awful first time drug experience with edibles

(18f) hello!! this is my first post here, and on reddit in general. this trip happened a little over a year ago (i was 17 at the time), but now that the trauma of it has kinda blown over i wanted to share about it. my trip story is nowhere near as bad as others but it really shook me (even though now i do smoke weed more frequently, no edibles though).

it all started when i was coming home from a football game at school, it was pretty late, around 9:30 and my dad dropped me off at my aunts house because i knew my cousins would be there (lets call the cousins layla and john) i arrived at the house and my cousins were already sitting on the couch, layla had already eaten some of the edible (it was one gummy, i dont remember the dose but i remember the bag said “high potency”) layla was not high yet so i assumed she had just taken it, john held it out to me and asked if i wanted to try. me being stupid but also not wanting to be the only sober one, i agreed and took quite a large piece. i remember when i ate the large piece john kinda looked shocked, yet he didnt say anything.

it was now around 10-10:05 and with it being my first time doing any type of drug, i had no clue when it was supposed to kick in but i randomly felt paranoid, so i went and forced myself to throw up thinking it would cancel the upcoming trip (boy, was i wrong). john was an avid weed smoker and he was already high from smoking but was also waiting for the edible to kick in, then it hit layla randomly.

she fell out on the floor laughing, talking nonsense. i laughed because it was funny and she seemed fine generally, she eventually got up and started eating, savagely though, stuffing her mouth with food, drooling and moaning on about how delicious it was, and then she eventually fell asleep, not getting up again the rest of the night (which worried me slightly but she was perfectly fine). it was 10:45 by this point, layla was sleeping, and john was just… sitting and staring, occasionally walking around but not speaking or interacting with me, i still wasnt feeling anything so i figured it just wouldnt work because it was my first time or something. since both cousins were no longer my source of entertainment, i decided to go on omegle (rip).

i talked to this guy on there for a bit, he was really strange but enjoyable to talk with, i eventually added him on socials and thats when our chat began to take a turn. i told him that i had just had an edible but it wasnt working, and in response, he began to send these strange symbols to me. they terrified me, i could hear my heart beating out of my chest and my mouth started to dry up. it didnt register to me that the edible had kicked in that moment, but he continued to send them until i asked him to stop. he stopped but turned the chat sexual, asking me to send pictures of my body, in which i did, without hesitation which was completely out of my character, but for some reason i was VICIOUSLY horny, almost painfully. he then started up with the symbols again, only this time he said “touch yourself while looking at this for a surprise ;)” i was slightly weirded out but, again i did it without hesitation. he stopped responding to me after he said that, i assumed he was jacking off or something, but i got bored of you know, pleasuring myself, so i went to get up but realized, i was paralyzed.

i started freaking out, again hearing my heart beating loudly and quickly, i then felt 2 extremely large, clawed hands gripping my lower back, and i felt like i was being penetrated by something insanely large, and burning hot. there was absolutely nothing there but i felt every single bit of it, it pulled my hair, pulled at my mouth, and choked me as it raped me, it felt like a fire was going throughout my body, as it was happening i hallucinated my aunt coming out of the room, snickering, and going back in her room and slamming the door. i called out her name for help (at least i imagined i did) but it continued. as it continued for what felt like hours (though when i looked at the time only 20 minutes had passed, it started to feel good and i kid you not, i had over 16 orgasms, and urinated on myself. (i was a complete virgin at this point, yet it felt so realistic). it eventually stopped, i was let up by the imaginary hands and paralysis, and i immediately stood up, and looked around before going back on my phone.

i texted the guy “what the fuck did you do?” repeatedly, he eventually responded with “did you like it :) ?” and that made my head fucking spin. did this guy just hex me? did he just somehow have sex with me “astrally”?? i was about to ask him again what he had done but then i saw i had been completely blocked (i would later check my phone to see that the chats and even the account were completely gone, yet im sure he and our conversations were completely real, i even found the exact symbols he had sent, which were called sigils.) anyway, by the time that whole thing happened, i’d say it was around 11:15 by this point. i somehow had completely dismissed the fact that, that whole thing happened and was now feeling tingly everywhere, specifically my feet and hands. it felt like every time i brushed my feet or hands against the carpet i was having an orgasm through them (hard to explain, sorry), this was the best i felt the whole time, i was sensitive everywhere, and felt like i was even levitating for a bit, it was peaceful.

i thought i heard my mom and younger sister walk into the house, my sister asked for a glass of milk, so i walked to the kitchen, poured milk for her (later turned out to be orange juice) and as i went to hand it to her, she and my mom disappeared. i remember saying, what the fuck? out loud, and i walked back to the couch, where i continued to hallucinate my little sister asking me for milk, which i ignored due to the fact that i now was hearing EVERY little sound. every drip of water that came from a faucet, every creak of the house, every tick of the clock, every distinct sound i could hear it x5, it freaked me out so bad that i decided to just cover my ears. i had completely forgot about john, who randomly came from outside, i had no idea he had even left the house, he came in silently and i called his name repeatedly, because i wanted to tell him what had just happened to me but the second he got to the couch, he fell asleep.

i felt helpless and alone now, the house was quiet with everyone being asleep, which made me more paranoid, and a few more scary images popped into my mind, and a few whispers spooked me, but i eventually fell asleep, at 2am or so. my sleep was completely dreamless, i awoke again at 7am, i was sprawled out on the floor, both of my hands were down my pants, and i realized i was laying in my own pee. i scrambled to get up, still slightly high and sensitive, and grabbed cleaning supplies to clean up my…mess and then bathed, before everyone had woken up around 9 or 10.

my body was incredibly sore, especially my lower back which scared me, i started to believe i was seriously raped by someone in the house but that was luckily not the case. i told layla and john about everything that happened, and they said they didn’t hear me make any kind of noise that whole night, and john recalls seeing me rubbing my body all over the carpet (yknow how cats kinda rub their body against you when they want to be pet? like that basically). a few days pass and somehow the high still hadn’t worn off, but i completely freaked myself out by convincing myself that i could be pregnant with the baby of the devil (that’s who i concluded had sex with me the night i was high). i started to develop pregnancy symptoms, and i was terrified. i couldn’t possibly tell my parents “hey, i think im pregnant with the child of satan”

so i went online and tried contacting priests, real catholic priests, which i eventually talked to one. he told me that i needed to get an exorcism and start praying and all of this stuff. i believed it completely and was arranging myself to go and get one (i never followed through with the plans though.) the hallucinations were gone, but i was now paranoid and dealing with the symptoms of pregnancy, which my parents eventually caught on to and they had me taken to the hospital. knowing my parents would surely be mad, i asked if they could leave the room while i explained my trip as if it were a vivid nightmare to the doctor, and my pregnancy symptoms and paranoia that followed with it, i was then diagnosed with pseusocyesis, in which i received medicinal treatment and therapy for. welp, that concludes the trip!! quite a long read, im aware, but i thought id share it because lately, i’ve developed delusions and hallucinations, and im soon being screened for schizophrenia, which does unfortunately run in my family and i somehow feel like this could be linked to it in a way.