Why I Never Did Hard Drugs

“Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and your self-respect and everything that goes along with your self-esteem.” – Kurt Cobain I grew up in a close-knit, fairly religious family where children were seen and not heard, where mealtime meant everyone sat down together and exchanged pleasantries while enjoying the prepared-at-home repasts, complete with dessert. There was no distraction, either from television or radio, and the telephone ringing was a rare occurrence, quickly dispatched once the caller learned we were eating. In fact, nothing was so urgent back then. It was, indeed, a peaceful, happy time in my life. Fast forward to the 1960s and the emergence of freewheeling drugs, flower children, hippies, communes, protests against the Viet Nam war and civil rights disturbances all across America, yet I somehow managed to skirt the edges of all the drug frenzy that swept the country. Nowhere was this more evident than the Haight-Ashbury district in San Francisco, a place I visited in the 1970s and it was still the bastion of free love, getting high and copping out of society. Not for me, though. The thought of losing myself to mind-blowing LSD, tripping out on magic mushrooms, or getting instant euphoria from sniffing cocaine or injecting heroin into my veins was never even considered. That doesn’t mean, though, that the pressure from so-called friends didn’t exist, for it did. Sometimes, the threat was more than gentle, as party-goers were known to...
Source: Psych Central - Category: Psychiatry Authors: Tags: Addictions Substance Abuse Alcoholism Drug Abuse Opioid Addiction Source Type: news