Me: 18 y/o male 240 lbs Friend S: 18 y/0 male 180 lbs Friend C: 17 y/o male 150 lbs
This was the first and only time I’ve done DPH yet. This happened day after 4th of July this year. A few weeks before my friend Seth and I got drunk and he suggested tripping on Benadryl but I decided not to buy any that night and looked it up when I went home and sobered up, but I decided it was stupid and dysphoric so I didn’t wanna do it. But on this night I went out and drank with him, we had a pint of Steel Reserve 8.1% Malt Liquor each and he also stole a bottle of Chardonnay that he drank about half of and I had a couple sips. We picked up another friend, Corbin, and Seth went and stole a 6 pack of Jack Daniel Screwdrivers like 15% Malt in normal sized glass bottles and also 3 100 pill bottles of Benadryl, 25 mg each. Drunk I had completely forgotten any information about tripping on DPH and was too lazy to look up anything including dosing. So all three of us had our two drinks and downed the full bottles. Our drunk logic being that he had tripped on 900 mg last time and it was good, so a little more would be better, and 2500 wasn’t that much more than 900. Somehow. Stupid drunk logic. So we finished our drinks at the park, lit off some fireworks, blew up the toilets, and pulled off. As we were driving around the DPH started to come on. Corbin ended up passing out in the back seat. And Seth was asking me to take him to Kroger to steal more Alcohol. But I wasn’t feeling well so I decided to pull off to one of our hangout spots to try and feel the high out as I began tripping, as with other drugs. But this time it just kept getting worse and eventually at one point I felt the urge to take a piss, just randomly and really strongly. I opened the door to step out, but I didn’t make it. I ended up pissing my pants in the driver’s seat of my own car. At this point I realized oh shit, it’s one of these kinds of drugs, I gotta get the fuck home, if I at least get back to my house, my parents can help get the other two home. On the way back down the highway there was someone sitting in the middle of the turning lane and our mirrors collided and mine broke off and was holding on for dear life by the wires. Another car came up behind us and Seth and I highly assumed it was the people we just hit. But I was in no position to get out and give them information, all that was on my mind was to get home before I’m too far gone. I start speeding down back to my neighborhood and I end up missing the turn off the road into it. So I turn into another road and attempt to turn around, but I end up getting lost again and at one point hitting a curb and jumping up into the air. At one point my friend and I hear my dog talking from the back seat and we both turn around and ask him, “Markus, did you just say something?” And he looks us dead in the eyes and, in a very deep distinguished white American voice, says “Yes.” and nods. Seth and I look at each other and just scream “WHAT THE FUCK?!”. Eventually we end up in a cul-de-sac and I’m unable to turn my car around. At which point my other friend Corbin awakens in the back seat and we exit the vehicle. We start wandering around the people’s houses and doing some random shit that I don’t remember. It’s night time, but I can see less than usual and everything felt smaller in scale like my surroundings felt claustrophobic, even outside. Everyone has to piss a lot, but I still end up pissing my pants again. All three of us end up being aquatinted with the head of stone walk and fall into the ground 7 billion times with every step. I end up leaving my jacket in the car and my phone in someone’s yard and I end up separated from my friends. But before this I kept seeing my parents’ cars driving around and I thought I tried to get in them, but they weren’t because my parents didn’t know what was going on until the morning. So my dog ends up leading me away from my friends and tries to get us home. At this point I have him on the leash. After this all three of us were blacked the fuck out. I hear later that my friend Seth, the one who suggested we trip to begin with, knocks on someone’s door and wakes them up and asks them to call 911 cause he felt like he was dying. Eventually I come to when the sun rises and I’ve made it back to the main road and I’m walking down the middle of the turning lane. I remember having my jacket on, but I have actually no idea if I had it or not. But I remember smoking on the way home, so I’m not sure. I remember listening to music, but as previously stated I had lost my phone on someone’s yard so that was a complete figment of my imagination. Around 6 in the morning my dog and I make it back around my part of the neighborhood, but I’m still a few streets down. I remember thinking I was at a party with my parents or something at some of them. One of them I thought was my manager’s house. But she doesn’t live near me. At one point I ended up actually getting Trip-o-Vision like the red, green, and blue everywhere like on acid and I was so happy, but it didn’t last long. I kept going through people’s backyards and shit. And kept walking down the road tryna find my house. Eventually I find a house that I believe is mine, but I remember noticing something was different and being weirded out that something changed. But I went inside anyways and took my dog off the leash and put it down. At some point I thought I got locked out of my own house so I started walking around again. (Hopefully never having entered a house at all and just throwing my dog’s leash on a random place on the ground.) So I begin walking again. A small black car drives by and I remember freaking out thinking it was my ex. I hear her dad yell out from the passenger seat. