who's told their parents

i eventually got tired of always lying and hiding shit around my parents. this was when i was probably 20 or 21, so i was already living outside of their house. for me to tell them was just ....well, me telling them. they couldnt tell me "no." i even tried to reason that i was getting great grades while smoking and my dad told me that was a "crutch" to rely on weed like that. i eventually graduated college cum laude after smoking every day for the last few years of my schoolin´. fuck weed being a crutch.

it all came down to either having a sneaky, closed relationship with my parents, or an honest, open one. i chose the latter. i´d rather be closer to my parents than farther away in that respect.

they bring it up every now and then that they want me to be safe and all that, but otherwise, they´re pretty cool with it.

 

my parents dont know but im not gonna tell them because they said if they catch me doing any drugs they will try to get me in trouble with the law for it but my dad used to smoke cigs and smokes cigars and i found a box with a pipe and weed that i think is my dads

 

I've never outright told my parents, but I think they've caught on. Despite their steadfast stance against marijuana, I don't think they care a whole lot if I do it because a) I'm an adult now and b) I do plenty well for myself - moreso than the vast majority of non-users.

 

ive tried to tell my parents. my mother doesn't believe me and gets really upset, but she is insane. and my father is just like "whatever".

 

keep on rockin in the free world man

 

my parents are suspicious but would probably be very angry or upset if i came out and said anything. i dont let them SEE anything but im sure that deep down they know it.

 

I told my mom tonight; I don't really give a shit if my dad knows. It went down pretty much like I thought it would. I basically walked up, handed her my pipe in it's little case, and said something like, "Because I've always thought it was better to be honest with you..." which is really how it goes.

The first thing she does is smell the bag, then asks what I've been smoking with it. It seemed like a rhetorical question, so I asked "Well, what's it smell like?" and she says that back in her day there were a bunch of things that might smell like that. I laughed inside.
She basically told me that I shouldn't drive, that I shouldn't get caught, and I shouldn't have it with me when me and my friends do stupid stuff like go to Walmart and run around dressed like ninjas in the off chance we really get into trouble.
I was just about to leave when she asked me how much it costs now-a-days. Then she went into some story about how my grandma once bought her some from some dentists for her birthday and got really paranoid that there would be drug dogs on the bus or something. It didn't seem like a good time to crack up, but I almost did.

 

dude thats awesome that she was cool with. You've got some balls to go tell her that, theres no way i could do that.

 

I've often thought of telling my parents, as I know that they grow / smoke it as well, its a funny situation really, knowing that they do it, but expecting that they'd probably kill me if I told them.

 

Hehe...I didn't really get a chance. They found my apple pipe in my room when I was 15 by accident. My mom found it hilarious, but was shocked because I was a straight A GoodyGoody student who used the cover "I would never ever smoke pot. School's too important." lol They were cool about it though. My dad and brother already smoked pot, so it wasn't that big of a deal.

After my brother and dad moved out she told me that I wasn't allowed to smoke in the house anymore...so instead of arguing I just got sneakier. lol She knows now and is cool with it. She realizes I'm not one of those people that's going to smoke pot and do stupid shit, so she's reasonable.

 

why do you that they would kill you if they do it too? sounds to me like it would be great if they knew cause then you could smoke with them and get some free pot since they're growing.

 

^^Yea. After all, what's the worse that's going to happen?

 

i just told my parents and they got really pissed and started lecturing me about how its all gonna go on a downward spiral, leading to harder drugs and some bullshit like that. my dad claims many of his friends smoked pot and fucked their lives up and died..... they also threw all their family problems at me claiming that the gene for drugaddiction is in the family (two of my uncles are alcoholics), which might be true but is still none of my fault. they cant understand that what matters is the way you approach smoking the pot and obviously believe all the crap they've been fed by anti-drug campaigns and the government. they also claim weed will kill my lungs in the long run and also got pissed because of that(even though my mom goes through two/three packs of cigs a day)

now my dad is saying he's going to talk to some friends and get professional help and doctors and shit to talk about it with the three of us (dad mom and I). I fucking regret telling them now... I'm in for some excrutiating times....

 

Ouch. Maybe you could have scoped out the situation better? Best of luck.

 

my mom does not no but she smokes some teachers no

 

My dad knows and i'm pretty sure that my mom knows....as long as i keep it on the "down low" I'm good to go!

 

the police confirmed my parent's suspisions

 

i told my mom one day when i was in the car with her...and from that she invited me to go with her and her boyfriend to the philly folk fest. and i personally felt happier telling her and made me feel less like i was hiding it.

after i told my mom, she asked if she could buy my pipe! i was like "bitch, get your own!"
lol.

then again, i have one crazy family.

 

both know.

theyre not 'okay' with it.

they know i do it at parties and what not.

they don't want it in the house but they didnt exactly say 'if you do it again i'll kill you'.

so long as its not in the house and an every day thing im safe.

 

Ugh, told my 15 year old brother this afternoon. I figured having one less person in the house (leaving only my dad) I need to hide it from would make life easier. I guess I assumed he'd be more cool with it. I felt bad because he launched into this short speech about how he thinks it's a stupid idea, but he said it all in that suppressed little brother voice, like he would have argued more vehemently with someone who he hadn't been looking up to all his life. Damn, I hope I didn't crush some cornerstone of his existence. Do all little brothers maintain a sort of reverence until it gets shattered by reality?

Anyway, he mentioned a bunch of school-brainwashing propaganda stuff: addiction, gateway drugs, even suicide (that one caught me off guard). I argued against the addiction, but I wasn't prepared or willing to have a big discussion with him (he was in the middle of making dinner) so I guess I'll just leave it be for now and hope he picks up on the fact that I'm not becoming a psycho, a bum, or a suicide.