Fruits of the Age of Aquarius

Ruthanne said:
Yes, some of these drugs can really mess up brain chemistry and that's why I just like pot now. I don't think it hurts chemistry.
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The main thing it can do is take the short-term memory if one does too much of it. So one paces one's self.
 

Phoenix said:
He was off the drugs as of March of 1980. He would refuse to take anything anyway, after what all the other stuff did to him. He was taking Valium, Librium, Stellazine, Thorazine, Lithium and one other thing I can't remember. All were prescribed to him by two doctors. Oh, and he was drinking a lot. When we cleaned out his house we found the prescription and the wine bottles. He had threatened his wife and kids on a Friday night. Once he was gone to work on a Monday, his wife packed up the two kids and fled to her parents house 800 miles away. He blamed the neighbors for her leaving and turning his family against him. Two days later when he realized she was not coming back, he went across the country road and shot the two adults there. Then he went down the road and shot the two adults there. It was the most gaud-awful thing. It ruined the lives of the kids who witnessed it, as well as their entire families - we'd gone to church with them, ruined his wife's life, his children's lives and ruined my parents lives, as well as our sister's. My life, all that I believed in disintegrated. My husband at the time forbid me to tell his wealthy parents. He is no longer my husband. So, I will never, ever take any mind altering substances, except maybe pot. Booze makes me jittery - blood sugar issue. I'm careful with all the drugs the doctor prescribe. "First do no harm," is no longer their watch words. My brother surrendered to the cops. When they took his confession, he said, "Religion has ruined my life. I have never had any fun," and he sobbed. He was working as a logger at the time. If he ever gets out he will kill me first. This all happened in 1980. He's due to be released in 2025. By then he will be 86. So he may not live that long. If he does, I'm hoping they will not let him out. He's nuts.

My first book was about the murders. The publisher and my agent gutted it. My agent told me to take out most of the religion - but that was a big influence on why he did what he did. The church we went to was brutally judgemental. So I have recently rewritten the book and may release it on Smashwords. That way no one can take out what needs to be there. In the meantime I've also become a much better writer.

That was probably more than you wanted to know, but there it is.
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Maybe you will be lucky and he will die in prison. I thought I had bad things happen in my life but yours are even worse.
 
Phoenix said:
The main thing it can do is take the short-term memory if one does too much of it. So one paces one's self.
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Yes, one joint at a time. I am trying to pace myself with wine now. Had 2 glasses last night. That's better than the whole bottle I had last week.
 

Phoenix, thanks for sharing your harrowing story. I, too, hope your brother dies in prison. I am a survivor of hell also. I applaud your courage. I think you should release your story on smashswords. It is your truth, and you have a right to speak/write it, uncensored.
 
Ruthanne, if you need to talk, send me a private message. Once upon a time I planned to be a counselor. I had applied to a graduate program in that field when the murders hit the fan. Anyway, please don't feel you are alone, if that's the issue.

Shalimar, thanks for the encouragement. The publisher further victimized me. Yes, as Ruthanne mentioned, I hope he dies in prison. Longevity is in my family.... I never stopped loving him, but there is no reasoning with him. So I stopped writing to him after our mom died. Once I get through the first draft of the current novel I'm writing, I will sign up with Smashwords and jump through all the hoops of getting the work ready for each of the publishing platforms - like Kindle and such. Before that, I will go back through the book and add in things I left out so the book would not be so long. In an eBook that is not a problem. Is there a place on here where I could put things up about it when I get it onto Smashwords?
 
Phoenix, other meds might be Lithium or Klonopin. I suppose the prison docs have to prescribe what's available to them. But it's so harrowing having a family member who's truly nuts. My husband's brother used to be a junkie. But he had other stuff too. Like he'd go out and bark at the bushes at night. His parents didn't recognize an obvious problem. He was a nasty piece of work even then. I remember one time they had to bail him out of Riker's. When he got home he was angry they didn't get him out fast enough. Then he got clean and became a drunk. After throat cancer he became nastier still. Especially towards his family, a few states away but the kind of wacko that would show up with a gun. The last time he appeared it took three squad cars to get him out the door. They can offer you basic protection...but until they start shooting or break the law, you're on your own. One reason why I have such a serious looking dog.
 
fureverywhere, I already mentioned Lithium in the post. I knew what the other one was, once. I just can't remember it now. No, it was not Klonopin. My brother hasn't taken drugs since he was in incarcerated. He refuses, because of the way they destroyed him. Your brother-in-law does sound like he could go off his nut and shoot people. How old is he? Are your parents-in-law still alive? It must be awful for them. Can they have him committed?

Just to let you, with my brother - he would have shot the dog first if the dog became a problem. The people didn't even know he was there. The couple with the two young children were watching Billy Graham on tv. My brother shot the door knob, couldn't get in, and then shot the man through the window with his deer hunting rifle. He then busted out the window with the butt of his gun, climbed through, chased the woman down the hall and shot her point blank in the head. He exited that house and went on to the other house. There her shot the woman through the window as she was standing at the kitchen sink. The husband and teenage kids came running in. He shot the man in the back. He'd had property line disputes with both couples. He didn't physically hurt the children. He liked the children.
 
mitchezz said:
I led a very dull life....alcohol is the strongest drug I've ever used.....apart from medically prescribed ones. Guess I'm just a goody goody.:cool:
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Me too Mitchezz. I didn't even partake of alcohol until my middle twenties. By then I was the mother of two. Even so, I developed an alcohol addiction which is the reason why I am now a total abstainer. So glad I never took any other mind altering substances.
 
