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To the people that take psychedelics, what was your first experience with them and was it your first and last or did you carry on?

To the people that take psychedelics, what was your first experience with them and was it your first and last or did you carry on?

Muir420

My first experience on psychedelic's was at the age 15. Like many I had started smoking weed and one night my friends were going and getting tabs of acid and asked if I would like to join. I was big on trying "everything" at least once. So I said fuck it and went in. The trip lasted a good 8-12 hours if you count the tail end of the experience. Lots of just strange trippy stuff happened that really can't be explained unless you've done hallucinogens' before. However, I did have a very big realization that day and that was how small and insignificant we are in the universe. Before that trip I had never really thought about just how little we matter. The only really bad thing about my first trip was when my friends gave me their spare room to sleep in. The bed had no pillows and the only thing in the room was the bed and I swear I heard people whispering in the corners of the room. I got up to go take a quick shit and their dad was on the shitter at like 1 a.m. in the pitch black. Well, I am very lucky to have an open mom so I called her and she came and picked me up as I was not interested in riding out the rest of my trip after seeing their father on the shitter lit up by my phone screen light. For about 3 months after my first trip I felt very uncomfortable in my own skin I felt very strange and just overall out of place. Eventually this wore off but lead me to not desire acid. I experimented with mushrooms a few times and then tried acid again a few years later. Each experience went swimmingly for me. However, I had friends that had had bad experiences I just had never had one so I never knew just how bad a bad experience was. ​ This is where the story turns. ​ I went to a music festival one year and my tolerance to acid was at an all time high towards the end of the fest so much so that I took 11 tabs and did not trip at all. Well, about a week after said festival I was feeling the want to trip out again. I ordered 5 tabs on the assumption that my tolerance would still be fairly high. Boy was I wrong. I thought I was going to die that night. I thought I had found the meaning to life and had triggered the end of the world. Years later it still hard for me to process all that happened. However, what I do know is that my parents held me down on the living room floor for 4 hours while I literally lost my mind on acid. I haven't touched it since.


ColossalChulk

Sorry to hear about that bad trip. Personally not done it myself, but have considered it at festivals etc. Would you reccomend in safe/small doses or is the possibility of a bad trip far worse than the joys of a good trip?


Muir420

I would say that in small doses it’s totally fine. I certainly know that my freak out was fully attributed to the amount I took. I just have no desire to explore further with acid as I feel as though I’ve experienced what it has to offer for me. As corny or cheesy as it sounds I try my hardest to do hallucinogens with some form of spiritual healing in mind as I do believe psychedelics are a metaphorical workout for your brain.


rosanymphae

Mine was mescaline in my teens in the 1970s. Small amounts at first, pleasant high, fascinating trip. At that time I was also into speed, pot and hashish. I realize now I was self medicating to deal with depression etc over my father's death and mother's insanity. I quit the mescaline after a particularly HORRIBLE trip, frightened the hell out of me, and seemed to last days, though it wasn't. Never touched it again. Weaned myself off the others because they were no longer fun. Met a wonderful woman who helped me get my head straight. 43 years clean this summer.


TimeToAscend99

My first experience was pretty extreme for a total newbie. Two of my friends and I took a tab of acid each at my house, with two other friends trip sitting us and smoking zoots. We thought we had bought 100ug tabs, turns out (from describing our trips to much more experienced friends later on) we had probably had around 250-300ug tabs. It was freaking insane, one of the best and most memorable nights of my life so far. Some of the visuals I experienced were incredible - we could see plants physically breathing, the sky (dimming light blue as night came on) was instead bright orange with random streaks of colour and distortion, and it was as if there was a massive storm of dust and ash everywhere. My cigarette would burn itself down to the filter then reform again. Not to mention sounds as well which were amplified and distorted in different ways. I could hear stuff in my neighbours garden with weird accuracy and would hear strange buzzing frequency sounding noises as well. The paintings in my living room were fully in motion, with a skull and snake all seemingly moving in and jiggling, faces morphing of my friends. Psychs hit you in waves and these visuals were in-between bigger waves. I achieved ego-death or as close to it as I've ever come since. Sitting on the sofa the vivid kaleidoscopic patterns and colours I began seeing became overwhelming and all I could see was a wall of light and pattern. It gradually grew in intensity to the point where I felt as if I was floating 15 feet above where I was, and I could only barely feel the sensation of my back and legs resting against the sofa. I was drifting further with this sensation until I reached a sense of non-existence - it was as if I wasn't even here to experience anything, it had become a blurry haze of visuals / loss of feeling / I was not present in the world. Hard to describe / accurately explain the sensation through words when it really has to be felt to be really understood, just like a lot of things in life words don't do it justice. When that wave cooled down my trip sitting friend was fairly concerned for me and I just began laughing hysterically. Such a great trip though. Later towards the end of the trip when we were pretty much entirely lucid but reasonably strong visuals still remained we smoked some zoots to kickstart some more visuals for a few hours. We all went to bed and another friend drove us to Maccies in the morning. Standing outside the rainy McDonalds next to a motorway all smoking cigarettes we felt like imposters on the planet. Genuinely felt like we were outsiders to the rest of all humanity, like we'd seen shit most people never do. Truly bizarre but wonderful experience. Since then I've tried a variety of psychedelics and luckily so far have only had good experiences with them and continue to enjoy them with friends to this day. They've been nothing but good vibes, fun times, and calming periods of peace and reflection personally, however I have friends who have had the occasional bad trip and they seem really awful.