Christmas Drug Puns

I did MDMA with my brother yesterday night and I had a fun af time. It was the perfect way to send off Christmas day.

The schedule is always the same. At five pm we eat dinner. At six we put on our pajamas and watch It’s a Wonderful Life. Then at half past eight Mom makes us take sleeping pills and we have to go to bed because we ‘can’t be awake when Santa comes’.

It’s bullshit.

None of my friends families do crazy shit like this. I’m sixteen this year and I stopped believing in Santa years ago. So earlier tonight, when she was handing out our pills, I hid mine under my tongue and spat it out in the toilet. I pretended to be extra sleepy and went to bed. Only I wasn’t tired, I was wide awake and ready to stay up to figure out what my parents do on Christmas Eve that they don’t want us to know about.

But now I’m curled up under my covers, gagging while chewing on three of those little white pills and trying to get them down. I need them to work FAST. I HAVE to get to sleep right away. My whole family is asleep and I should have been too. I don’t know what the hell those red spidery things are on the Pearson’s roof but the ones that went down to the Smith house pulled their daughter out the chimney. People aren’t supposed to go up chimneys. I’ll never forget the way she screamed.

I’m starting to get a little drowsy but I can hear the weird clicking sound they make on the roof. It sounds like hooves but those things aren’t reindeer. I think they only take people that are awake. Now I know why my parents wanted us asleep.

On 12/24, I ran over my foot with a piece of equipment, due to the angle it was turned at. I was wearing steel toed boots as required, but the damage was higher up my foot. Because it was an equipment accident, I was required to submit to a drug test at an urgent care, and not allowed to return to work until the test comes back. Due to the holiday, I was expecting a delay, but I've now missed 3 work days and trying to check in got me brushed off. Should I be paid for these missed days?

Hello! I'll keep this one short and sweet.

During my teens, my mother was addicted to heroin thanks to her scintillating taste in boyfriends. It was so bad that me and my brother were shoplifting food and school supplies. Well, so was Mum, and one year she took my keyboard that my stepgrandmother had given me to hock for drugs. Then she shoplifted our Christmas presents. Then she took those to hock for her heroin.

And she wonders why one of her children is a drug addict, another is a drunk petty criminal and the third has some breathtaking mental health issues... and absolutely none of them talk to her.*

*I felt this is entitled as my mother repeatedly chose the drugs over her children and lied to us constantly about why she needed the money/was shoplifting/why she was so erratic. I acknowledge addiction is an illness. I also acknowledge that my mother was, and always will be, a selfish twunt with addiction issues who has refused - even when offered - to get help.

After ten years of being Buddhist without taking precepts (five precepts are the foundational practice of Theravada and other schools of Buddhism which is to abstain from killing any living being, stealing, lying, sexual misconduct and the last but not least consuming intoxicants) I gave up drinking last Christmas. Coming from a heavy drinking family and heavy drinking friends I tried for years to give it up. Maybe 15-20 short lived attempts. Last Christmas nothing majorly embarrassing or bad happened I just knew it was over. I told my wife "OK that's it" and have not had a sip since. She helped me so much to not give in and my meditation practice and life has improved in ways I couldn't describe. Glad to have quit embarrassing myself, destroying my body and mind and wrecking my relationships. Happy to meet all of you!

Edit: not last Christmas two Christmases ago!! 2019 :)

Friend has been telling me that she wants to try psychedelics so I was thinking of getting her some shrooms for Christmas

Update: she was elated to get the shrooms. Thanks guys :)

Disclaimer: this is long, sorry!!

Just needing some outsider perspectives on my current situation. I will try and summarise as best I can:

• My brother has been addicted to drugs since he was 16

• He made my teenage years a nightmare. Yelling and screaming at me and my parents almost daily, smashing things, police at our house weekly, getting physical with my dad frequently (my dad has anger issues and would fight back, very scary), mum and dad were constantly fighting because of him etc. I was miserable and felt that I couldn’t have friends over in fear of him being abusive.

• He would only leave us in peace when my parents would give him money.

• They kicked him out eventually when he was about 20. Things were finally peaceful and I moved out of home with my boyfriend when I was 24.

• Since then, I’ve essentially had nothing to do with him. The few instances where I have reached out to him to try and support him and encourage him to change, he has just manipulated me and ended up causing further emotional damage.

• He has continued to harass my parents and will often turn up unannounced. My parents are scared when they hear someone knock on the door, he calls them to pay for his food, cigarettes, medication, whatever else, and will scream at them or threaten to come to their house if they don’t comply. I hate him for what he’s done to them.

• My parents have been very inconsistent in their messaging toward him over the years. At times they will have a restraining order against him, but will still answer the phone to him and drop him groceries etc.

• I believe they enable his behaviour by doing this and this has been a source of frustration and resentment for me for a long time, which has impacted my relationship with my parents.

• They will pivot between hating him and wishing he would just die, to loving him and defending him.

• They will often say to me “when you’re a parent you’ll understand” to invalidate any of my arguments.

