my dad asked me one day if i was doing acid again and i said no (that was/is true) and then he asked me if i smoke pot and i said yeah once in a while and he just smiled called me hippie and gave me a few rules like not in the house, don't tell mom, be careful,don't ask for money and give me a hit lol so he was cool with it
ahhh my mom asked if i smoke weed. i told her ya and she doesn't even care. she just tells me to be safe. yeee.
i would never tell my parents, mostly because im 18 and can do what i want and they dont need to know
My dad still smokes weed so he doesn't really care. But when I got caught in October my mom was crying. Kinda shitty but it didn't really have any effect on me. The only time I ever started feeling bad was when I drove home really drunk once and mom smelled Skoll on my breath.
I just recently confessed to my parents (and I'm on this site illegally, shhh don't tell). The Sunday before Easter I had my dad take me to my friends house so she could explain a "chemistry equation" to me. I told him it would take five minutes, and she lives kinda far from my house, but he said he would anyway. At this point I was craving weed to the point I was shaking and crying on the phone to my dealer, so I wasn't thinking about what I was actually having my dad do. I came home smoked 5-7 times that night with everyone in the house (they were completely clueless about my smoking habits, and I had never gotten caught even when I would walk around my house with red eyes and a dazed expression), ate dinner, and fell asleep. I was trying to give weed up for Lent (any Christians out there will know what I'm talking about), so I didn't smoke after that Sunday (you can have what you gave up on Sundays during Lent). On Tuesday I started feeling really shitty about what I had done, and I decided that my use was turning dangerous. So, that night I sat my dad down and started out "Dad...I have something to tell you...". Well to make a long story short my parents had a field day with punishments and lectures. Let's see....no bedroom door, no iPod, get driven to and from school, random pocket searches, can't go on the internet (except for school), random room searches, no money (they take my pay checks from Dunkin' Donuts right out of my pockets), can't be home alone, no cell phone, deleted my myspace, deleted my hipforums account (formerly BradinTheGreat), deleted AIM, deleted my AOL account, force me to do extra chores, and play the guilt card every waking minute of the day. I can't have contact with any of my friends outside of school, and I can only talk to relatives on the phone. They also made sure my entire family knew about it, so they could rub in the guilt even deeper. The first couple days were spent in misery, wallowing in self pity and shame. I was ready to commit suicide quite a few times, but thanks to my old teacher who is a trusted friend I'm still here. The punishments still stand, but they seem to be easing up ever so slightly. I knew I was in trouble when I started taking a couple hits a day as a crutch to the stress of daily life. I know how much danger I put my family in, and I understand the possible legal consequences of smoking pot. I'm trying to at least go easy on how often/much I smoke, and will probably try to stop completely when I get an extra kick in the ass to. I've been sober for 30-something days now, and I'm probably gonna buy a dime next weekend. I get shakey everynight, and the thought of not smoking ever again is fuckin scary. Damn, that's a mouthful, eh? Sorry, I had to get all that out. I've been really depressed, confused, frustrated, and angry, and talking about my situation helps bring some comfort. What I've learned from my experience: you can't be stupid and get away with it, you have to be extremely cautious if you do decide to confess, and you have to be very fragile with trust. -AARM
Imagine 3 times that. Damn man your parents are strict, mine are playing the guilt card on me as we speak because I got caught last night (see my latest thread for details).
I'm actually really glad that I read your post cantsmokenomore, but I have recently been feeling guilty about my habit too, and was thinking about telling my mom. She lectures me all the time about no drugs (weed and shrooms specifically). She's cool with drinking though which makes the whole thing EVER worse. Now I def. know that I can't handle telling her right now.
I'm psychologically hooked on bud, and I get really bad anxiety attacks when I don't have any for a long time.
I'd never, never, never confess to the parents. Not even my dad, even though he smokes too. Ha, and he has to know I smoke. He'd be an idiot to think otherwise. But to actually come clean to them? I think they might send me away...I've had a few run-ins with alcohol, so they're already freaked I'm pissing away my life. My mom basically ignores it, aside from hauling me off to therapy every other week, but dad is ever suspicious (ah, the perceptive stoner he is). If I actually came clean about my passionate love for weed, the consequences would be unthinkable. I might tell them if I ever wanted to give up weed...but no...I don't see that happening. I used to feel guilty until I figured out my dad smoked...and then I was like, "well fuck, I'll just do whatever the hell I want." So what if they'd be disappointed in me? I smoke pot. That's life. I know I owe them a lot, but I certainly do not owe them a life without drugs or alochol.
@ 3 years old!?!? WOWSERS!! i would pretend i was a power ranger at that age, u must have really thought u were one! lol =P