I’m really good at operating vehicles and other heavy machinery while on LSD, it doesn’t significantly impair my coordination or reflexes. Delivered pizzas, drove a forklift once, and left more than a handful of underwhelming/unpleasant trip parties without having to wait til I came down. I suspect it’s a combination of my particular neurodivergence plus a lot of practice gaming while tripping, hard to prove though.
Upvoted for being genuinely the scariest. It’s not scary that you’re really good. It’s scary that you actually believe yourself.
Depends on the person, some people are worse than average without stims.
I have a sub aracnoid cyst, It started growing and shoving my brain into my spine, I had brain surgery, and I’m on a combo of meds that would kill a normal person. I experience hallucinations that I can never turn off all the time. Sparks, trailers, things that aren’t melting melting, usually numbers and letters, sometimes everything is technocolor, sometimes double vision, tunnel vision, White noise often sounds like angelic singing, I hear my name a lot when there’s no sounds, anyways. I live a mostly, kind of sort of, normal life. Driving isn’t really a problem, it’s not my reaction times or decision making that’s the issue, and the reality I see is doing weird shit, but I don’t see things in the wrong place. But also, these aren’t all happening all the time, abs if I get a few happening at once, I’ll try and take it easy. Things have gotten better with the dissolution of my former relationship. A lot less random dramatic stress.
Hey I am curious about how people experience hallucinations can I ask some questions?
Does being tired or sleepy effect it? For example just before falling asleep do you start hearing your voice more clearly or louder?
Do you actually see figures and people in front of you or is it more of a “I think I saw a black cat run in my peripheral vision” type of thing?
Thank you!
It is more that you see geometric patterns in stuff like leaves and clouds. Colors are a bit more saturated. Lines that are supposed to be straight are wobbling, kind of like those optical illusions but in everyday objects. I also saw wallpaper patterns spin in my peripheral vision.
It is less that you see things that aren’t there and more that the things that are there behave odd.
The biggest difference isn’t in the visuals but in the way your brain thinks. You think about the world from a whole new perspective. And this effect persist after the trip. You still have the same personality, but with the insight of a different perspective.
Falling asleep doesn’t change much. Your dreams might be more vibrant. But it would be a waste of a good trip.
I’ve never seen people, I do see geometric objects that aren’t there sometimes but it’s in my peripheral vision, if I turn and try and focus on it, it just disappears. anything that makes a normal person more susceptible to hallucinations also make it more likely for me, so dehydration, low blood sugar, sleep deprivation, sensory isolation, some drugs and medication. Sensory overloads. Oddly enough exercise is one of the worst triggers, I’ve been worried I’m gonna pass out from all the stacking effects messing up my vision.
That sounds difficult, one of my favorite parts of every trip is when it’s finally over. I’m glad to hear it’s not stopping you from living.
Zero car accidents, flawless driving record. There are lots of things you can’t do, doesn’t mean they can’t be done.
Hopefully you don’t kill anybody else when it finally happens
You can sleep soundly, my driving skills and reflexes will continue being unreasonably good for another 2 or 3 decades at least, and I doubt I’ll still be driving myself anywhere by that point
RemindMe! 30 years
Go watch the end of wolf of wall street. The part where they think they are driving amazingly.
I’m built different
Wrong I presume?
Oh most definitely, ADHD+autism, in exchange for absurd skill acquisition and long-term info retention I have horrible short-term memory, intense executive dysfunction, depression, although that last one has been a lot better since I transitioned. Turns out one of the things that was wrong with my brain was an estrogen deficiency lol
You forgot the grandiosity.
Recognizing and honestly assessing your own strengths and weaknesses isn’t “grandiosity”, calm down
I droped LSD while working at a fuel station and it was the only time that people came back in to see my boss to tell them how great of a server I was. I even had a cool conversation with two cops who came in, which was terrifying because I also had my bong and weed in the toilet room behind them.
The right dosage at the right time can unlock easy access flow state, it’s a treat when it happens
Dude I totally understand. I normally suck at video games but I’ve played Counter-Strike competitively on 25i before and I swear it turned me into a pro.
