I was fucking lucky. I was 13-14. Went through some traumatic medical shit. Got big ass prescriptions of oxycotin after leaving the hospital. Used them as scheduled, one particularly rough day I doubled it.
Nothing has felt nearly as good since, ever. It wasn't even helpful with the pain. After my script ran out, I was just ready to get back to school, and somehow never started to try and get more.
If it happened as an adult? Fuck, I would have been a junkie so fast. When I was 13-14 I didn't have the same stress levels as now. These companies were cruel and don't deserve to exist. The people involved aren't jailed because wealth.
I'll be honest, sometimes it will get so bad that I play the whole "what happens if I end up in grippy socks and they ask if I want to get better?" Scenario and I sit there and think, you know I don't really want to get better, because it would be denying my own strengths.
I recently discussed with someone about how impossible it is for me to not analyze all information and reason certain possible scenarios. The fact that some people can just not analyze everything is so strange to me, even realizing that the analysis is part of the problem.
The only thing I know is that a few drugs temporarily turn it off. And that scares me knowing that happens but we don't know why.