Name: Mandi
City, State: Red Deer, Alberta
Date: October 31, 2002

Comments:

I'm a 20 year old college student from a small town. My close friends and I like to party but we aren't hardcore by any means. We drink, but no one is into drugs. One night this October a bunch of us went out. We were celebrating a buddy's birthday, so there was a lot of drinking done.

It was around 1am and I had been drinking since 6:30 that evening when I bumped into my best friend. We hung out together and ended up meeting up with some guys that I've known since I was a kid. We went to his place and did some shots. Little did I know that the shot wasn't alcohol it was GHB.

He never told me. We got in his car to go back out again. Him and his buddies had it in a normal alcohol bottle and were passing it around, so I took a huge swig. He still didn't tell me what I had done.

I woke up around 10:30 that morning with my arms tied down, tubes coming out of my all over my body, unable to talk because I was on a respirator. My mom and little sister standing over me crying.

I had passed out in the bathroom at the bar. The bouncer carried me out and put me on the cold ground(I live in Canada). Everyone was trying to convince my friend to take me home and that I would sleep it off. Luckily a cop drove by and called an ambulance. By the time I arrived at the hospital, my heart had slowed to around 50 beats per minute and my body temp was under 30C. I stopped breathing on my own, I had no reaction to any pain or reflex therapy. I remained this way for 7hours. They pumped my stomach and filled it with charcoal to soak the GHB up. Once I was conscience I threw up for nearly a full day. Before the doctor let me go he asked me if I was suicidal, which to anyone who knows me is a joke. I have an incredible zest for life. He told me my blood/alcohol level was .54, 7 times the legal limit in Canada. He also let me know that I was 20 minutes from dying that night.

It's the strangest feeling losing seven hours of my life and knowing that I'm lucky to have only lost that much. It makes me so angry for so many reasons. For one, I value my body more than a lot of things in life. I am going to school to become a PE teacher, I've always been very active and I never had things to my body. I have never smoked, don't do drugs and avoid over the counter medicine. Another thing that really bothers me is that the idiot I got this drugs from didn't tell me. I have known him since elementary school and we were friends. We have been close for years. Not only did he give them to me, he allowed me to take over 3ounces and never tried to help. He lied to the ambulance staff. When I was in critical condition my mom called him and he lied to her. This drug doesn't only do your body damage but it turns one into a low life. The last part that I hate about this happening is that my mom, sister, family, close friends had to sit through it. Why people choose to do this drug is beyond me. I wish there was a way I could help inform people on the danger of this drug.

Please keep it up with this site. It's incredible and I only wish more people knew about it and took the time to care.

Name: Anonymous
City, State: Danville/CA
Date: October 17, 2002

Comments:

I fell in love with GHB the first time I tried it which was at a party with close friends.

From that point on, I didn't seek it but if it was around, I was first in line.

During this past year, it has become more prevalent, at least among the people I have been partying with. I had a simple schoolgirl's crush on a certain guy who Always seemed to have it. He and I would take it together until it became almost ritualistic thus, Further enhancing the intensity between us. It didn't even occur to me to question the fact that we were on drugs each time we got together. There were no side effects, just complete euphoria.

In my mind, he and I had a magical connection. I was well aware that he always had it and went out all the time usually to be surrounded by girls who adored him. I didn't care because nothing could match our intensity. I convinced myself that, if by chance he was a complete scammer, I would just live for the moment while with him.

My chemically induced attitude reminded me that I didn't want to be in a relationship with a drug addict and seller anyway. I was careful and never mixed it with alcohol so I figured I'd be o.k. as long as I didn't do it too often.

Anyway, the other night I took 3 capfuls in the period of an hour with the same guy. It was amazing as usual. Then the feeling began to wear off and I went to sleep. Within 10 minutes I was going into convulsions, trems deliriums, and hallucinating. I just couldn't figure out what was happening to me or why, only that I couldn't control my legs from flailing around the room. At one point I thought I was being possessed by the devil. I was absolutely sure I was going to die, I just didn't know how long I had.

Thankfully my friend insisted on taking me to the hospital despite the adamant objection from whom by now I considered my soulmate. Without warning, our intense connection boiled down to this: he didn't want to be related to the incident in any way because he feared being busted for dealing. Saving my life wasn't worth the drug charges he would have faced which, by the way, were a figment of his paranoia because I never would have exposed him. I adored him, not to mention; it's not common practice for the doctor to ask his patient who sells the drugs.

When I arrived at the hospital, I was a seconds from death. Today I went to an addiction specialist who has been researching GHB for years. He said that he was surprised/shocked/amazed that I survived, because he has studied countless cases in which my very symptoms have, without exception, led to death.. By sharing my personal experience, I hope to illustrate the danger of GHB on two levels. First, and at best, GHB loosens one's inhibitions which like many drugs can result in humiliation, heartbreak, regrets, STDs etc. At worst, GHB can and often does cause death. Each dose is unpredictable making it's consumption very much like Russian Roulette.

Most users are aware of its seductive powers, but until the other night, I never would have imagined that the true intensity lies in its ramifications.

There are some specialists offering treatment but the medical community as a whole is pretty clueless. I believe that there is a dire need for education and recovery assistance. I hope that my story will reach a few of you who, like me, thought you were just having an amazing time, risk free because of moderation and small dosages.

Name: Tina
City, State: Nova Scotia, Canada
Date: October 17, 2002

Comments:

This really interests me because when I was 14 I went to a party with all my so called friends. I had a small glass of wine and the next thing I remember I woke up puking and I had a guy I knew for years pulling me back on to the bed and kissing me. I then passed out again and when I woke again it was morning. I thought it had all been a bad dream but my underwear was riped and my butt hurt very badly. All my girlfriends that I went to the party with were there, they had left me there all by my self. There was at least 7 guys I beleave had there fun with me. They were all over the age of 20. That night I don't know what really happened, but I have a pretty good idea. So I have to live with the questions for the rest of my life. I am now 26 years old and I think of all the girls out there that are just as trusting as I once was and the pain they'll have to go through.

ONLY TRUST YOURSELF