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People Tell Us About the Worst Times Their Parents Caught Them High

Kids just aren’t getting high like they used to. Drug use among young people is trending downward according to a 2016 survey of high school seniors. Teens are even staying away from cannabis for the most part, despite ever-increasing support for legalization of the plant around the nation.

Drug experimentation is, of course, as much a part of the coming-of-age story Pantheon as losing one’s virginity or getting arrested. To think that so many in the younger generations may not experience the formative swirl of emotions that comes from a distraught parent screaming into their barely-able-to-stay-open eyes is a small tragedy.

With that in mind, we asked people to tell us their stories of a parent catching them high on something. Best to catalog these tales before they’re as extinct as the Quaalude.

I once got busted smoking pot while sitting in a bathtub full of hot water. The smell was clearly seeping out from under the door, and when my dad peeked his head in to check on the situation, I made a big fuss about my privacy and yelled “IT’S STEAAAMMMM!” He left me to finish my bath, but I got grounded later anyway as I’d had a bowl in full sight on the side of the tub anyway.
– Amir, 30

I came home from smoking weed with my friends to find my family setting up for dinner. I’m really bad at playing it cool when I’m high, so I was already fairly sure that my parents knew I was fuckin’ bleezed. We sat down, and it felt like psychological warfare. I blew the lid on myself when I commented, “This chicken is great, mom.” I was eating a pork chop.
– Jay, 23

I was downstairs in the basement with a couple of friends, and we were ripping three bongs in rotation. After about an hour, we hear my grandmother coming down the stairs as slow as can be. We hide the bongs, she walks up to us, asks us if we smell anything funny, we said no, she said it smells like burning leaves coming up through the vents. I told her, I think the neighbors might be burning some leaves outside. She said, “You are probably right,” then she moseyed up the stairs.

An hour more of bong rips goes by, and she starts down the stairs again; she comes over to us and asks, “Are you sure there aren’t leaves on fire in the furnace?” All of us started laughing hysterically. I told her it wasn’t possible so she then asks, “Well, do you want to go to [local diner] Dinos?” I say yes. At Dinos, she looks at me as I’m grinning like a fool and says “Hun, what is wrong with your eyes? They are so red.” “I’m just so tired, Grandma,” I tell her. “I need sleep after this meal.” Once we’re home, I go back downstairs to wind down, and all of a sudden, I hear grandma from upstairs have an out loud epiphany, laughing, “Judas Priest! You boys were smoking reefer! Can’t fool me!”
– Jake, 30

I was like 19 and was still being a bum and living at home with my mom. Three friends and I were up in my room, and we decided to go for a burn ride.

We pile into the car and are about to go when we realize the guy that was about to leave in his own care had all the bud. We call his phone, tell him to wait so we can get the stuff from him. He, very unstealthily, gets out of his car that was right in front of us, and nonchalantly strolls over with the bag and hands it to us. We go for a ride, smoke a few bowls, all is well in the universe.

About 30 minutes later, my mom calls me and tells me to get the fuck home right now. I panic a little bit because I’m extremely baked. I’ve been stoned in front of her before and played it off well; this time will be no different I tell myself.

I get home, and she’s standing there with a pee cup. My mom works at the laboratory at the local hospital. Shit. I put up a fight, tell her I’m fine. She says she saw my buddy drop off a bag of something, and if I wasn’t high, I had nothing to worry about. I piss in the cup and crash at my buddy’s place. Fast-forward to the next day. Test results are in. The verdict was that I was indeed high as shit. THC levels were several orders of magnitude over the norm. No other drugs in my system. She was a little pissed, but I think she was secretly glad that there was nothing else in my urine.
– Mike, 30

I was 15 when I tried DXM for the first time. My friends all took 16 of 30 milligram triple Cs, so that’s what I ended up taking too. A few hours later, I’m tripping hard and just sprawled out on my bed having a total out of body experience.

