Citation: rickamortis. "I Suffer With Schizoaffective Disorder: An Experience with DXM, Cannabis, Aripiprazole & Venlafaxine (exp86106)". Erowid.org. Jan 20, 2021. erowid.org/exp/86106
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In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth. He did this over the course of billions of years leading up to 1958 when He blessed the pharmacologists and chemists with the inherent knowledge to synthesize DXM.
My history with DXM includes multiple experiences ranging from an Ecstasy like high, to complete dissociation up to and including ego death. Four years ago I found this beautiful NMDA antagonist, which happens to be right smack in the middle of Ketamine and PCP. I suffer with schizoaffective disorder and have experience in using DXM with my routine psych meds, therefore assuming my trip today would be a normal third plateau experience.
HERE WE GO
I had taken my first 354mg of DXM with my routine psych meds, never before encountering a problem, waited for my partner to leave for his respective home, and went to Wal-Mart with mom for an afternoon of shopping. My attitude was a positive one, having had an awesome day prior I was positive and full of energy. My buzz started at about an hour and a half, the usual for 354mg of DXM, and I bought a bottle of cough gels and downed them in the public bathroom. I was amazed how good I felt and I just knew this would be a good day. Boy was I wrong.
About 30 minutes after my second dose I had the sensation as if I had dosed with MDMA, very positive and loving, but no real dissociation yet, so I bought another bottle of cough gels and commenced to return with mother to her home. There we would be with my step-father and would eat good food, smoke a few joints and just relax. Not I though.
THE THIRD PLATEAU
We got home about 3 and a half hours from the time of my first dose and this is where the really fun stuff begins. My mind is racing and doing laundry is extremely difficult, I stand stupefied concentrating on the water filling the basin in the tub of the washing machine. Mom comes to me and asks me if I am okay. I think I say fine, but I am not fine, so I go to the living room to smoke out and this is where the fun stops. Mom and step-dad knew I was on something and mom offered to finish my laundry while she took me home to lie down and come down. On the way home mom and I had a long talk about my feelings of the world, and hers. We came to the conclusion that this world is not for people like me, a wannabe psychonaut.
This level of intoxication should only be done with a trusted friend, much like with the dissociative cousin PCP needs a sitter, because a bad trip may ensue.
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