This Is What Happened When My Parents Found Out I Had Smoked Weed
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This is partially in response to [url=http://www.facepunch.com/showpost.php?p=18560816&postcount=28]Luke510's post in another thread[/url]. Basically a post that got stretched out so I made a thread about it.
Anyway, a bit of background. My family are all very religious and so very uninformed, my parents are both rather conservative and ignorant, my dad is exceedingly narrow-minded, stubborn and strict, my mother is very naive and easily-influenced (by all the negative media and stigma behind it etc), and my sister is a straight-edge, straight-A student who my parents often compare me to (I'm smart enough to do well at school but I don't because I don't give a shit and don't think it's worth the effort).
When they found out, they all shouted and cried and screamed at me and acted as if I had just committed the worst possible crime and made a tremendous mistake. They went on and on about how I will inevitably end up dead on the street, how I have shamed the family and if other people found out, my parents will be too ashamed to ever show their faces in public again, how I have gone against their religion (even though I have chosen not to be a part of it), against everything they have ever told me, against everything I have ever learned at school or from the media, and basically how stupid and selfish I was for smoking weed.
They forced me to promise not to do it again, which I of course did. I was fucking stupid enough to get caught a second time (left an incriminating text message on my phone, my father didn't have the decency to respect my privacy). The second time was worse, my dad hit me, they trashed my room, threw all these papers and books off of my shelves onto my ground, pushed my computer onto the ground (which broke it causing me to lose 500gb of files), threw my monitor onto the ground, smashed a lamp, threw my chair over, etc etc. Confiscated my phone, the Internet, grounded me, all for a good while.
So after I got caught the second time, I took a break. Went a month without touching weed (wasn't so bad, I had only been smoking for two months before I got caught, about every second day). I have recently started again but only every weekend. They still haven't dropped it. Every time I go out I have to list every person I am going to be with, whose house I am at, their address and number, what I am doing, when I will be home, etc.
I told them I started smoking because I suffered from depression and anxiety disorders for about 3 years prior to it (which I can confidently say I have overcome through the use of marijuana and all of the things I have experienced and learned from it). When I told them that marijuana had 'cured' my depression, my dad scoffed at it, and laughed at the thought of it. My mother also did not believe me. I told them to go fuck themselves.
Anyway, my mother also quit her job to 'look after me', when they found out I began smoking. Apparently none of this would have happened had my mother been around to look over me (complete bullshit). My father also got me some OTC anti-depressants (which I have refused to take. Take me off of one drug and put me on another, which is worse for me?). They got me seeing a counselor every two weeks, and have gotten me a reference for a professional psychiatrist (which I am trying to avoid because I don't want to cost my parents hundreds of dollars to fix a problem which no longer exists).
I am not allowed to see the same friends anymore. Well, not to the point where if I am seen with them my parents would flip, but I wouldn't be allowed to sleep over at any of their houses anymore, for example. If I want to go out somewhere and my parents find out that one of those old friends are going to be there with me, the chances of me being allowed to go are reduced to about 0. My parents keep saying that they aren't 'real' friends, that we are only friends because we 'did drugs together'. Fucking stupid shit like that. They think that I was influenced into it because I started hanging in the wrong crowd. It pisses me off because we were all friends before this. I sort of introduced it though, I spread the word of it and got a few of them to try it for their first time. My family describe this as a disease, a cancer, which I am spreading amongst the people I know and that it is now my responsibility to either remove myself from this group completely (what my father says), or become a good role model and change my ways so my friends will of course follow me back onto the right path (what my mother says. Naive like I said).
This whole thing has created a huge dent in whatever respect or trust my family had in me. My sister and I were really close before all of this but we hardly talk now, and she has said countless things to and about me which are far from friendly. She's said that she "hates" me, a word which she really never uses. She's called me a drug addict, a drug dealer, a waste of space, a piece of shit, etc. We talk a bit now but it is obviously not the same. My parents regularly argue with me, or about me. We never have normal conversations anymore. The only time they actually talk to me is when they are complaining or lecturing about some aspect of my supposedly broken life. The whole thing is so fucked up beyond belief.
This is what misinformation did to me, this is what ignorance and government lies and propaganda did to my family. I smoked marijuana, a natural plant which has been demonized and criminalized to such an extent where a family can react in such a way when their son chooses to try and overcome a problem through the use of weed.
All this has done to me has strengthened my love and passion for cannabis and inspired me to become an activist as soon as I am old enough to make a difference.
It has also motivated me to become the best father I can for my children in the future (if I end up having any. I say I don't want kids but it happens). I'll make sure they know the truth and are given a good education from an early age. I'll let them smoke regularly but I will teach them the right principals of responsible and moderate drug use, and whatnot.
Keep smoking the good herb my friends, and don't take your accepting and chill parents for granted.
Peace and love <3.
Your parents want to [i]weed out[/i] your bad habits.
[QUOTE=Ixius;18560972]Your parents want to [i]weed out[/i] your bad habits.[/QUOTE]
Rated Funny.
