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You see so many bad views on drugs so I thought I would share my experience on the topic of smoking cannabis. My mum is a hippy, I have been brought up around cannabis plus many other drugs and to me seeing someone roll a joint growing up was just them rolling a roll up, I didn’t know the difference.
My mum thinks if I hadn’t been around it growing up I wouldn’t have smoked it but I think different, I rebelled a lot as a teen and know full well I would have, maybe not from as young as I did but I would have smoked it.
I was 9 when I had my first started smoking cannabis, my mum rolled a joint then wandered off to do something leaving it in the ashtray (yes she smoked around us bare in mind this is around 15 years ago) I saw it in the ashtray and me and my friend went and smoked it behind the garden wall, I love it, the giggles was the best thing ever.
From then on we would pinch what our mums left when we didn’t think they’d notice and they didn’t(we all lived together).
By the age of 11 I was smoking cannabis daily
I started secondary school, I already had a few friends in year 10 who I used to hang around with, I started going for a joint at lunch, things like that.
One day I stayed at friends and her mum found some resin in my jeans, I told her I’d never seen it before (obviously she knew different) she rang my mum but it was forgotten about, I think I told my mum it was friends or something.
When I was 13 my mum found out I smoked cannabis, she was fine about it and was glad she knew so I wasn’t hiding things from her.
When I was 14 I started going to raves, taking hydrocodone, acid and mushrooms. I went a little off the rails… But I had fun…
My mum couldn’t have stopped me I would have found a way
At 15, I got taken out of school as I’d missed that much I would never have passed my GCSEs, they sent me to college on an under 16s course. The teachers knew I smoked cannabis, the college rule was no one under the influence was allowed on site but I refused to turn up if I didn’t have a joint before college, so the teachers turned a blind eye.
At 17 I had a massive argument with my mum and got kicked out, I moved in with two friends who happened to drug dealers. I carried on with college enjoying life going out at weekends and getting my head down during the week. Getting kicked out was an eye opener and it made me grow up but I didn’t change who I was.
At 18 I got with my daughters dad, I met him as I lived with his cousin. We moved out got our own place and when I was 20 I found out I was pregnant. I had always said I would never stop smoking unless I found out I was pregnant and I stuck by that, from the day I found out in was pregnant I cut down massively and had my last puff at 11 weeks.
I’m now 24, I’ve had two joints in the last 4 years.
I don’t see the point anymore
I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs, I don’t go out. I’m a mother and that’s me. I did my partying growing up, I got it all out the way while I was young and I’m happy I did it and would do it all again.
Some will ask if your daughter turned out like you would you be happy? No, I wouldn’t be and I was an awful teen, I was horrible to my mother and did as I pleased.
Do you regret anything? No not a second of it, it was part of growing up and made me who I am today.
Will you let your kids smoke? Yes, I will, if they want to that’s their choice, I would be a hypocrite to tell them any different, I wouldn’t be happy but my children are my children regardless.
I wanted to post this just as a little look inside someone’s life who is totally opinion free. Now that I have children I wouldn’t touch a drug, but without smoking cannabis I wouldn’t be who I am today.
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