A shoe on the bedroom floor caught my eye, and I hallucinated it as one of the world warp pipes from Mario. Thinking that this pipe would transport me to another zone, I stood up on my bed and attempted to swan dive into it, resulting in an enormous thud that shook the entire house. My mom screamed “WHAT WAS THAT?!” from downstairs. I was scared of getting found out at this point, so I jumped back into bed and pulled the covers up, pretending to sleep. After getting no response from me, my mom bolted upstairs to check the situation. She came into my room, and I played asleep a while longer before she finally shook me, forcing me to look her in the eye. Immediately, she could tell I was beyond fucked up and started crying hysterically, saying, “Your eyes are so big! You don’t even look like my son anymore!” So much shame washed over me in that moment. I felt like the biggest piece of shit on earth for putting my poor mom through that.
– Matthew, 23

I was caught smoking pot in my room with a friend on Christmas Eve. My parents came home from mass, and I must have miscalculated because we were straight up cloud city in my room. They were planning on taking a cruise over the holiday. They said they couldn’t trust me at home (obviously true). So, they bought me a ticket for their watery adventure. I, the little devil that I was, smuggled a bag of shrooms with me to help me get through the sea escapade. One night, when I thought I would be safe for enough hours, I ate the bag. It was a magical experience. The moon reflecting on the ocean waves was very trippy, and being alone on a ship filled with people was too. The only issue was that some of those people were my parents, who I ran into by accident. While we were hanging out, someone put a stuffed parrot on my shoulder. I was startled and looked up to see a pirate man smiling above me. Someone snapped a photo. And that moment was forever commemorated. My parents still have that photo.
– Diego, 32

Getting busted by mom and pop sucks in the moment, but at least it can make for a funny story later.

Is this an overeaction by my parents or do I deserve this?

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I’m going to be a senior at a local high school and I have a 3.73 GPA, work 4-6 days a week in the summer, do my own landscaping on the side, never been pink slipped (aka reprimanded in HS) and have a paper route. I run track and cross country and lift in my free time. I am fairly popular and get along with almost everyone I go to school with. Here’s the meat of the story, about 4 months ago, I tried smoking weed (and enjoyed it a little too much) and it was unknown between my dad mom and step dad until about 4 weeks ago. Four weeks ago, my dad entered my car and found a bag of paraphemia (a pipe, blunt wraps, herbal vaporizer, about $15 worth of bud and *sigh* a scale). I know the scale is bad and I would be mad at my kid too for having that but it was a good deal I got at the head shop and I just made a dumb decision of keeping it in my car sometimes in the summer. As a result, my dad yelled the most at me in disgust and anger and they took away my car, phone and I couldn’t do anything for about 2 weeks. A little bit later, I started getting privileges back like I could go play basketball at a local park, have friends over, and go hang out with friends after work until 9 at the latest. Anyways, last week ago me and a buddy went and smoked weed in the woods before playing basketball and my dad seen my car at a local park and went into it and found a roach. He called me to the car and as a result, I’m grounded again. This time, he is talking to counselors, doctors, and therapists (who of course claim I’m killing myself) and my mom said there is talk I may go to a military school or boarding school and that I may not be able to live on campus next year! I’m not some troubled dumb bone headed kid, I’m just some goofy white suburban kid who enjoys getting high (pot is the only drug I have ever done and ever think about) when my work and school work is done. To be clear, I would never bring paraphemia or weed to school and this is about the only “real trouble” I have been in as a “kid” other than being a bit of a mischief as a middle child growing up here and there around the house. My dad is a high school teacher who claims weed will make me VERY dumb, I will/if not am some troubled kid that is on drugs, and very lazy (I also think he is afraid of the image but doesn’t admit it). He doesn’t realize how harmless, common, and how “taking everything away†doesn’t usually solve the problem (although it will for me because I don’t want to be sent to military school). An ironic part of the story is my mom admitted to smoking a few times a year (which I don’t hold against her obviously) and my step-dad who is probably the most “sane” in the situation but doesn’t hold much weight is an ex-grower. Any help is appreciated!
Edit- A week has gone by since I orginally typed this and my consquence is not being able to do anything for the next few weeks and I will be periodically drug tested for a long time and if I fail a test, my car (which I paid/pay for, sigh) will be sold (and that is how I get my landscaping done!).

You deserve it. If you can’t do the time don’t do the crime.

Is this an overeaction by my parents or do I deserve this? Report Thread User Options I’m going to be a senior at a local high school and I have a 3.73 GPA, work 4-6 days a week in the