All of a sudden I could pinpoint enemies with millimeter precision from the sound of their footsteps alone. It was like having x-ray vision or echolocation, no joke (Shout out to the CS devs for their excellent sound design). My aim was suddenly a lot better too. Headshots were child’s play.
Wish I still had gameplay footage but unfortunately this was several PCs ago. It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked with psychedelics cause they don’t pair nicely with anxiety (only time I was able play video games on the stuff was when I was drunk too). I was never that good at video games ever again.
I remember one time playing Destiny 1 pvp peaking, I stopped being able to distinguish objects from environment but somehow I was still putting the crosshairs on people’s heads
Or at least, you think you do.
If I wasn’t right about it I wouldn’t have a flawless driving record
I was once bitten by a kissing bug.
Are you sure you weren’t kissed by a biting bug? Bug mouths are usually very small!
I’m pretty sure I’ve read the exact post. Same picture, same title. It was over a year ago. Might have been on reddit, I’m not sure anymore.
When I was younger, I believed that if a woman was raped, it was her fault for what she was wearing. My highschool friends called me the most unempathetic person they’d ever met and I was proud of that.
Thankfully I’ve turned right around on all that and learned empathy. I’m ashamed for my younger self, but I know they were just doing the best they could with the very few tools they were given.
I am in the same situation. “When I was a child I was the most unhinged asshole I know” is extremly common in this community and I have no clue why.
just a guess, but it could be because kids are dumb and we were all kids once trying to figure out the world with no experience. And then on top of that we tend to remember the cringe moments about ourselves even though those moments were likely an after thought to those around us.
almost blew myself up for good after a pistol flare exploded half a meter from my face.
went to the ER with superficial burns on my left hand and hearing damage that still rears its ugly head out to this day.
each time i think about that moment i realise that if i had been in any other position when that flare blew up i probably wouldn’t be here todayMy knife collection began because I was suicidal.
To keep myself around I got a bunch of knives so I wouldn’t pick a favorite and “dissapoint” the others.
…I got better.
You know, that is one of the most creative safety solutions I have heard. Glad you came up with it (probably due to still wanting to fight). The fight never stops, hope you are still doing well.
I have my moments, just like everyone else, but I have more good ones than bad ones. I do have a genuine love for knives though now, and still don’t have a favorite.
I keep seeing videos of a guy who buys TSA confiscated knives by weight & laughs at them for sucking, and I laugh harder because my angsty teenage self collected a lot of them back in the day.
I love this so much, is it that you have a lot of empathy?
Yep – It’s a gift & a curse.
I find it super easy to put myself in other people’s shoes and see what they’re going through, but I have a hard time expressing my own feelings. It’s turned me into a bit of a loner, but I do have a small circle of people I know & trust that I can be myself with.
I hear ya. I’m participating in a hiring panel and finding it really tough to reject candidates, especially when they’re nice. I just feel so much for them.
Hard not to start building a tough shell, take care of yourself
Suppose I have it similar, don’t remember when exactly I got into knives but was depressed since 14 so it correlates.
Out of all the reasons/sotires I have heard about why people didnt kill themselves this is by far the most absurd.
In the same year I put my head through a plate glass window (to a shocking lack of injury) I also attempted to lift an engine block off a cherry picker… WITH MY HEAD… to hilarious results.
Well the TBI, seizures and utter disregard of my mother to the suggestion of a neurosurgeon that I needed surgery to relieve swelling at the injury site weren’t too funny. The latter is my favorite as she ‘treated’ me with nightmarish vegetable smoothies consisting of spinach and not much else.
I still hate spinach. And it’s been 47 years.
I was witness to a very gorey and fatal lathe accident. It was bad enough that they shut the shop down for a month and paid for some therapy.
Jesus fuck that sounds bad… sorry about that.
That shop took a lot of shortcuts on safety. I had to pull a dude out of a mill to prevent a 2" drill going into his head because he tripped into it. Never again will I standby as I put my own hands at risk for efficiency over safety.
A while back, a friend of a friend of mine, all of us ended up together at some nerd type convention…
He’d beeen degloved.
