Addiction? my confession, my dilemma.

[ManUtdfan8]

well now i know why my mom is so scared for me, i lived in a hard family where my dad drank alot everyday and would see awful things that i really would rather not say and now that i realize it i am addicted to weed i use the excuse to my mom everyday "mom i do it so i can consentrate" on school work that is but when i sign on to school on my pc i usually never do it so i think the addiction is overpowering me and im glad that you pointed that you posted the artical man i actually am considering taking rhab cuz i can see my self being a pothead that drinks all day and beats my wife just like my dad and have hardley any money just like my dad and even steal first comunion money from my kids just like my dad, and thats something i rather not go thru and i feel like im getting worse im lieing to my grandparents whome i live with now to get away from other drugs such as cocaine and painkillers which was a smart move cuz i was getting addicted to that but now im lieing to my grandparents saying i cant sleep i have real bad anxiaty but yes i cant sleep and might have a mild case of anxiety but i make it sound so much worse reason being to get xanax i have no reason of doin this dont know why i guess that all keys in to haveing a fucked up and when i say fucked up i mean fucked up child hood.. but yeah thanks for the post man i think it might of changed me a bit +rep times a million, reallly do appreciate it

[Geek USA]

I think I'm addicted mentally. I hate being dry. I'll plan to quit for a week, but then I give in and go buy. To the previous poster, as far as the family issues, I come from a very bad childhood. My family life was a nightmare. They made mistakes raising me. I can see where alot of their bad parental habits would carry over in me, but I worked on my temper. Parental traits do get passed down, but through discipline and determination, you can resist carrying on their bad habits. To the orignal poster, your family seems like very good people, just confused about pot. Personally, I think the mass over-reaction is due to anti-drug propaganda. It's slightly brainwashed society. I'm 100% against real, dangerous drugs such as coke, H, meth, LSD(hallucinagenics can be very dangerous, I know from experience). It's very contradictory how alchohol, which is a much stronger intoxication, is accepted and weed has such a stigma. Unfortunately, the right thing to do is just accept their rules and follow them until you leave. If they're open minded enough, you could do research on marijuana to show them that it's not nearly as bad as they thought.

[smokingjoe68]

man, you will like yourself a whole lot more if you respect the people in your life that are due respect. if you are still living with your parents and they are paying your bills, you should respect their wishes. you could try a bold, straight forward honest approach to all this in an attempt to earn some respect from your parents. sit down with them and apologize for the stress you have caused them, they are really just afraid for you, though their reasons are unfounded, their fear is genuine. tell them that you will respect their wishes and not smoke mj for as long as you are their responsability. then ask them if they would give you their opinions on some real imformation you've found about mj, and try to start a rational discussion. good luck man. chin up and face the world.

[icusdude]

they may not like the fact that you do it.. but you should at least make them realize that you arent going to kill yourself or have anything crazy happen from weed, and that it doesnt share the major destructive qualities of alcohol/other drugs. especially when they act so harshly toward you, it is irrational to do that over the use of a substance of minimal harm. there is no use them giving you a hassle over something that is simply not rational.

if your mom is crying over you, you should let her know that she shouldnt have to. talk to your parents logically it is best for all sides if logic is used. there is no use people getting all upset over something they dont need to be crying over, as it isnt going to ruin your life or harm you. that said, if you feel you have an addiction, or just dont feel comfortable to keep using it like that, then stop. even just for a period of time.

but if you keep using it, thats fine too. just make the decision that feels right, but it is nice to try to calm your parents fears as best as you can. by the sounds of things, it might be best to move out as soon as you can, if you are unable to reason with them at all.

[firstgrow]

