Last summer a night in late July I ended up eating alot of acid... Probaly too much, well the night was going fine up until me and my buddy decided to get away from my crowded buddies house and head back to his house. We chilled there till around 3 in the morning talking about life and society. We then decided to go smoke a blunt. We went to this place around here where you can see the skyline of all the surrounding cites, and which is an old indian burial ground. About half-way through the blunt i started thinking a heliocopter was hovering above the pavilion we were under and that there were people in black jumpsuits and that they were a swat team or some sort of enforcement agency that said they had been following me for a while. Then I started freaking out and was starting to whisper to my bud asking are there people here and i can not remeber what all I said, but it was around 4am now so i just asked if we could leave, thinking once we got in his car everything would be okay. But when we got in his car i started seeing people in the trees around us and a car following us and while we were driving down the road i even saw people in everytree no matter where we went. Once we got back to our original place we were at[the guys house we left earlier] but once we got there it made it 100 times worse, i started thinking that under the pavilion they sprayed us with a substance that acts as a wire and will wear off on every1 around you for the next day and transmits to police. Also, i thought that the people followed us back to this house and were waiting till i fell asleep and then they were going to come and inspect me and run tests. What made it even worse was that I started to believe that every1 there was turning agaisnt me and were gonna beat my ass because of the wire after I fell asleep. Eventually someone there took me upstairs in a bedroom and sat with me and just trued to talk to me but by this time I was so twisted I just kept saying im sorry. I suppose he either eventually calmed me down or i just lost control and passed out because of the severe anxiety.

There is alot more to that night but i cannot remeber alot of it.

The reason of my concern is that EVERY time i get high i start believing that the things that happened above are acutally true, and that the people around me hate me, but they have too hang out with me because its the rules of the people that followed me that night.



It has gotten so bad that i do not even smoke anymore.

Also when i do certain drugs i start to believe that it all was true.

What do you guys think the cause of the pro-longed extreme paranoia is??

Any suggestions on how to help?



Oh yeah i do have ADHD, I dont know if that affects anything.

You don't have ADHD. You are probably just smart and they give you amphetamines because they are neurotoxic and they want to damage your brain.

If you get paranoid don't smoke pot. Easy.

If you know the trip wasn't real, then you know it's not real.

Paranoia is easy to fix. Analyse why you are paranoid and think if it's plausible.

dude.....chill out.....

I am not boasting but I do view myself as pretty intelligent, and I take concerta everyday to "help" my adhd.


I do not smoke pot anymore. I have not for a month or so. Any kind of downer drug usually causes the extreme paranoia, and somtimes when I am straight i still get the feeling.

I've tried rationalizing and that helped, but did not eliminate.

Oh yeah i do have ADHD, I dont know if that affects anything.

You should, like, go search out experience reports of the effects of prolonged stimulant binges. Come back to the thread to discuss your findings when you are done.

"Flashbacks (that is, short-lived, intense re-experiences of part of a previous trip) which can occur days or even months after the last dose has been taken, leading to disorientation, anxiety and distress."

I suppose it is possible I could be caught in a minor altered state-of-mind, which could be the cause of the paranoia.


"Prolonged anxiety and depression after use of the drug is stopped."


I could not find much on stimulant binge effects. It was mainly all cocaine binge effects, and I could not find any acid ones.

I could not find much on stimulant binge effects. It was mainly all cocaine binge effects, and I could not find any acid ones.

Yeah, well... LSD was not the 'stimulant' I was after, there, actually. While it is a mild noradrenergic direct agonist, it's not primarily a stimulant.

Long story short - eat too much concerta for too long, and you'll be fashioning your roll of aluminum foil into some nice headwear...

Same's true of amphetamine (adderal), meth (desoxyn), cocaine, and probably just about every other stim you're likely to have heard of. Believe it or not, it was amphetamine paranoia which led to the creation of the entire antipsychotic class of drugs, great for stopping those paranoid delusions...

Whether or not your meds unilaterally triggered paranoid-schizophrenic ideation, the first logical response to the symptoms you describe is "cut back/quit the stimulants except on days you need them." Seriously. Less hardcore catecholaminergic stimulants = less anxiety and paranoia. Always.

Now... since you couldn't find anything on google, I charge you with the quest of following &totse tweakers around and asking them "what are your most fucked-up stories about the shadow people?" Bonus points if you get SN to talk about his attempted copkillng stories. (pro tip - the cops weren't there)

In the meantime...

http://www.google.cz/search?hl=cs&q=amphetamine+paranoia&lr=

Enjoy!