But, miraculously, they surgeons and doctors had managed to … put the glove back on… and while he did have problems with certain motions and sensations… his hand pretty much worked normally, and I didn’t even see anything out of the ordinary wrong with his hand for hours… it just came up in conversation that that jad happened to him, and I was shocked.
Yeah I didn’t see it happen, but just thinking about industrial accidents… fucking oof.
Yeah, safety rules are written in blood, they’re there for a reason.
I’ve got PTSD for… non industrial accident reasons, but I absolutely sympathize with having to see something that horrific first hand.
RIP to the departed.
When I was a kid I told a Special Ed teacher who I trusted that one of the gym teachers was having sex with high school students and grooming girls as young as 14.
Rather than report this to the authorities he told the gym teacher what was said. The next day the gym teacher (who was a big former semi-pro football player or something like that) cornered me and intimidated me into shutting my mouth.
2 years later a former student confronted the gym teacher’s wife. In the fallout his behavior came to light and he left our school and went to teach a few towns over. The Special Ed teacher joked about it after the fact.
It was probably 20 years before I fully understood the scope of how disgusting that situation was.
Big props for you trying to get people involved though, most obviously did nothing.
In my school there was a kid who consistently made plans to SA other students and regularly bragged about it. The school administration not only knew but actively went out of their way to defend him.
SA?
sexually assault
Either sexually assault or Sturm Abteilung… neither is good
GTA:SA
My parents made me way too casual of a liar…
Okay it might have been my fault
when encountering new people i am open and friendly, but mask up as they start saying things that let me know they are not safe people. at some point they become unsettled and go away.
My lungs are 21 years older than I am. My new lungs were put in using a clamshell incision and arching my back… don’t look it up if you’re squeamish, it’s pretty scary looking
So if I undetstand the images I found correctly: They basically reloaded your lungs like a break action shotgun?
I’ve seen them, I worked in a CF clinic before. Yikes. Do they work?
When I was a kid I had a hypothesis that autistic people simply lacked souls and that that explained their symptoms. (I don’t think this anymore)
For what it’s worth, I got a solid laugh out of this. My partner is autistic, and I’m 100% telling them that it’s because they don’t have a soul.
A bit over a decade ago, I was motorcycle camping on a solo trip down the US West coast. Being a bit on the cheap side and preferring wilderness, I decided to make use of the Bureau of Land Management camp sites, where possible. They are free, somewhat remote and quiet (no hookups for RVs or any of that), which I really appreciate.
While heading South through Northern California, I stopped at the one near Ukiah, had a quick dinner, and went to sleep in my 2-person tent that I had been using for the trip. For some reason, I had my laptop out - maybe trying to look at some helmet cam footage. And, when I went to sleep, I was lazy and just suspended it, leaving its power LEDs slowly blinking.
I was awoken in the middle of the night by an animal rather forcefully trying to get through the side of my tent. I shouted and banged on the handle of my hatchet (hollow, glass-filled nylon, so it could be used to make rather significant noise). The animal took off, rather loudly through the brush near the camp site. My laptop, with blinking LEDs was right next to the wall of the tent where my “visitor” had been trying to gain entrance. So, I completely shutdown the laptop, ensuring that there was no blinking and failed to get any more meaningful sleep.
The next morning, once it was light out, I warily looked outside my tent to be sure that my “visitor” wasn’t waiting for me. Then, surveyed the site with hatchet in hand and heavy sheath knife on my belt (Morakniv Companion - highly recommended in carbon steel as it’s a great knife and still somehow cheap). All around the picnic table where I had cooked my curried lentil dinner were the large and unmistakable tracks of my large feline “visitor”. Not wanting to stick around in case the mountain lion decided to come by to investigate some more, I quickly broke camp and made my way back to the road, skipping my planned breakfast for diner food.
As one can reasonably expect from this experience, I camped at the same campground on my way back North and return there to camp fairly regularly.
Least you didnt meet one of the anderson valley serial killers. This area is a hotbed of em.
Well maybe not a decade ago but who knows.
Fuck me. Yeah… Just looked a bit of it up. There has been a dude in a beater pickup truck (may be a different guy but seemed to be in the same spot, on the other side of the campground) about every other time I’d been up there but, I figured he was likely either living out of his truck or an outdoors enthusiast.
