Dab of billy in my mid 20s. Boyfriend and I decided to walk from Swindon to Bournemouth for some reason. By the time we got near Marlborough about 10 miles down the road, the hiking/camping novelty was wearing off so needed a boost. Didn’t like it, gave me severe headache and he didn’t stop rabbiting for another 10 miles.
One tiny corner of a trip the size of a postage stamp, mid 20s, in the car park at Dominos Newbury. I was riding motorbikes then and the liquid chrome views of the bike engines parked up was great and the 3D effect ‘seeing into’ trees and surfaces, but then I accidentally glanced at my own eyes in the rear view mirror and freaked out. Never again. Terrifying.
A couple of space brownies, again 20s, Ibiza I think. Nothing special.
By nature I don’t enjoy the feeling of losing control over my senses so all of those instances were peer pressure really, and circumstantial as my boyfriend was nearly 10 years younger than me and I was quite green and not at all streetwise!
I’ve no idea if it’s related but I’ve occasionally suffered from feelings of being ‘outside of everything’, like Am I Really Existing kind of thing, which I have to consciously control otherwise it will tip into a panic attack. I try to control it by using that 5 senses mindfulness thing ; what can I see in the room, what can I smell, what can I hear, etc etc and that helps focus on what is actually tangible in that moment, rather than what I’m imagining.
It starts with getting the jitters, which is exactly what I experienced when I took the acid. Bearing in mind I had only had one tiny corner of the whole postage stamp sized trip. God knows what would have happened if I’d had the whole thing.
Thankfully I’ve terrified my own young children into believing drugs will make your face cave in or your insides fall out, so I’m confident they’ll avoid them.