My twin sister and I are only 14 years old about to turn 15 in a week, and yesterday was the first time we smoked weed with our dad.
He doesn’t know we’ve done it before once or twice with our friends, but I never want him to find out.
My first few times felt very typical like a regular buzz you would get after drinking a lot or off vaping. I felt complete control with myself in my previous experiences, but this time with my dad was an experience I know I will never forget.
I don’t even know what happened to me the whole night, and everything seems fake right now, but I don’t know what else to do right now.
A few hours earlier, my sister and I ate 2 edibles each that were given to us by our dad. I didn’t think anything if it because I’ve already tried edibles before and I felt fine, so I was kind of excited to be high with my sister.
I felt beautiful just laughing in my room, but I hardly can remember anything. Then my dad called us both downstairs, and we were in his room in the basement, and somehow the topic of smoking got brought up, and there are specific memories gone, but we were about to smoke weed with our dad.
I thought it would be fun and I had nothing to worry about because everyone I knew from school smokes weed and I knew it wouldn’t be that bad. Our dad took the first hit from this mini bong he had, and I went after him, and then my sister took a hit. Honestly, I don’t really remember what I felt, but everything was fine.
My dad asked me if I wanted some more and I nodded so he filled the bowl up again and everything by this point in my memory is really fuzzy, and all I remember is taking an insanely big hit from the bong, and I remember coughing and trying to act all tough.
I remember my dad laughing at me and calling me a champ, so I laughed a little, but then I started to cough even more, and I could hardly see anything around me.
It’s like I instantly got high, and I felt like my soul left my body. I was about to throw up so I told my dad I was going to throw up and he gave me a trash bag from his room, and I started throwing up. It was a feeling like I never thought. Was this feeling actually real?
As I was throwing up, I could hardly breathe, and I felt my body trying to fight to stay conscious. My dad was trying to calm me down, I think. Everything felt like a dream, and I was so scared. I remember crying and crying and throwing up.
I could not feel my whole body, and it’s like all the sounds around me were quiet but loud, but I couldn’t hear anything at the same time. I remember words coming out of my mouth, but I don’t know how I managed to say real things and kept repeating, “am I going to die” or “is this real life.”
Everything after this felt so blurry like I was in this dark state of mind, and everything seemed fake like my soul and senses were delayed from my body. I could remember my sister calling the police and yelling at my dad that he’s a fucking idiot for letting us smoke.
I’m not even sure if we smoked weed. It was probably synthetic weed or k2.
After that, there are chunks of my memory that keep playing in my head. I kept on hearing men around me to stand up and don’t fall asleep. I remember at least up to 5 cops around me as I somehow got into my kitchen chair.
I remember this handsome man comforting me, and I think seeing this man were the moments throughout my high where I was brought back to reality the most. I swear he was the one keeping me from thinking I was already dead.
I remember a terrible feeling of my mouth being insanely dry and begging everyone around me for water and I ended up being in an ambulance not being able to control my actions but it was like I was in another dimension.
Then all I remember was waking up in a hospital with a nurse asking me if I remember my name and my birthday.
I am honestly traumatized from what has happened to me. I think mostly because I can’t remember anything and nothing feels real.
I still am feeling a little high, and today my sister was on the phone with my dad, and he went to jail, but I don’t know what’s going to happen next. I wish I could explain everything better, but it all feels like a dream still.
I know I will never be smoking again.