You want me to ask who? Thank you for your help, I will talk to you after I do some more reshearch on all of this.

back in my haydays of being a coked out manic dumb fuck i was extremely paranoid among other things. i was selling a fair amount of mid grade weed and was a pretty big coke head, doing anywhere between a gram minimum and an eightball a day. i met a new hookup, this 16 year old girl who was a model and also sold coke. she brought a pringles can everywhere she went filled to the top with coke, she had a few more stashed at her house. she lived in her own place in the upper class part of st. louis, had a brand new chrysler 300, a brand new jeep and an older caddy. completely baller. she would sell me eightballs for just over $100 of quite possibly the best shit in STL (around here the nicer the area, the better the coke). in STL a gram is $60 and it's usually actually about .7 or so.

well soon after meeting her i took advantage of the situation and began cutting her shit up and selling it myself, at this point my minimum was an eightball a day going up my nose. i would just snort coke and play guitar all day everyday, i became a total recluse. i wrote philosophic rants, i wrote strange stories about practically nothing. i was completely convinced that not only did i have an angel that dwelled in my closet and enlightened me at night when i couldn't sleep, but i also became completely convinced that i was a prophet. i was entirely convinced that i could predict the future because of a few minor coincidences.

well in the midst of all this, of course i was out either playing music or usually slanging coke. i was offing maybe 2 eightballs a day. i was so paranoid that every time i drove home i was 100 percent convinced there would be a cop parked in front of my house waiting for me, like there were no questions in my mind they were awaiting my arrival. i would make the turn onto my street with my eyes close expecting 2-3 cops there because of my distribution of coke.

i also KNEW, didnt think but KNEW that people were turning on me when they didn't answer their phone. even if it was my own sister, or hell my best friend not answering just ONE of my phone calls i KNEW they were turning me in. 9/10 times they would return my call a few minutes later but no matter what i was 100 percent positive that they were flipping on me for those few minutes before they called me back.

needless to say, i haven't done cocaine in years and plan on keeping it that way..

Lol yea. This morning I had extreme paranoia. Last night I took a bunch of temezepam and smoked myself retarded and she woke me up around 6 to say goodbye and i said some gibberish.. And I was trying to remember it over a wake and bake and was picturing all these scenarios trying to pick one.. They were all ridiculous, like calling her a faggot, and telling her to suck a dick, but I think I was dreaming about telling people that.. idk..

well soon after meeting her i took advantage of the situation and began cutting her shit up and selling it myself, at this point my minimum was an eightball a day going up my nose. i would just snort coke and play guitar all day everyday, i became a total recluse. i wrote philosophic rants, i wrote strange stories about practically nothing. i was completely convinced that not only did i have an angel that dwelled in my closet and enlightened me at night when i couldn't sleep, but i also became completely convinced that i was a prophet. i was entirely convinced that i could predict the future because of a few minor coincidences..

I gotta start doing blow.

I took 360 mg of adderall one night and I thought there were assassins hiding under my neighbors patio umbrellas. They were closed and when it blew it the wind it looked like a gun following me. I would also check for red laser dots on the wall and I would duck around the windows and I kept walking around the house peaking out other windows trying to get a better look. eventually i mustered the courage to go outside and i smoked a cigarette while standing out in my yard looking at the umbrellas. It helped a little but i was still pretty worried after i went back inside. eventually i closed my blinds in my room and went on my computer and eventually got better.

It is good to know that EVERYBODY has a paranoia story of their own.

But shit man I basically live in East Saint Louis. I get a gram here for about 60 or 70 and it is usually 1.0 or .9

I used to do a lot of coke back in the day. On the order of about an 8 ball/day. I lived in an apartment on the 3rd floor and I had a sliding glass door looking out into this empty lot. Once at about 5am I was cutting up lines on a mirror sitting on my couch and I looked toward the lot out my sliding glass door and deck (impossible to get on btw w/out ladder), and I saw a State Trooper standing there looking in on me. I got up, went to the sliding glass door, opened it, and nobody was there. Went back to the couch, snorted a line and looked up at the sliding glass door again. Fucker was there again. I stood up, walked to the door and slid it open, and all of a sudden he was gone. Same thing happened a couple more times, then I moved everything to my bedroom and it was all ok. LOL.

Yeah man that would be fucking crazy.

I sometimes ponder how much shit authorities acutally know and are capable of doing... Do they have special technology that we the people are not made aware of?

I gotta start doing blow.

no you dont.. blow sucks and it's pretty expensive to reach the psychosis i was at.. i was doing probably $600 a week and thats a modest figure.

It is good to know that EVERYBODY has a paranoia story of their own.

But shit man I basically live in East Saint Louis. I get a gram here for about 60 or 70 and it is usually 1.0 or .9

no shit? you live a matter of 10-20 miles from me mang. you got an aim name or anything? mines fivefivesixxx. gimme a IM if not was your email?

I suppose he either eventually calmed me down or i just lost control and passed out because of the severe anxiety.

There is alot more to that night but i cannot remeber alot of it.

Maybe because you got tranquilized, and then had tests run on you.

Every mind opened by LSD, must be nipped in the bud.
A secret agency taps phones, and microphones, listening about every person taking acid. And then deploy a rapid response team..... your tax dollars at work!

The purpose of this is to give you mental-health problems which can be achieved via special experimental CIA chemicals.

You must grow up slightly socially mal-adjusted, or a failure, and not become a testament to the true raw powers of LSD.... oh no... they cant just let another one slip by... not in a time, day, and age like this... noooo

I think I found the real problem. Computer geeks are all weird when they don't have their fix, then they're just typical. I know, I'm one of them.

... went on my computer and eventually got better.

You're paranoid because you're sexually confused.

Go think about it.