Tripping and parents

I came home drunk, and couldn't find the 2oz of mushrooms i had gotten. Apparently i dud find it, but threw it in my front yard...
I woke up on my couch in the basement with my mom yelling down the stairs. She accused me of selling mushrooms and i denied what they were. I was half asleep and claimed they were medicinal mushrooms... terrible plan.
she aaid "bullshit" and threw the 2oz down the stairs.
I just passed back out, woke up at noon to mushies in the middle of the room.
Never spoke about it with my mom again.

 

I give my dad mush sometimes now. He gives it to a buddy that uses it for migraines. Medicine for the mind and body.

 

I live in a very small apartment with my mom so ive had far too mAny of these parental experiences. It seems to deprnd not so much on the dose but on what drug im on. I can always have comfortable -- even enjoyable --conversations with my mom on mushrooms, but every time ive interacted with my parents on other drugs like 2c-e and lsd it hasn't gone so well. My mom seems to know that i use these drugs and sometes tries to take advantage of my open mindstate to have deep conversations and try to put ideas in my head, and, although she doesnt seem very happy with me, she's never angry like she was when i was younger and she'd catch me sneaking out late to trip.

I've talked to myom a lot on psys but im still mot sure how many times she actually knew i was tripping. The only time it was really bad was when i was on wayy too high a dose of 2c-e and was having a difficult trip ( i aas scared because i was still tripping after like 12-14 hours -- i think because i had taken maois a couple days earlier). I was trying to ride the trip out in my room but the radio kept getting angry at me and i felt i needed to talk to someone so i ended up going to the kitchen and confusedly making dinner and having a really strange comversation with my mom. Eventually i could tell she knew what was up and i admitted i was on "mushrooms" (which i thought would alarm her less than explaining what 2ce was and why i shouldnt have taken it so close to maois) and the conversation got alot more normal after she understood why i was acting so wierd. I was still tripping quite hard, kind of scared i might nevet come down, and i wasreally depressed at the time and talked to my mom about a bumch of things that were bothering me. We ended up talking about love amd relationships and i may also have inadvertently mentioned some psychedelic delusions. Somehow my mindstate seemed to actually influence my mom and she told me about a lot of things in her life she would never have mentioned otherwise. I certainly dont want it to happen again but at least my paremts have become a lot more mature and understamding about it and i think our relationship has improved since my mom realized i could actually have coherent conversations with her on drugs and since my dad told me that he'd tripped as well -- unfortunately i think my dad had one bad trip on mushroom tea and it scared him off of it and made him think badly of it.

I'll also share what i remember of one of the best tripping with parents stories ive ever heard: it was my friends birthday and he decided to go to work -( as a door to doir lawn service salesman) on a pretty heft dose of mushrooms. And he got through the day with nothing more than a little giggling at strangers doors and whatnot. But whole family had planned a surprise birthday party for him -- they all drove to his work, picked him up and drove him home, where they had cooked a massive cake for him. And, terrified as he was, he had to force feed himself the cake and act as if he was really having fun. I think he got through it alright but his dad mightve gigired out something was funky.

 

My mom doesn't know about me ever doing drugs. If she does, she never told me. And I'm sure she'd say something if she knew, since my sister was an addict and she always knew when she was high.

My sister to this day never ratted me out because I was a occasional user and if my mother knew she'd blame her for influencing me. Plus I also like to think she was protecting me out of sisterly love. lol However, I don't live at home anymore so I don't really care if she knows what I used to do.