Experience:DPH 1,250+mg- Truck In The Pool

1,250+mg Diphenhydramine - Truck In The Pool

Substance(s): Diphenhydramine
Dose: 1,250+mg
Route of Administration: Oral

Subject

Age: 17
Sex: Male
Height: 182cm
Weight: 113kg/250lbs
Date: 06/2022
Location Georgia, United States

Background

At the time of this trip, I was in a very dark place. I had been diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder a couple years back, as well as ADHD and Generalized Anxiety Disorder. I had been having suicidal ideation for a few years at this point, but had only really became severe around 2020.

I had started smoking weed in 2019, before the pandemic. Once COVID hit, everything, including school shut down. Although I suffer from anxiety, I generally enjoy social interaction and tend to get depressed when I am alone for long periods of time. Once the pandemic hit, my mental health worsened dramatically. Over the next two years, I fell into a deep depression, and at some point decided to stop taking all of my medication except my vyvanse. ( I was on SSRIs for Depression, and an antipsychotic for mood problems, recently formally receiving a Bipolar I diagnosis. After being on so many medications it is hard to say which ones I was on specifically.) I started experimenting with LSD and Magic Mushrooms, but once I ran out, I started using Diphenhydramine out of desperation. My memory from Mid April-Early July 2022 is still fuzzy, but this is when my Diphenhydramine use ramped up very quickly, from 5 pills per dose to dozens.

Please, do not use Diphenhydramine. While you MAY have a good time, there’s a reason there’s so many DPH horror stories. Don’t just treat your body with care, treat your brain and mind with care.

Experience report

Unfortunately, I can only give times of day for this report. My memories from these couple days are especially foggy, as you would probably expect. Thank you for understanding.

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I remember it so vividly. I had cracked open my bottle of Diphenhydramine, which was filled with 50 25mg tablets. and poured the pink pills onto my computer desk. My initial dose was chosen to be forty-two 25mg pills, or. This number was only picked because, in my mind, It wasn’t the whole bottle, therefore “safer.”

Oh, how stupid I was.

Around 9pm- May 5, 2022

I took the 42 tablets and washed them down with some water.

About an hour later, my vision was fuzzy and dim, but somehow I didn’t seem to feel tired. I somehow didn't know that I was about to quickly descend into madness.

My room at the time was covered in posters, colorful lights, tapestries and banners. One of the banners I had was of a cartoon cat wearing a Goku looking outfit doing a karate move. The cat on the banner began to talk to me, and even though the cat was speaking gibberish, I was understanding him perfectly. Soon, I was no longer in my room, but sitting at what I would describe as a school cafeteria table, talking to the cartoon cat, who had sorta looked like the character from that awful horror movie ‘Smile’ but with a cat’s face features. Although this should have terrified me, in my head, this was just a normal conversation with an old pal. This is one of the last things I remember until the sun comes up.

Next day.

I was in my room, very paranoid about… just everything. I just felt super uneasy and scared. I checked my phone, and saw probably 5 or 6 texts from my mom. I didn’t understand what they said, but she was asking me something. At this point, I was clearly in full psychosis, because somehow I had convinced myself that I was sober, or didn't even know I had taken the drugs anymore and thought I was acting normal. I was not.

After growing paranoid and uneasy in my bedroom, II decided to go downstairs, where I heard my parents downstairs, sounding like they were whispering., Thinking I would be able to act sober in front of my parents.

I walk downstairs, and vaguely remember my Mom asking me something a couple times, but I didn't know what she was talking about. She seemed very, very concerned. I now know that she was asking me who it was that I was talking to and laughing at all night and all morning. I am assuming I was talking to the cat, or something like that. This was also what the late night texts were about, too.

I slowly walk into the kitchen where my dad is making some food. I walk over to the window and see something I will never forget.

We had a very nice backyard with an in-ground pool. I stare at the pool for a moment, and see a small black pickup truck drive up and out of the pool. I had no concept that this was not real, and became confused. I said to my Dad: “Hey, who’s that?” and I point to the truck. He walks over to me confused, asking where. I explain to him that there’s a pickup in the backyard. He looks at me horrified, saying “what? There’s nothing there!” I just stare blankly at him. He laughs nervously and says: “well. Time to go to the hospital.”

Next thing I know, we’re in the car. The only thing I remember vividly from the ride was my parents asking me what I took, and me saying that I didn’t take anything. They knew that I was on something, and also talked about whether or not I was having a psychotic break unrelated to drugs.

I don’t recall ever being given an IV at the hospital, but it’s possible that I forgot. I was just strapped down. I have no idea how I didn’t die, and the nurses and my parents concluded i was on shrooms(?) because I insisted I didn’t take anything. When I got home, I noticed that the bottle was now fully empty. I must have redosed at some point...

To this day, my parents do not know what I really took.

Please. Please. Do not fuck with DPH. It is not worth it. You will 99 times out of 100 have a bad time, and the higher the dose, the worse it gets. Trust me. I won’t ever take DPH again, even for allergies. I generally stay away from antihistamines in general, as the effect they give me reminds me of the beginning of a DPH trip. It gives me a horrible sense of dread.