I'm a former PCP addict. It's been almost a decade since I've had any but I still feel lasting effects of smoking silver bullets including, but not limited to: brain fog, short term memory loss, mood swings, paranoia, and general feelings of detachment and emptiness. I began at the age of fifteen and stopped at eighteen. I still don't know how I managed to "achieve" a high school diploma; I barely existed at school.
I was sexually abused by two of my cousins as a child and my abuse was swept under the rug when I came forward. I remember being told that DSS would take me away from my mother if I wouldn't take back what I said (keep in mind, I was four years old the first time this happened. At that age, one has no ability to rationalize these kinds of scenarios). I remember my mother blaming my father leaving porn magazines laying around. I rarely saw my father the first few years after they got divorced and my first memories of sexual knowledge did not come from looking at a magazine. I remember specifically being told NOT to tell my father when/if I saw him. What I do not remember is the therapy my mother supposedly sent me to (which of course, proved that I was not molested! Hooray! She isn't a failure of a parent after all, right? Because the therapy sessions--lack thereof, just so we don't get lost here--should also exist to vindicate her of any possible wrongdoing, right?).
This is part of my story.