The one from 1967.. where the parents were so zoned out on 'pot' that they didn't realize their two-year-old drowned in the bathtub?
(based on true incidents, like all or most Dragnet episodes were)
Some stay normal when they use it. An ex took 6 joints a day. He never smoked in front of my kids. He smoked in the garage. He first quit. That's why I thought it was fine to marry. Then he started again. I met him in a mental institution when we both just got dumped and I had done a suicide attempt.
I had gone to Canada to a couple from a church for counselling. I was pregnant. I was always against psychiatry and psychology because I thought it was unchristian. But they kept pushing me to go to a psychiater and get meds cause meds were the God given magic potion that He would bless and you'd feel fabulous.
That church sold books from a christian psychiater who preached there about it and wrote it in these books. I later put a nasty comment on his site cause he only had these dumb 'oh thank you doctor fabulous' testimonies on it. He removed it lol.
I said I don't want that. I'm just pregnant. My sis was emotional too when she was pregnant. PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH also my ex. Okay fine. Went to one.
He gave me prozac after I just gave birth. I called him that I was either now completely insane or completely demon posessed and wanted to kill myself over nothing in a whim. He didnt believe me (cause he had already checked) and doubled the dose. It was in the side effects list. Next day I was at the side of a ditch with an overdose.
Then I had to be locked up 3 weeks, ex wanted to split. I ran off w a fellow patient after asking him if he was okay with it. He said fine take 10 if you want. I was not allowed to make a phone call. Only 2 mins to decide about the rest of my life.
So then later I was married to a guy who was on pot. 6 joints a day. I said: Please stop. It's bad for you. He said: You take 8 oxazepam a day. What's the difference? They sell that on the black market. It's made from opium.
He just wanted an excuse but I was like: What???? It's drugs? AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! DRUGS! And I watched Hal Lindsey who preached on sourcery. I threw everything away. Quit instantly.
In the mental institution and the months after I came out I smoked 4 or 5 joints but every time I luckily had to throw up, so I didn't get addicted to it. The first time I took it I spoke incoherently, did not understand people and saw texts in the air, spells.
But I didn't get suicidal from that stuff. It was less bad than prescripted prozac. Why I took it was because I got insane from all these crazy pills they pushed in me and they'd sit there to check. You had to take them.
One guy there said, also a patient, with schizophrenia and half a ruined brain by a coma through cocaine (they dumped everyone together, there was also a grandma with dementia for whom they had no other room), anyway he said: take a cigar. That makes you calm. I fell on the floor after 1 cigar. I was used to nothing. I didn't even drink. But I got calmer. Later not of course. That's also poison.
