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The drug talk with your parents...

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Never really had one. My parents once mentioned that if I wanted to try any of that stuff I could do it safely at home, but it wasn't an issue as I've never even smoked or had any interest in smoking. Hell I've never even been full-blown drunk. (gotten close though)

I'd like to try some weed out of curiosity, and maybe very low doses of the harder stuff, but I don't like losing control of my actions.
 
Never really had one. My parents once mentioned that if I wanted to try any of that stuff I could do it safely at home, but it wasn't an issue as I've never even smoked or had any interest in smoking. Hell I've never even been full-blown drunk. (gotten close though)

I'd like to try some weed out of curiosity, and maybe very low doses of the harder stuff, but I don't like losing control of my actions.

Talk to your local dealer, the first H and coke is free.
 
Mine didn't go too well.
I broke the news to my mom that I smoked pot and I offered her to try some when I had the most intense moments of appreciation for my mom while high. It completely changed the way I was towards her. She noticed it and spoke to me about it. At first I never told her why I changed but she just assumed it what my GF at the time that shaped my change.
But eventually I really felt that smoking pot with my mom would bring us a stronger bond that we always lacked growing up.
I thought my mom would be more open minded about it since she smokes cigarettes and she's a nurse so she's more medically informed. But despite everything that I told her, she was horrified that I smoked pot and made threats for me to stop.
 
Mine didn't go too well.
I broke the news to my mom that I smoked pot and I offered her to try some when I had the most intense moments of appreciation for my mom while high. It completely changed the way I was towards her. She noticed it and spoke to me about it. At first I never told her why I changed but she just assumed it what my GF at the time that shaped my change.
But eventually I really felt that smoking pot with my mom would bring us a stronger bond that we always lacked growing up.
I thought my mom would be more open minded about it since she smokes cigarettes and she's a nurse so she's more medically informed. But despite everything that I told her, she was horrified that I smoked pot and made threats for me to stop.

My mom has admitted to smoking pot, admitted to liking it, and I am still too scared to broach the subject. One day, maybe, and it probably would be life changing. I've had a beer with her, but that's no way near the same.
 
Never had any kind of talks from my parents about any kind of drugs except alcohol, and that (from my mother) only in between conversations just to say that it's better to make sure you don't drink more than you can handle. Never did drugs either except alcohol, and stopped doing that too, so never had that second talk.

But then, here in the Netherlands they gave (don't know about today's education on the subject) actual information about drugs at school, so people know what they did. Some kids try pot, but most dont even try that, and hard drug usage is pretty low compared to most other (western) countries.
 
Odd...
My mother (R.I.P) was against pot, but knew I had tried it and would rather me be high than an alcoholic.

My father on the other hand.... he graduated from FSU early 70's with quite a history of acid/pot/coke/opium/peyote use. By the time I was born, he was no longer using any drugs and was manager of AFES, we lived in Wiesbadden, Germany.

By the time I turned 15, my parents caught me smoking pot, and it was a battle from then-on. Right before my 18th birthday my mom passed away.

Since then, my father and I have talked about every drug we have used and our experiences. Neither of us use anything but pot occasionally (him only through me) anymore. But the honesty was a relief, knowing hes been in the same spot.

FWIW - hes 57 and retired, and I'm 23 avg $65k last year, so the drugs hurt not in moderation.
 
Odd...
My mother (R.I.P) was against pot, but knew I had tried it and would rather me be high than an alcoholic.

My father on the other hand.... he graduated from FSU early 70's with quite a history of acid/pot/coke/opium/peyote use. By the time I was born, he was no longer using any drugs and was manager of AFES, we lived in Wiesbadden, Germany.

By the time I turned 15, my parents caught me smoking pot, and it was a battle from then-on. Right before my 18th birthday my mom passed away.

Since then, my father and I have talked about every drug we have used and our experiences. Neither of us use anything but pot occasionally (him only through me) anymore. But the honesty was a relief, knowing hes been in the same spot.

FWIW - hes 57 and retired, and I'm 23 avg $65k last year, so the drugs hurt not in moderation.

Criminal behavior runs in families? Moderation hurt a lot of people in Mexico last year!

Drugs are bad, mmmkay?
 
My mom has admitted to smoking pot, admitted to liking it, and I am still too scared to broach the subject. One day, maybe, and it probably would be life changing. I've had a beer with her, but that's no way near the same.

I know my dad has smoked it, and my mom during that same convo admitted... she said...

"it was fun to get the giggles in the dorms, but once i went out, i didn't like the feeling"

basically she didnt like the paranoia...
 
I know my dad has smoked it, and my mom during that same convo admitted... she said...

"it was fun to get the giggles in the dorms, but once i went out, i didn't like the feeling"

basically she didnt like the paranoia...

There's two types of paranoia:
1) Everyone knows I'm high!
2) SHIT, BEING HIGH IS ILLEGAL!
 
Can't say I ever had that talk.

The only one I remember was the "We'll sodomize you with this broomstick if you ever drive drunk or do drugs"
 
I was completely clean until I got UIC. UIC is a bad school. I think the first time I told my parents I smoked weed was when I was at a psychiatrists house. I told them I smoked a bong, and the psychiatrist started telling me how there are chemicals that can make you paranoid and stuff. Another time, my parents where looking through my high school yearbook and I told them to throw my yearbook in the trash because half those students ended up going to UIC and some of them got me high.
 
Never really had any "talks" from my parents. The most that ever came up in any of the conversations was "we don't want to be grandparents until we're at least 40(they had me when they were 20)" and "if you drink, please just don't drive".

That's really it.
 
One of the students I graduated high school with did warn me about the drug use in the dorms at UIC. But silly me, when I got there I thought I could trust other Tamils. Guess I can't.
 
I was in junior high and it was something along the lines of...

mom: you failed math? wtf, you're grounded!
me: at least I'm not a fucking pothead like you and dad. isn't pot support to make you mellow, not an uptight bitch?

*epic fight ensues that ended with my parents pulling me out of public school as punishment*
 
mine was "you shouldn't be high around your parents when you meet up with them, but there is nothing bad about smoking marijuana"

from my mother...

what about yours?

This was pretty much it. I was 18, not quite 19, having just returned from USN school (had a general (medical) discharge after just shy of a year on active duty in school). I stayed for a couple months on my sisters couch gettin high waiting for word of a job from up north. Formerly my mother was quite strict and during high school the couple times she suspected it she sent me off to drug test, popped positive and was grounded for like at least the last couple years of high school.

SO one day she pops over unexpectedly right after I took a couple good rips on the waterbong and is all - "hey I know you were just smoking in here, its cool I'll only be a minute, just try and remember to tell your sister to come pick me up after work OK?"

I'm positive her newfound attitude was a result of my sister coming out (gay) and basically giving her an ultimatum. I think she made the choice of either being rigid and alone, or being more lenient and accepting of what her adult children were doing.
 
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