Whoops! Yes I did! Sorry!Did you mean NOT be judged?
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Whoops! Yes I did! Sorry!Did you mean NOT be judged?
I see that the thread was made less than 24 hours ago - give them some timeYou know, I think we've lost the original poster's attention in this thread.
I'm sorry you had to go through this.I have only recently found that I am on the spectrum.
I experimented, somewhat, with alcohol when I was growing up.
It was an interesting feeling, but one that didn't necessarily warrant searching it out or doing it all the time.
My alcohol use while in my teens was probably slightly less than average, compared to other teens.
I was a little more timid.
I was married at 18, and my son was born while I was still 18.
As I had a wife and son, and as drinking was not a priority, our alcohol consumption was a glass of wine or two, or maybe a couple of mixed drinks, or a couple of beers.
It was usually taken with a meal, or as we were relaxing, later in the evening.
Over the course of the next year, I watched my wife become someone that I didn't know, didn't even recognize.
She became cruel, there was physical abuse, psychological abuse.
As we had a son together, and believing that we needed to remain a family for his sake, I worked constantly, diligently, to keep the peace, but the abuse got worse.
She became downright wicked. She was ever finding new, more creative ways to hurt me. I could handle the physical abuse.
I was 5' 10", 180lbs, she was 5', 94lbs.
It was the psychological abuse that was destroying me. I had known of her cheating from the beginning of the relationship.
Now she began to be cruel about it.
She stopped trying to hide it.
She weaponized it psychologically.
She worked her way through my "friends", my acquaintances, my co-workers.
She made false reports to the police, so that I would be arrested, and she could use
Forgive me for my bluntness, but I don't get it. I don't get why people start doing it, and I especially don't get why autists start doing it, in their supposedly more logical thinking. I rarely express such views at all because I know they get met with scathing rejection.
If anything can come out of this post, I want to know if there are other people like me, and I want to know from the point of view of those who consume these drugs why they do it, more importantly, why they started doing it, in as much detail as they can. Thank you.
I rated your post above as "winner" @sidd851 not because what your ex and your mother did to you was in any way acceptable, but because you shared something difficult which impacted your life in a way few young people ever hear about outside of fiction. Such stories are hidden in shame so others don't get the chance to learn from them.
We cannot learn from our mistakes until we admit them to ourselves. If we do not learn then we are doomed to repeat those mistakes until we destroy ourselves from within.
Whatever destroys us, whether it be addiction, counter productive behaviours, corrosive relationships, anger or hubris, our awareness of it and desire to change is our only way of ending the cycle.
I am glad that there are many good people in this community, including yourself and @Fino who have lived through trauma but have recognised their error before it was too late and become better people for it. Our community and our world is a richer place for such people and I, for one, count myself as fortunate for having crossed your paths through life.
I started having simple partial seizures when I was ten, but I wasn't allowed to see a doctor (Christian Science) so I didn't know what it was and just thought I was insane. It felt like a weird squeezing sensation and there was a distant scream and I often stayed up all night experiencing that.
Starting from age 11, I was hit a LOT. Years and years, lots. The details aren't relevant, but I was like a boxer who never hit back. So much violence!
I have always been bothered by noise and filth, but somehow my entire family is the opposite and always created a home of cockroaches, dirt, barking dogs, and yelling. Anything that bothered me meant I was just trying to get attention and them wondering what's wrong with me.
I didn't have any friends so was very isolated and by time I was thirteen felt that I was supposed to be hurt, that the reason I existed was to please other people. I felt unbearably uncomfortable being comfortable so I started self-harming, cutting. Covering the floor of the shower with blood was satisfying.
When I was sixteen, I stopped going to school and got a job at a movie theater. People there were horrible, but at some point I went to a party where I drank for the first time, not really understanding what it was and just being told to do it. And for the first time in probably ever, I FELT OKAY.
So I kept drinking, on and off in varying amounts for about seven years. It helped with the seizures. It also helped with the fact that around fifteen, I developed a sexual attraction for the abuse I had been enduring, also developing PTSD at the same time. So I'd be triggered every few seconds, be confused and ashamed of arousal, as well as panicked and frightened of the memory.
