But at least I've never had a bad trip on anything. Set and setting have become a non-issue for me. Nothing in the least negative has happened in any of my trips, not even on the ayahuasca in the jungle. It might happen some day but in almost twenty trips on various substances, it's been nothing but a delightful ride. I'm still a spiritual hunk of granite.
And that's my story thus far. I think what I'm hoping for with membership here is a new perspective on my experiences in relation to others'. S is my biggest source of information on the psychedelic world but I'd like to hear from others as well.
...well. I guess that's that. Hi.