Sorry Phoenix I didn't notice you already mentioned Lithium. It came to mind because of one of hubby's friends. I had gone to a very dark place several years ago and I didn't want anyone to know. I was just totally mortified I fell apart. Hubby had his friend pick me up. As soon as I got in the car Bobbie started talking on his own...

" HEY HOW YA DOIN'! Heard ya had a rough time...ya KNOW how many times my old man had me put away? HEY nothin' wrong with me and you're okay too YEAH!". I babysat his dog recently. He showed me his dog meds and made a joke not to confuse them with his. Later I looked at the bottle as I cleaned up the kitchen. He's on enough Lithium to kill an elephant.

Nice guy though...guess it works for him. Oh and my in-laws passed a decade ago. We have the house...right after my FIL passed on they came up with an amended will. It made crazy brother and wife executor of the estate. Little ****** tried to sell the house from under us last year. You can only wish a fast, nasty death to some people.
 
I smoked pot...but didn't get into the other stuff... I drank some... too scared to do the pills (honestly!)
And NOW America can 'brag' that it consumes more 'mind altering drugs' then all the countries in Europe put together... under the name of anti anxiety, anti depressive and anti psychotic.....
 
Psychotropic medications have their place to treat depression and other disorders. I believe they are helpful when used as prescribed by a qualified doctor. I'm always wary of those who are down on all psychiatric medicine, could they be Scientologists who are rabidly into psychiatrist bashing.
 
Last night I was dancing to "We Can Work It Out" and thinking, "It cannot be 51 years since the Beatles recorded this song. It just CANNOT!

Then "White Rabbit" came on and I thought of this thread ... :)
 
fureverywhere said:
Sorry Phoenix I didn't notice you already mentioned Lithium. It came to mind because of one of hubby's friends. I had gone to a very dark place several years ago and I didn't want anyone to know. I was just totally mortified I fell apart. Hubby had his friend pick me up. As soon as I got in the car Bobbie started talking on his own...

" HEY HOW YA DOIN'! Heard ya had a rough time...ya KNOW how many times my old man had me put away? HEY nothin' wrong with me and you're okay too YEAH!". I babysat his dog recently. He showed me his dog meds and made a joke not to confuse them with his. Later I looked at the bottle as I cleaned up the kitchen. He's on enough Lithium to kill an elephant.

Nice guy though...guess it works for him. Oh and my in-laws passed a decade ago. We have the house...right after my FIL passed on they came up with an amended will. It made crazy brother and wife executor of the estate. Little ****** tried to sell the house from under us last year. You can only wish a fast, nasty death to some people.
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That happened to me, too, with the house. Only it did get sold out from under me. So now I am living in HUD housing, on food stamps, but hey -- I've got the kitties and guitar and a roof over our heads, and I don't panic every time my phone rings.
 
I hear you Guitarist. Peace of mind is priceless. I have found also, that a few good Internet friends can add great joy to my life.
As for psychotropic drugs, sometimes they are necessary to keep us from sliding into the pit. Anything, including food and exercise can be abused.
 
Debby, I have many fun stories. I recall coming home one evening as a teenager, baked out of my mind, crawling in my bedroom window, and spending the rest of the night with my beautiful black cat Lucifer, conducting motorcycle crashes in the air. Lol. Only time I ever had "auditory hallucinations?"
 
Or maybe there aren't lots of stories because no one can remember what they did :cool:!

Isn't that a joke about Woodstock? If you can remember it, you weren't there:eek:nthego:

Another thing I remember was Locker Room...woof, that and microdot together and the leprechauns were dancing out of the speakers.
 
fureverywhere said:
Sorry Phoenix I didn't notice you already mentioned Lithium. It came to mind because of one of hubby's friends. I had gone to a very dark place several years ago and I didn't want anyone to know. I was just totally mortified I fell apart. Hubby had his friend pick me up. As soon as I got in the car Bobbie started talking on his own...

" HEY HOW YA DOIN'! Heard ya had a rough time...ya KNOW how many times my old man had me put away? HEY nothin' wrong with me and you're okay too YEAH!". I babysat his dog recently. He showed me his dog meds and made a joke not to confuse them with his. Later I looked at the bottle as I cleaned up the kitchen. He's on enough Lithium to kill an elephant.

Nice guy though...guess it works for him. Oh and my in-laws passed a decade ago. We have the house...right after my FIL passed on they came up with an amended will. It made crazy brother and wife executor of the estate. Little ****** tried to sell the house from under us last year. You can only wish a fast, nasty death to some people.
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Good grief, surviving the mentally ill and controlling relatives takes a whole 'nother skill set. When my mom died her death wasn't the hardest part, it was all the uncaring relatives.

Guess we each do our thing relative to drugs. We each made/make our choices. Sometimes at the time at least it seems like the right thing to do.
 
When my husband was 27 he decided to take an IQ test stoned on pot. Before that his IQ tested at 133. He would often read technical science stuff when he was loaded because he could concentrate better on the details. So he took a Menza IQ test stoned. He was accepted into Menza. He took the next one up, for the Triple Nines Society, for adults who have scored at or above the 99.9th percentile on specified IQ tests. He passed it and was accepted in. The next one up, the brainest of the brainy - he didn't pass that one. It apparently was all about being able to train himself to concentrate rather than sit around, eat munchies and giggle.
 
I feel that way about alcohol. I've written so many A papers totally lit. But you have to know your tipping point. At a certain level your eyes, hands and spelling cease to coordinate. Some folks are much more creative smoking instead. Everything in moderation of course;)
 

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