Holy shit man. That's really scared me, because I could see the exact same thing happening to me if my parents found out I smoke. I feel so sorry for you, looks like your parents have done more damage to you than marijuana could ever do. Good luck for the future man, and 420 smoke weed 'erry day!
Thanks <3. It's true though, they have created more of a problem for me and themselves than marijuana could ever cause. It's ridiculous.
I just look forward to moving the fuck out of the house and smoking whenever and wherever I want to. A few more years then it'll be good.
Wow man, I can relate on some levels. My parents caught me by reading my high school yearbook. My dad told me my mom was crying (which made me quit for a year, but I'm back :D). At that point I wasn't ready to tell them the truth, so I played it off and I'm not sure what they think now. I haven't been caught since cause I'm really careful, but some part of me hopes I do so I can explain to them and maybe they won't take it as badly as your parents.
The year that I quit was not very fun for me. I started doing worse in school, I just didn't feel happy anymore. I was more irritable, everything just isn't as good. It's not like I'm high all the time or anything, I smoke every night if I have any, and if not I can live without it for a bit. But there's no way I'll quit long term again, it goes against my principles.
In all seriousness, though, your description of your parents really gives it away: closed-minded conservatives who react by destroying your room rather than sitting down and talking to you? By "talking", I don't mean telling you that you've disappointed them and let down everything they've ever stood for or believed in, either - that's not having a discussion with your parents; that's being emotionally blackmailed. Most importantly, however, it's obvious that your parents don't know why you smoke it, nor do they seem to care - all that they know (i.e. all they've been fed) is that cannabis is evil and if their son smokes it, he too must be evil.
On top of all of that, their fascist reaction to your harmless habits has proven that it actually doesn't work: telling someone what they're doing is wrong and punishing them for it simply [i]does not work[/i]. You don't tell someone that they're in error, you show them the better way to do things. Even on the parenting front (in terms of "teaching you a lesson", no matter how misguided this lesson might be) it seems that their obstinate outlook is becoming an issue... Why not talk to your parents? If you try initiating a conversation in a totally legitimate and formalised manner - the sort your parents can't avoid without confirming they're total douches - and discuss the "problems" they have with you, then you'll probably solve a lot of issues.
In the end, they're still your parents - they're biologically encoded to love you. They're still human, though, which means you can still talk to them, and that they can still make mistakes.
Ixius, what you are saying is so correct and I really wish I could just go and have a level-headed conversation with them, but it isn't possible. The last time I tried was the one I mentioned in the thread, where they laughed at me when I said marijuana helped me to overcome depression.
That went for about an hour, and the whole time I was hitting every nail right on its head, I was dealing out statistics and facts and completely true and factual evidence behind every point I made. I was so proud of myself that I was arguing so well. I brought up how alcohol was legal and they agreed with me in saying that alcohol CAN be used responsibly, if in moderation (neither of them drink, because of their religion). However they couldn't believe me when I said that alcohol is more damaging and more addictive, and they can not accept that marijuana can also be used moderately and responsibly, due to the simple fact that it is an illegal drug. Most of our arguments end the same way anyway, they state that no matter what I say or do, it is still illegal therefore I am wrong (because the government are totally honest and upright, and have ONLY the interest of the nation's people in mind and nothing else >_>). Either that or they say that according to their religion, drugs are prohibited. They ask me if I am saying I am smarter than the religion, which I obviously can't say shit against.
As I said, the conversation ended with my dad scoffing at me when I said 'cured', so I told them to go fuck themselves and went to my room. My dad came and told me not to swear (which he does on a daily basis).
So basically, with my family, there is simply a zero-tolerance police with any drugs of any kind. There's no way I will ever get them to understand my point of view, and quite frankly, so be it. In a few years I will be out of the house and will be able to smoke as much as I want.
I just look forward to the day they find out how wrong they were. :smile:
That must be fucking horrible man, I feel for you :love:
Just know this, later in life when it is legalized (Hopefully they'll be alive)
They'll realize what a big mistake they made, and how stupid they were. Unless they're really ignorant, then they'll think it's as bad as smoking cigarettes.
I'd like to read the story of how you got caught 2 times though, if you don't mind. (as advice for what NOT to do, and just because I like reading that kind of stuff.)
That is fucking bollocks!
Sounds alot like when I told my parents I smoke weed. Its hell for sure. Tought me not to tell them the truth basically. It was alot worse when they found out I snagged a few (meaning around 100) of my moms Klonopin out of her 3 month supply, she didnt even use that much so I was just taking the extra, but man they flipped out and were yelling at me threatening to send me to the psych ward for the weekend so I could "detox" cause they said they didnt know if I was gonna go into withdrawls from whatever I had been taking and have a seizure or something. I finally managed to convince them that I wasnt drug crazed and they ended up locking the meds up. I can pick the lock on their safe real easy, so that doesnt really deter me, but I took it alot slower on grabbin peels, also because I was at the point I could take 10mg of klonopin and be buzzed.