Freshman year in highschool was tough for me. My parents were almost done with the divorce. Ever since the divorce started, my relationship with my mom started to get really weak and she drove me away from her, but my dad and I got closer. My mom (who is South African btw) used to be some what of an alcoholic. When we moved here to the US, my mom made friends with all these stupid bitches, whom I've always hated. They were all rich and didn't have to worry about much. These 30 year olds liked to 'party' and get drunk a lot. When I was still in elementary/middle school, my mom would drag me over to there little dinners and what not so I could watch her drink and have a good time while I sat there by myself bored out of my mind. Sometimes I would be open and tell her friends off in a really rude way. Then my mom would tell me to watch my mouth and shit. I could tell that she made friends with all the wrong people. Anyway, When she could, she would drink herself retarded, especially with her friends. I knew I had to chose who I wanted to live with after the divorce and I deffinatly wanted to live with my dad. My dad is swiss and hes chill when it comes to pot, that is not why I wanted to live with him though. Anyway, my mom had scared me in the past with all her drinking. She would even drunk drive my little brothers home from their playdates, who were only 4-7 years old. It scared me so much that one day over the summer (before 9th grade), I had some friends over and we were sitting around a fire and my mom was drunk. She was piss drunk infront of my friends. It was so embarressing that I just started to yell at her and made her feel like shit. A month after, my mom had stopped with drinking infront of my brothers, my friends and me. So then I told her that I smoke pot occasionally. A couple days after, she started getting really upset. Telling me that she's been having nightmares about how I will be a pot head weed addict. She almost started to cry when she told me. I pretty much laughed in her face about it. I felt a little guilty, but I knew that pot wasn't affecting me in any bad way and that I would never forgive her for what she had done in the past. She had done many other things that were really fucked up and made me hate her, but I wont get into that. Ever since that summer I have not considerd my mom my parent at all anymore and I lost all respect for her. She was acting like she was in college. When I asked her why, she told me that she had missed out on her teen years because she went to bording school. I told her thats fucking bullshit and that she should get over it, because she is supposed to be a mature adult. She should go whine to her parents about going to bording school, and not try to catch up with everyone by drinking and fucking around.

Anyway my point is that you shouldn't feel guilty for smoking pot. Don't use it to get away from your problems. I know everyone smokes sometimes because they just want to get away from everything, but if you keep doing that then you will feel depressed and guilty about smoking and become 'addicted'. Don't smoke when you're feeling down, take a nap instead. Just like you shouldn't do shrooms when you aren't feeling happy.

All this writing is starting to kill my buzz. I hope I made sence.

[stonero]

Originally Posted by firstgrow

Freshman year in highschool was tough for me. My parents were almost done with the divorce. Ever since the divorce started, my relationship with my mom started to get really weak and she drove me away from her, but my dad and I got closer. My mom (who is South African btw) used to be some what of an alcoholic. When we moved here to the US, my mom made friends with all these stupid bitches, whom I've always hated. They were all rich and didn't have to worry about much. These 30 year olds liked to 'party' and get drunk a lot. When I was still in elementary/middle school, my mom would drag me over to there little dinners and what not so I could watch her drink and have a good time while I sat there by myself bored out of my mind. Sometimes I would be open and tell her friends off in a really rude way. Then my mom would tell me to watch my mouth and shit. I could tell that she made friends with all the wrong people. Anyway, When she could, she would drink herself retarded, especially with her friends. I knew I had to chose who I wanted to live with after the divorce and I deffinatly wanted to live with my dad. My dad is swiss and hes chill when it comes to pot, that is not why I wanted to live with him though. Anyway, my mom had scared me in the past with all her drinking. She would even drunk drive my little brothers home from their playdates, who were only 4-7 years old. It scared me so much that one day over the summer (before 9th grade), I had some friends over and we were sitting around a fire and my mom was drunk. She was piss drunk infront of my friends. It was so embarressing that I just started to yell at her and made her feel like shit. A month after, my mom had stopped with drinking infront of my brothers, my friends and me. So then I told her that I smoke pot occasionally. A couple days after, she started getting really upset. Telling me that she's been having nightmares about how I will be a pot head weed addict. She almost started to cry when she told me. I pretty much laughed in her face about it. I felt a little guilty, but I knew that pot wasn't affecting me in any bad way and that I would never forgive her for what she had done in the past. She had done many other things that were really fucked up and made me hate her, but I wont get into that. Ever since that summer I have not considerd my mom my parent at all anymore and I lost all respect for her. She was acting like she was in college. When I asked her why, she told me that she had missed out on her teen years because she went to bording school. I told her thats fucking bullshit and that she should get over it, because she is supposed to be a mature adult. She should go whine to her parents about going to bording school, and not try to catch up with everyone by drinking and fucking around.

Anyway my point is that you shouldn't feel guilty for smoking pot. Don't use it to get away from your problems. I know everyone smokes sometimes because they just want to get away from everything, but if you keep doing that then you will feel depressed and guilty about smoking and become 'addicted'. Don't smoke when you're feeling down, take a nap instead. Just like you shouldn't do shrooms when you aren't feeling happy.

All this writing is starting to kill my buzz. I hope I made sence.

you totally made sense. Thats the thing though my parents are such moral based people. They are SO honest, they would never rip anyone off anything and they are 100% law abiding. Which is why I feel like such a black sheep compared to the rest. Ive always been a person with a conscience as well, I'm honest as well but I hate having to lie to my parents about stuff, I NEVER lie to ANYONE when its not my only choice,

Thanks for replying guys!