Citation: Gman. "Long-Term Use: An Experience with Propylhexedrine (exp107811)". Erowid.org. Jan 26, 2016. erowid.org/exp/107811
Propylhexedrine IS a powerful substance. People think that just because it's over the counter, that it's not 'real' or substantial on any way.
I'll start from the beginning. When I was 17 I was caught by my parents using any drug I could find. My main drug of chioce was cannabis but I dabbled with Heroin, benzos and stims. I was doing bad in school, without having enough credits to graduate. Because of all of this my mom called my dad who lived in San Diego, California. My parents had been divorced for years and I hadn't talked to my dad in some time. He immediately came to take me to San Diego for rehab. I was put in a underage rehab in Long Beach, California. I was on my very best behavior so the insurance decided I was not fit for rehab and stopped covering it. I was released after 13 days. Lucky me? That's what I thought until the only person there for my discharge was my father. We DID NOT get along. He told me I would be living with him for about a month to get straight. I had a girlfriend back home that I truly loved. We would soon break up because of the distance. I was off to live with my dad and start a new life in San Diego. This is where propylhexedrine came into my life.
I started an outpatient program that tested for everything. Propylhexedrine shows up as Methamphetamine on every drug test I've taken. So I was very careful, planning out when I could take it and when I couldn't. I am sly and also manipulative so I never came out dirty.
I never had a source of income besides the change laying around my dad's house. He was never there to watch me because of his work schedule so it was basically a free for all until he got home. He even put a tracker on my phone. I was smart enough to track him as well. There was an Albertsons about a quarter of a mile away so it was easy to get home quick. I would shoplift DXM and propylhexedrine every day. I was suprised they never caught me. I turned into a shoplifting expert. I'd even shoplift when my father was with me. Like I told you, was sly.
I started using DXM and Propylhexedrine every other day, switching off, because they aren't safe to use together. I'm not saying I didn't use them together a few times. The high was incredible. This report is about Propylhexedrine not DXM, so I'll stick to that.
When taking Propylhexedrine in the beginning I felt like Superman, literally. I felt as though I could do anything I set my mind too. I play guitar and when I played high, it was so incredible. I felt like a rockstar, sounds cheesy but when I take this drug, it changes my outlook on everything. It felt like a mix of MDMA and Methamphetamine. Great feeling, with no comedown.
I began shoplifting more than one inhaler, so I could redose to further the high. I was caught once as I was slipping the packages into my pants. The clerk told me to get out, so I did. Luckily they didn't call the police. I never went back to that CVS.
After ten months of 'getting better' at my father's house, I was able to come home. I was so happy. As soon as I got home I played with my dogs, saw my ex-girlfriend and lived with my real family. I was set. My mother thought it was a new me, so she didn't drug test me. I carried on with my shoplifting ways, hitting every drugstore in town for my DXM and Propylhexedrine habit. This carried on for months and months.
I had gained a tolerance to propylhexedrine by this point. Sometimes taking two inhalers and one more for the redose. I was spun out. I thought to myself, 'this is what it would be like to be addicted to meth', because I have read before that propyl is like a small dose of Methamphetamine. There was no physical dependence. It was all psychological. I would wake up and find money no matter what. I would ALWAYS find money. Whether it was change or from my mom. It was difficult to find cash all the time so I got a job. I worked at my local Marshalls for about six months doing hard work in the back room. I didn't have the energy for the work I was doing because I was on Klonopin and Gabapentin for anxiety. I didn't need the Klonopin, I just worked my psychiatrist into giving to me, because you know, I was sly.
There was a Walmart next door to my work so before every shift I would buy some inhalers. Using them for energy for work, but I'd always want another for when I got off. Keep in mind, I was smoking Marijuana everyday, all day, exept the for the time I was working. I could never smoke pot and work due to anxiety, but I could sure use stimulants!
About four months into my work at Marshalls I was put in a county outpatient program because my mom found my stash of Benzedrex inhalers. It wasn't really a stash, it was more like I was hoarding used inhalers. There were about 16 inhalers that she found, already used. She freaked out obviously. So I got clean in the program for not that long. It was a really unfunded program with ALOT of people forced to be there that didn't want help. They tested me randomly so I didn't use very often.
A few months went by, I was still raw, I never did the 12 steps and didn't have any tools to be clean. I made a deal with my mom that I'd get 2 jobs and go to community college, then she would let me leave the outpatient program. So I did what she asked, but it didn't last long. I went back to smoking pot every day and taking DXM and Benzedrex. I worked at a fancy restaurant and Marshalls. I would get spun out and go to work being a hostess. My hands would tremble and I was always so nervous, yet I'd still pop inhalers. I was full on addicted. I quit both jobs because of the stress and I dropped out of school. I kept using every day. The drugstores ran out of Benzedrex so I started using DXM more often. I would often take two bottles by myself and no one would catch me. But one time, after taking two bottles, my mom caught me and I could barely get words out. I was to disassociated.
I was put in a better outpatient rehab a few towns away. I have to ride the bus every day for meetings. I have been clean since December 17, 2015. It is now January 24. I am truly into it this time. I'm tired of these three drugs ruling my life (Benzedrex, DXM, and cannabis). I am finding my true self, working the steps and feeling very good. I'm taking a plethora of prescription drugs (gabapentin, clonidine, zyprexa, and trazadone). I am hoping to get off them in time as well. Nicotine and caffeine have helped my stress levels tremendously. I also vape CBD and that has helped me in a mild way.
I've realized that living a clean life means living a long and happy life. These drugs take away all human emotions and strip life right out from under you. I advise every one to stay away from over the counter highs, they are just as dangerous as hard drugs. To anyone who is reading this, live a clean life. You will be so happy you did when you get older. Getting clean has made me find myself. It's a little scary, but it's life. And we all deserve a good life and a chance to change our manipulative ways.
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