• I am now 27, in a stable relationship, have a masters degree, have my dream job etc. I’m on Zoloft for anxiety and I’ve been to therapy. I have worked hard to get to a place of peace and calm, both in my home environment, and internally.

Now, onto my current dilemma. This Christmas he attended family lunch at mum and dads house. He currently has an ankle bracelet on and was only allowed 1.5 hours release from his house for the day.

So, the week prior to Christmas mum and I had a few arguments about my a

Hi everyone! I'm new to this sub, and I'm hoping to get a little bit of your guidance or read some of your experiences that are similar to mine (not in lieu of medical advice, of course).

I'm a childfree married cis-woman in my mid-30s from Ontario, Canada. I have depression, anxiety, and was diagnosed with ADHD 3 years ago (I guess there was a 2 for 1 sale). Currently on LTD because of a cumulative emotional/psychological crisis and burnout.

I've tried many different SSRIs, Wellbutrin (for depression and anxiety) and stimulants (for ADHD) in the past 4+ years (I have a history of su!c!dal ideations and SSRI treatments since I was 16-19 years old). I've been seeing my psychiatrist every 1-2 months since 2019, but I'm stuck on blah-ness, brain fog and spiraling.

In addition to my other medication, up until recently I was taking 10mg of Cipralex at bed time, but she has now prescribed Manerix to replace it because one of my parents and their sibling took it a long time ago and it was effective. My psychiatrist had me take only 5mg of Cipralex for the past week (before bed) and I'm supposed to start taking 150mg of Manerix this weekend (I haven't gone to pick up the prescription yet... it's been 5 days). She told me that there were some drug interactions in my list of meds, but she was confident that if I take Manerix at lunch time, it won't have any issues with the other meds I take in the morning and before bed, and they're not at a high dose (for the amitriptyline). If I'm not feeling any difference after 2 weeks, I'm supposed to go up to 300mg, and again +150mg 2 weeks later.

Here's my list of current prescriptions and supplements:

• Morning:
  • Dexedrine IR - 10mg (ADHD)
  • Vyvanse (extended release) - 90mg (ADHD)
  • Wellbutrin XL - 300mg (Depression)
• Lunch:
  • Optifer-A - 1 tablet (low ferritin, PCOS, FPHL)
  • L-methylfolate - 15mg (no diagnosed deficiency, but actually helps)
  • Vitamin D spray - 1,000 IU (I don't go outside, so I bring the sunshine in)
  • Nature's Bounty Adult Multivitamin - 2 gummies (I hated the huge gross tablets, the gummies are tasty)
• Late afternoon (4-6pm ish) :
  • Dexedrine IR - 10 or 15mg (ADHD)
• Dinner time (7-8pm ish):
  • Spironolactone - 45mg (PCOS, acne, FPHL)
• Before bed:
  • Advair 500 inhaler (asthma)
  • Norethindrone mini-pill birth control (continuous; no estrogen due to migraines with aura)
  • Amitriptyline - 40mg (migraine prevention + sleep aid)
  • Magnesium oxide su

Disclaimer: this is long, sorry!!

Just needing some outsider perspectives on my current situation. I will try and summarise as best I can:

• My brother has been addicted to drugs since he was 16

• He made my teenage years a nightmare. Yelling and screaming at me and my parents almost daily, smashing things, police at our house weekly, getting physical with my dad frequently (my dad has anger issues and would fight back, very scary), mum and dad were constantly fighting because of him etc. I was miserable and felt that I couldn’t have friends over in fear of him being abusive.

• He would only leave us in peace when my parents would give him money.

• They kicked him out eventually when he was about 20. Things were finally peaceful and I moved out of home with my boyfriend when I was 24.

• Since then, I’ve essentially had nothing to do with him. The few instances where I have reached out to him to try and support him and encourage him to change, he has just manipulated me and ended up causing further emotional damage.

• He has continued to harass my parents and will often turn up unannounced. My parents are scared when they hear someone knock on the door, he calls them to pay for his food, cigarettes, medication, whatever else, and will scream at them or threaten to come to their house if they don’t comply. I hate him for what he’s done to them.

• My parents have been very inconsistent in their messaging toward him over the years. At times they will have a restraining order against him, but will still answer the phone to him and drop him groceries etc.

• I believe they enable his behaviour by doing this and this has been a source of frustration and resentment for me for a long time, which has impacted my relationship with my parents.

• They will pivot between hating him and wishing he would just die, to loving him and defending him.

• They will often say to me “when you’re a parent you’ll understand” to invalidate any of my arguments.

• I am now 27, in a stable relationship, have a masters degree, have my dream job etc. I’m on Zoloft for anxiety and I’ve been to therapy. I have worked hard to get to a place of peace and calm, both in my home environment, and internally.

Now, onto my current dilemma. This Christmas he attended family lunch at mum and dads house. He currently has an ankle bracelet on and was only allowed 1.5 hours release from his house for the day.

So, the week prior to Christmas mum and I had a few arguments about my a