Yes, people could slip LSD to people without them knowing, even with it being illegal. If LSD was legal, I guarantee it'll be a much more common occurrence. Doesn't take a genius to work it out as it'll be far more popular and people will have more access to it. So an ex-heroin addict warns school kids about the dangers of drugs, he becomes a hypocrite by that logic? I have nothing against LSD, I think it's a wonderful drug, it induces a spiritual journey where you discover things about yourself, changes your perspective on the way you look at the world and has a profound effect upon your personality. The problem is that you need a good level of mental intelligence to understand what's going on, if you can't distinguish between the effects of the drug and reality, you're going to freak out, become paranoid, think the world and everyone in it is playing tricks against you. Although the effects only last 12 hours, as someone has already said, it feels like a week with the time distortion, so it's like being insane for a week, at which point, the confused user wonders if they'll ever return to normal which spurs on further paranoia, it's a nightmarish experience. It's NOTHING like drinking a bottle of scotch. If I drank a bottle of scotch, the worse that could happen is that I'll pass out and might need to my stomach pumped. I think if you feel you're old enough, open minded enough, and mentally intelligent enough, then go ahead, do some research and do LSD. If it becomes legalised, no matter what restrictions are put in place, it'll be far easier for 'vulnerable' people (especially very young teenagers, even kids) getting hold of LSD and use it. A kid tripping on LSD is going to do far more damage to himself and others than a kid smoking a cigarette or swigging some alcohol.
Bingo Exactly what I meant when I said each drug needs to be handled differently. Edit: Although I do think LSD has medical uses.
Firstly, You can't guarantee it. You have no reason for holding that belief other than by making stuff up and claiming it to be true you can bolster an otherwise unsupported argument. And even if it was true, So what? by making all sorts of things legal, By your logic, There is more chance of someone nefariously slipping it into peoples drinks with the intention of poisoning them. that flawed argument works equally poorly for bleach, petrol, dog urine, salt and paracetamol. yes. his intentions are probably commendable, but anyone who says "I done something, But you shouldn't" is a hypocrite. That is pretty much the definition of the word. People can die from drinking a bottle of scotch. actually die from poisoning. Granted some people have a higher tolerance and i enjoy sitting down with a bottle of Glenmorangie, a jug of iced water, a couple of cigars and a friend partial to stimulating conversation. But if an 8 stone 18 year old girl, someone as legally entitled to buy and consume it as i am, were to drink a bottle of scotch she could very easily end up dead from alcohol poisoning.
Quite frankly, I would feel MUCH safer doing a medium dose of LSD then drink a bottle of scotch and have to visit the emergency room to get my stomach pumped. Like all psychedelic drugs set and setting play an important role. Kids will always be stupid and learn from there mistakes.
It took me years to lose the little green caterpillar guy on my right shoulder, from one too many walks with windowpane. When I drink scotch - I mean, single Islay malt, of course - all I do is listen to highland pipes and cry.
I can only speak for myself. This would have been 1977-80, and it was usually 1/4 of a 4-pane blotter. I did stop, after one infernal night, with barracks-mates flying back and forth across the room with every loud, sinister breath, and my own footsteps panting out this demonic chatter and chasing me down, relentlessly. The little green guy was a fleeting thing thereafter, but he appeared for years. I have distinct memories of coming home on liberty on the bus from San Diego, and scaring the bejeezus out of a poor lady, an illegal, when he popped up unexpectedly and I too-suddenly lurched in my chair. The "visitations" and other phenomena became less and less frequent, until none remained. I've mentioned elsewhere that I assisted on the autopsy of a friend (unknowingly, until I came into the actual chamber), who jumped, broke his back, and died a month later. Maybe it's a product of my time, I can't speak to now. But in my case, a big no.
Disassociation from reality on a scale that very few substances can produce I have witnessed people with mild mental disorders that no stranger would ever guess at, become wild paranoid schizos for weeks.
Tabs today are nowhere near as strong. Most doses would be barely threshold. It didn't seem to effect your ability to write...
I stopped, and that was 30 years ago. At the time, at the end of the night I spoke of, I ended up in a special room with soft walls, a bare mattress on the floor, and the sweet good companionship of massive boluses of Thorazine and Vitamin C. I consider myself lucky.
I experimented in high school with all sorts of things. By the way it's 10 pm do you know where your kids are? Now that is out of the way, I had a lot of mind expanding experiences with a lot of things, and a lot of mind debasing ones as well. To legalize LSD as a recreational drug it would probably have to be a thousand dollar voluntary trip to a mental institution for 24 hours.
Tranquilizer built for a horse is what it seemed like, but it is an old-line antipsychotic. You don't realize much about it, while you're on it, until you see what the drones (of which you were one) walking - the "thorazine shuffle." It just calms everything the hell down. I only remember being on that mattress I spoke of, in the middle of the room; dipping my hand in what I thought was a butterfat yellow sea, with black arrows in serried ranks flowing all in one direction. The next several days, once the acid wore off and all I was on was the Thorazine, I think drooling was my greatest accomplishment.
http://www.healthsquare.com/newrx/tho1441.htm Counteracts is more accurate than ending it. You still have to ride it out I think. Thorazine is something my schizophrenic cousin was prescribed. It made him functional but not sane.
When I was deep in the middle of my seventh circle of hell, best medicine I got was the advice given by the intake psych officer, before the thorazine - saying that what I was experiencing was simply a chemical reaction in my body, that would pass with time, and that as real as it felt, it was simply my body processing the chemical. Clinical, calm, factual. Perfect.
Agree on both counts It would be hard to get me to eat mushrooms again too but at least that is less of a mind taker I prefer meditation and the ever more kind than narcotics runners high Edit: Meditation as in calming and breathing exercises before anyone labels me a moonbat or liberal over it
I'm sorry, Earth - both for your cousin, and for ungently characterizing what people - myself included - were like in my experience of the drug.