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER. YOU MOTHERFUCKER. I FUCKING HATE YOU. I FUCKING HATE YOU. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY DAUGHTER?! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY DAUGHTER?!” I stumbled back with my hands in the air and yelled back “Yo, chill man. I didn’t fucking do shit to her! I didn’t fucking do shit!” And then they drove away, but I spent the rest of my walk home scared out of my mind, avoiding every black car. Even freaking out over one that always sits at this one house. Eventually I make it back on my own street, even though my dog’s not on a leash. I go up to a random house and try and open the door. It doesn’t open, so I knock. No one opens so I turn to try the next house. I take one step down the the stairs to their porch and suddenly I’m on the ground on my face. I lift my right arm and it’s covered in pebbles and road rash. I oh shit and stand up and start walking down further to my actual house, my car’s home but I think nothing of it. After locating my home my dog and go around to the back and go up to the garage where I discover my parents who ask me what’s going on and they tell me my friends were picked up by and ambulance and the police called them about my car. My friend Seth was found in the grass and my friend Corbin was found on the road. Seth, despite asking for the amberlamps, proceeds to have an altercation with the medical staff and police thinking they were bad guys or something. They were both taken to the ICU and diagnosed with Rhabdomyolysis, a condition which after the the diphenhydramine is metabolized in the liver it turns into this chemical that breaks down your muscles. My smaller friend who had two drinks was in there until the next Friday. Seth who had had more to drink was in there until the next Sunday, a whole ten days. But my parents came up on me like, “Did you and your friends do fucking PCP? They said they were on PCP when the ambulance got them.” I said “Hell no, we downed bottles of Benadryl.” I remember my mom telling my dad I was completely out of it, but they believed me. They let me to my room wherein I tried to sleep. Here’s where shit got really fucking psychotic. They had me take a shower and I thought I watched YouTube while taking a shit, but left my phone in the bathroom. I told them to call my phone because I couldn’t find it. I heard it ring. My mom looked and said it wasn’t there. But after they left me I kept finding it in my covers my whenever I would try and use it as soon as I got to an app I began to see through it to my hand and it would fall out. I would find it again and try and plug it in but it would fall to the floor. Whenever I checked the floor all that I could pick up was my charger. This repeated a multitude of times. I kept having to jump out of bed and slap my body cause I thought ants were crawling on me. I kept seeing spiders crawl out of dents in my wall. I checked later. These were not holes. At one point one crawled out of and actual hole in my ceiling and started making a web. It scared me but I didn’t do anything about it.At various points I thought my friends were with me in my room. I saw my friend Corbin sitting in my office chair, but I knew he was at the hospital and when I got up to check the chair was empty. I heard my fan talk with the voice of the friend I first smoked weed with. I just kept hearing voiced of friends saying random shit in there for awhile and it felt like I was fucking insane. I think one of my personalities even started talking like it was more separate and probably went off about dark shit, goddamnit Echo. My aunt actually came in to check on me a few times and gave me a honey bun to eat. I told one bite, but when I looked at it again it was covered in ants. So next time she came in she threw it away for me. Eventually I got a couple hours of sleep and I woke up at ten. I came to the conclusion that welp I’m probably not gonna be on time to work if I fall asleep again, since it was in 5 hours. So I started to put my uniform on. But my parents saw me walk out with it on and they said no, we’re calling the store phone and getting you called out. So I went back to bed and woke up in the afternoon. I stopped tripping, but I was still faded as fuck. I ended up having a hangover for a full on week, longer than my first time doing DXM and worse than acid. That evening my dad gave my phone back. And my arm swelled up and I thought it was broken. The next day my mom took my to the hospital and I got an X-ray and a head scan to see if I broke my arm from the fall or got a concussion or any contusions from all the falling head first onto concrete. I ended up not. Just having a nasty wound that I still have a scar for. The head, my doctor said literally quote “Just massive levels of dipshit.” in front of my mother. And after telling him about what my friends had they ran a test on me and said my liver was fucked up, but that might me just alcoholism so check back in a week. (never did) Seth’s sister got in a fight with his dad about not raising him right and he now has no internet and is about to be sent off to the army. And Corbin’s mom still has only let me hang out with him once after this.
TLDR: Got drunk on July 5th. Friend stole 3 Benadryl bottles. We took the whole thing each. Couldn’t drive home. Pissed my pants twice. They OD’d and got picked up by the ambulance. I got saved from OD’ing because I’m fat and my dog took me home. Got lost in my own neighborhood on the way there an thought my ex’s dad was gonna kill me for touching his daughter. Then me and my friends all went psycho and saw each other even though we were in different rooms. All sustained injuries. One friend is going to the army now over this. One still can’t hang out with me.