Then a couple months later my mom tried to kill herself by ODing on the klonopin by taking around 100 1mg tabs at once, so they took her off that.
That's horrible D:
Out of curiosity, how did you get caught the first time?
What religion are your parents?
[QUOTE=Anthrax713;18563941]What religion are your parents?[/QUOTE]
Guess :devil:
[QUOTE=noahh;18564621]Guess :devil:[/QUOTE]
Satanism?
EDIT: In all seriousness, these kinds of people piss me off to no end. It frustrates me when people can disregard facts because "I AM AN ADULT I AM RIGHT, YOU ARE ONLY A 16 YEAR OLD THEREFORE YOU ARE IGNORANT". Aww shit, now I'm pissed off.
do 9 months in fucking rehab(court) and come back to me with "oh my parents don't trust me". I was ripped apart from the world, thrown in motherfucking homeschool with no social contact whatsover listening to all these other kids bitch about their lives that I wish I still had, I've been to hell and back and now i'm in motherfucking purgatory so you have no sympathy from me whatsoever.
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I can't relate to you fucking people and your trivial fucking problems. you're parents aren't the fucking law, you can go get fucked up, come back, do it again the next day, and nothing will happen except for getting grounded which is retarded because you can just walk out the fucking door and get fucked up. they're not the police.
[QUOTE=Luke510;18566683]
I can't relate to you fucking people and your trivial fucking problems. you're parents aren't the fucking law, you can go get fucked up, come back, do it again the next day, and nothing will happen except for getting grounded which is retarded because you can just walk out the fucking door and get fucked up. they're not the police.[/QUOTE]
But they CAN call the police on your ass pretty easily.
[QUOTE=TheMiracle;18567573]But they CAN call the police on your ass pretty easily.[/QUOTE]
yea, so don't have weed when you get back. and don't tell the officer your high. they can't do much.
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i'm sorry for reacting that way, dark light you're a cool dude and all I just can't relate to anyones problems anymore from what i've been through everyones problems just look silly to me.
[QUOTE=Luke510;18566683]you can go fuck yourself, do 9 months in fucking rehab(court) and come back to me with "oh my parents don't trust me". I was ripped apart from the world, thrown in motherfucking homeschool with no social contact whatsover listening to all these other kids bitch about their lives that I wish I still had, I've been to hell and back and now i'm in motherfucking purgatory so you have no sympathy from me whatsoever.
[editline]08:23PM[/editline]
I can't relate to you fucking people and your trivial fucking problems. you're parents aren't the fucking law, you can go get fucked up, come back, do it again the next day, and nothing will happen except for getting grounded which is retarded because you can just walk out the fucking door and get fucked up. they're not the police.[/QUOTE]
How old are you by chance, Your profile says 107 years old which leads me to think you are only like 12/13.
[QUOTE=Luke510;18566683]you can go fuck yourself, do 9 months in fucking rehab(court) and come back to me with "oh my parents don't trust me". I was ripped apart from the world, thrown in motherfucking homeschool with no social contact whatsover listening to all these other kids bitch about their lives that I wish I still had, I've been to hell and back and now i'm in motherfucking purgatory so you have no sympathy from me whatsoever.
[editline]08:23PM[/editline]
I can't relate to you fucking people and your trivial fucking problems. you're parents aren't the fucking law, you can go get fucked up, come back, do it again the next day, and nothing will happen except for getting grounded which is retarded because you can just walk out the fucking door and get fucked up. they're not the police.[/QUOTE]
I was frozen today!
[QUOTE=Valdor;18570222]How old are you by chance, Your profile says 107 years old which leads me to think you are only like 12/13.[/QUOTE]
17. I just put in a random date on all forum accs.
As far as I know, my parents wouldn't care much, seeing as half of my family does it, and my Mom who is like the 1 person who doesn't told me if I do it then don't get caught.
[QUOTE=jonashappy;18563265]Tought me not to tell them the truth basically.[/QUOTE]
They sure know how to teach a good lesson huh?
Dark Light man I can't even verbalize how sick that makes me. That they can turn their backs on you and be so blind...this is exactly the kind of thing that's dragging us all down.
I'm so sorry man I hope it works out, best of luck to you.
And Luke...well it sure sounds like you had an awful time too =/ what you're saying makes a lot of sense but you know better than most of us it's not always that easy.
Atleast you didn't get kicked out of your house dude.
be happy about that.
Boy was that a fun few months...
[QUOTE=Peavy262;18572104]Atleast you didn't get kicked out of your house dude.
be happy about that.
Boy was that a fun few months...[/QUOTE]
Being a hobo is overrated, really.
Your parents need to chill the fuck out and smoke some weed.
Good thing my dad used to hang out with stoners all the time
[QUOTE=TheMiracle;18572128]Being a hobo is overrated, really.[/QUOTE]
Debatable.
[QUOTE=TheMiracle;18572128]Being a hobo is overrated, really.[/QUOTE]
I wasn't a hobo but I had to live with a friend.
he let me.
it was cool at first.
but we started to get sick of eachother.
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