Drug addicts/People who use drugs are probably the last marginalized social category that it’s totally OK to treat like shit. There’s a movement to promote drug users’ humanity and advocate for our civil rights (things like safe injection sites, safe supply, ending the War on Drugs), which is still in its very early infancy; if you’re interested, a good place to start is looking up the Vancouver Area Network of Drug Users (VANDU), and its associated org, the Drug Users’ Liberation Front (DULF). “Harm reduction” is a keyword that’s heavily associated with our movement.

It’s a rare sight, a drug addict (in “active addiction”) speaking for themselves and for their community (yes, community). I’m not ashamed of my drug use. I have never scammed anyone for drugs. I have never stolen from anyone. And in contrast to how jaded this world leaves most of us who do dope in the shadows, I have met the closest friends and the most awesome people I’ve met in my entire life since I started doing drugs. I’m going to rehab soon (I guess), but I don’t intend to leave this world behind all the way. These are my friends. These are my people. o7

Anyways…

Yeah ask me anything. Some questions I may respectfully pass on because of reasons.

I’m calling the rehab place tomorrow, technically today, btw.

  • allthetimesivedied [they/them, she/her]@hexbear.net
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    10 months ago

    Ironically someone who’s been addicted to meth and heroin since they were 18, who I used to buy from, and who I met at our I guess then-mutual dealer’s place in June or July of 2021. I started losing my shit and fucking myself off and got obsessive and weird for them. They won’t talk to me anymore, and I know I have to do it for myself, and I do have reasons for wanting to do it unrelated to them (I’m embarrassed by the way I am on meth, and I’m basically going to fucking die if I don’t at least learn to be more responsible), but it’s very very hard to do anything for myself, even when it means like, whether I get to eat a decent meal today. The hope that maybe they’ll talk to me again if I get my shit together is the only faint light guiding me to the shore.