I often binge-drank, hoping I'd black out and not wake up.
I took random amounts of random pills, hoping for the same but always just got sick, which was also preferable to the prior state.
I had periods of confusion about reality and identity, whether or not I really existed, who I was, was I of equal value to other people. Hurting myself didn't feel like hurting a person, and drugs and alcohol had no risk, only reward. Pleasure is good, pain is good, death is good. All good.
Also, I had a theory that if I were stupider I would be happier. I was hoping drugs and alcohol would make me dumb enough to feel okay.
I entered into abusive relationships and did everything I could to stay, because that was when I felt most okay.
I started doing other kinds of drugs, like ecstasy, lsd, shrooms, and a bunch of others I won't list, along with various anxiety and amphetamine meds. While on these stronger drugs, all of the weight that constantly tried to kill me, the shifting realities, the confusion, the PTSD and memories were all reduced to a little bunny. So I kept doing it
I have Borderline Personality Disorder and ADHD, as well, so of course those are factors.
I attempted suicide countless times and, without a lot of these drugs, I would have continued trying. In my mind, the option was to be high or kill myself. And I usually chose to be high.
Thank God for drugs. I'm lucky to be alive. I no longer abuse drugs and would like to keep it that way, but I'm happy they were there. Of course, it would have been nice if I didn't do that. It also would have been nice to not be abused, neglected, and mentally ill. But apparently what's nice is often not what is.
Does any of that explain anything at all to you, or are you still in utter confusion?
HOLY MOLY I FOUND THE PERSON WHO IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF ME LOL I can't answer this thread right now, I'm too giddy.
HERE I AM...
THE EMBODIMENT OF EVERYTHING YOU'RE AGAINST.
Sorry for the obnoxious caps, my brain thinks in obnoxious caps. I'll comment something less obnoxious soon/later.
I'm sorry that you really haven't gotten "anything" from any of the posts here.And don't consider the downsides? Because that's what I said in my post. You don't do things just because of a positive. You consider the positives and negatives. But apparently people don't.
Also, it seems like everyone's the exact opposite to me at this point. So don't feel too special lol.
I appreciate your long description a lot, but unfortunately almost all the replies have only added to my confusion. What they've shown me is that either people are involved in crazy social situations from an early age, like your party, that I could never involve myself in (one reason being this exact fear of alcohol and people under the influence) – parties were so much more innocent in childhood – or that there's something fundamentally different with me which means I'm just way too cautious of all drugs in a way that I absolutely cannot imagine being different from. There's clearly no group I fit in with here at all, so it must be something to do with me.
They've also shown me, as @Pats said, that people are, well, just as sensitive about their drug use as I expected them to be really. I learnt nothing on that point, only the same reason I never even address this with people (when a post calling you "self-righteous" gets some 10 votes in agreement). Though there are a few people, like yourself, who've shown a willingness to understand and be understood.
I feel that I must get to the bottom of this, because it's wrecking me totally. It's a mental drain when everyone around you is doing this thing that you feel is so fundamentally wrong. I must get some kind of understanding. Yes @Fino, I would have to dip into my 1,000 reasons to perhaps reach that understanding with people, but after this post I've only found myself just as hesitant to do so. My initial upfront style of post was the first time I've addressed it publicly like that, because I was tired of hiding my confusion to people with euphemisms and stepping around the topic. I can't say that I didn't expect it to rustle a few jimmies, but I still don't understand anything about why. I do understand the "that". I understand that people have these different upbringings and different influences and pressures and make different choices. But if I tried to put myself in their situation, I still can't imagine my mind giving into taking any sort of recreational drug. There must be something they're going through or some way they're thinking that they're not saying or can't articulate. I mean take the first reply, whittling it down to just "to feel differently from how they feel initially". I certainly feel like I could articulate my side in far more detail (with the 1,000 reasons). I guess a private message may be at hand.