cops barged in while I shaved my butt in meth psychosis the other day.

I bought 2.1g of crystal meth the other day. Between dropping, spilling and losing in general, I'd say between 1.5g and 1.7g of it made it into my arm. This was in a 72+ hour time span.

I was in my MOM'S FUCKING HOUSE (alone) and I (successfully) used large repetitive intravenous doses of methamphetamine to get through my heroin withdrawals.

At about the 3 day mark, I plunged into a full blown psychosis, experiencing THE MOST INTENSE tactile hallucinations I had ever felt. Like I could SEE THE BUGS, and I could FEEL THE COCKSUCKERS.

They were fucking THERE.

So I message my mom, who is out of town working, and who has a nicer, bigger place than myself which is far more comfortable to both tweak and withdraw in. (Hence why I'm at her place, and not my own.) I tell her "yo you've got some sort of infestation, there's bugs all over the fucking place."

Biiiiiiiiig mistake.

I was literally twitching uncontrollably again and again and again for HOURS flinching from these bug bites all over my body. It was exhausting.

pro tip masturbating during delusional parasitosis is FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE.

Stop trying. Don't even bother.

I'm a 22 y/o man, a junkie, a father, an ex-con, and an all out filthy, disease ridden scumbag. I DO NOT shave my fucking asshole. I'm not a faggot.

So this experience, having to mirror up, homo squat, and run a buzzing metal object over my FUCKING ASSHOLE while BUGS CRAWLED ALL OVER IT AND BIT ME was a weeeeee bit fucking traumatic.

To top it off, my mom sensed the "psycho" in my message, and sent THE FUCKING POLICE to do a WELLNESS CHECK.

This is her house, remember.

So the "show me the warrant or suck my jibbed up dick" card was VOID.

She GAVE THEM PERMISSION TO ENTER THE RESIDENCE, WITHOUT WARNING OR NOTIFYING ME.

So I'm butt naked, high as FUCKING SHIT, bent over a mirror, clippers in hand going at it when a key enters the door, twists, cracks the door ajar and I heard "MY CITY POLICE !!! u/jessejib ARE YOU OK?"

We make eye contact, and I'm like "WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?!?"

No knock? No communication attempt? NO WARRANT!?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!

So OBVIOUSLY, I tell them to get the fuck out, and they then inform me that I have NO FUCKING SAY, because the homeowner gave entry consent.

Then they notice the needles... Holy fuck, the needles. Just EVERYWHERE. AND MY BLOOD !!!

I forgot about that shit. I literally sliced the tip (above the nail, not the whole fucking thing) of my finger off when I twitched from a bug bite while using a knife, and it SQUIRTED blood EVERYWHERE for 15-20 minutes straight.

It was SOOOOOO FUCKED UP.

So they took me to the hospital, obviously, and placed me under lockdown, 24/7 supervision (like "a guy staring at you through the window at all times" time shit) and told the doctors to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me.

I'm informed that I cannot leave, I cannot smoke, I cannot communicate with anyone, I cannot retain basic human privacy when urinating or defecating, the whole shebang.

My body was covered in marks from scratching the fucking bugs, so they were like "holy fuck, he's intentionally mutilating himself."

LUCKILY, when the doctor finally arrived, we made eye contact and immediately recognized each other, greeting one another by name.

After a 1-2 minute questionnaire, he turned to the cops and said "I'm taking him off hold, and discharging him immediately, I have worked with u/jessejib in the past, he is not suicidal, he is just terribly self destructive because of his intravenous drug addiction."

He gave me a benzo, and a sleeper and paid for my cab ride home (to my own apartment, mum's a little hesitant obviously.)

I had saved one last shot of meth at my apartment, so I took the benzo, was relieved of my creepy, crawly critters, smashed a fat shard and FINALLY jerked off into godhood, rolled over and passed out.

What a fucking shitshow. Take it easy, r/stims. Happy tweaking.