speaking of bringing weapons to school, I have experience with that. Not so much the actual bringing weapons to school (I brought a knife to school once, but I kept it in my locker), but more or less the accusations against me. When I was in high school, my freshman year, I started breaking down… My grades were slipping, but nothing could help… I even made a “hit list” of students that i wished didn’t exist. That got me into a lot of trouble, especially since this was right around the time of columbine… Later that freshman year, I stood out on the street in front of my highschool with a sign advocating suicide… Dumb, I know… I tried taking my life by overdosing on a bunch of pills, but I only found my self very sick for a week… That made me depressed even more. I’m glad that I’m alive nowdays, and that I’ve found Christ.
anyways, here’s a bit of a flashback… benadryl. YAAY for Benadryl. But seriously, this was wrong… I did it, though…
My parents didn’t help much, either… My mom was loving, and understanding and all, but she just didn’t get it… And my dad, he only accused me and continued to accuse me, and I hated being around him because every “conversation” we had would eventually turn into a rant about what I had done wrong…
But I used a few things to my advantages, and whether that was right or wrong, I don’t know- and I don’t want to go there, either… He liked smoothies and slushies a lot, so knowing that often times, I would pretend to be nice, and I would make a smoothie or a slushie- be it with coffee, fruit, or some sort of soda….. and lots and lots of milk… Then I would make one up for me, and blend it… then put it in the freezer and then I would make one up for him, and blend it. I always made sure that his had an “extra ingredient”, though. Namely, Benadryl… I used it for the “sleep inducing” factor, and that worked really well..
I would bring the drinks into his room and chat with him about the weather for a few minutes while he drank his smoothie, and then soon after he would fall asleep, and I would leave the room. I drank mine, too… but I was still awake, since it didn’t have any benadryl in it.
I continued to do this for a few months until one day when my mom spotted me putting the benadryl into the smoothies, and she asked me to stop because she thought thought it was wrong. I didn’t agree with her, but out of respect for her, I stopped.
About a week later, he went to the doctor complaining about some strange aches and pains…. it turned out to be withdrawl symptoms (or so, I think)–because the doctor prescribed him benadryl… He asked me if he could have some of my benadryl, and I was more than happy to oblige..
/ flashback
I don’t think I would do that now, though… Things have improved between my dad and I in the past few years, but I still don’t trust him 100%. And I doubt that I ever will.
