DOSE:

1

oral

Cannabis - High THC

(edible / food)

BODY WEIGHT:

140 lb

Warning: You CAN Overdose!

I am not a person who uses substances. In the past, I have smoked weed a few times and taken a small edible, but that's all. I live in an area where marijuana is illegal.

On my birthday, I ran into a friend who offered me a gummy that was being sold by her workplace and mentioned that her coworker took one frequently to relax. Since marijuana is illegal, I foolishly assumed that this was a harmless CBD gummy. I took a 10 mg Delta-9 gummy around 7 PM. I realize how idiotic that was of me but it happened.

It was slow to kick in. At first, there was a nice sensation of being relaxed. Things started feeling a bit hazy. Then my heart started pounding. That concerned me a bit, but I wasn’t panicked about it and tried to stay calm. Around 30 minutes or so, I started dissociating pretty bad. I have a history of dissociative disorders so when everything started feeling dreamlike, I knew I probably needed some help. I stumbled out of the bar I was in and sat down on the sidewalk and called my partner to come pick me up.

By the time he showed up, my dissociation was severe. I had dissociated like that before but only during panic attacks. I was not panicked, but everything felt really off. I didn’t have a sense of balance. By the time we made it to his house, I remember my tongue feeling like it had grown to fill my entire mouth. I was unbelievably thirsty but nothing helped.

My partner and I are polyamorous, so his other partner was home and aware of what was happening. I laughed it off at first and thought the novelty of it was kind of fun. We all chatted for a bit. Then I started losing my sense of time. Someone suggested that we turn a movie on. My partner selected one of my favorites on a streaming service, which I was extremely grateful for in the end.

Shortly after it started, I went to the bathroom because I felt like I was going to vomit. I hadn’t vomited in nearly 20 years at that point. I laid over the toilet for a bit but nothing came out. Then I remember crawling back to the living room. I was physically unable to stand up. I was curled up in a ball on the floor and this unbelievable existential dread just consumed me. I was starting to get panicked. It felt like hours had passed and it was only getting worse. I was struck with this incredible fear that I would have to endure hours of this and it would feel like multiple eternities. My favorite movie being on the TV is the only thing I had to help keep me calm since I was able to track how much time had passed based on which scenes were on TV. Then, thank God, I lost consciousness.

I have basically no memory of what happened after this, but whatever happened was so bad that my partner still gets upset whenever this event is brought up. According to him, I was absolutely petrified and basically catatonic. He said I couldn’t move at all. I was completely pale and I couldn’t speak or do anything. I do have brief recollections of him telling me he loves me and me responding with the I love you hand sign, but that’s it. He held me for the entire night and said that every so often, I would shout out and start crying and trembling. I was like the human embodiment of pure terror.

I think I kept my partner and meta awake all night. I have memory of vomiting on the living room floor at least 5 times, but according to him, I threw up way more than that. When I finally woke up, it was around 4 PM the next day, I think. He was really frustrated with me and wanted me to get up but my body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. He tried for hours to wake me up and it was only around then that he managed to get me moved to his car so he could drop me off at my apartment with some popsicles to rehydrate.

As soon as I got home, I collapsed on my sofa and fell asleep again. The next morning, I called in sick to work because I was STILL dissociating and didn’t feel like it was safe for me to drive. I think I dissociated for four straight days. It was really, really terrible. I wasn’t freaked out by it necessarily since I’ve struggled with dissociation my entire life, but it was miserable to feel like I was stuck in this dreamlike haze and just had to wait it out. Eventually, it went away.

So this stupid little Delta-9 gummy that is, for some reason, legal in my state while weed isn’t nearly destroyed my relationship and seriously fucked me up for about a week. The silver lining is that this was the moment that finally helped me get some of my shit together and now my relationship is better than it’s ever been. But also I will never, ever do any kind of drug ever again. I am so serious. I remember my therapist once asking me if I ever smoked week and when I said no she said something to the effect that it’s for the best that I don’t because she thinks it would be a really terrible experience for me. Oh boy was she fucking right about that one. I know it’s THC and not weed, but you know, similar enough.

0/10 would not recommend.

Exp Year: 2024	ExpID: 119080
Gender: Not Specified
Age at time of experience: 26
Published: Jan 3, 2026	Views: Not Supported
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