She regularly uses cannabis vape pods.
I had no idea she would explode on me about this because I had already previously told her I was using cannabis, that I was paying for it, and that it greatly helped me with my social anxiety and depression. It also was greatly aiding me in my weight loss, and I'm currently the healthiest I've ever felt in my life. So yesterday I started making my edibles like it was no big deal because I thought the heart to heart I had with her about it patched things up. I legitimately thought she'd be happy for me. Well the moment she smelled it in the oven, she stormed into the kitchen, suddenly she threatened to kick me out, threatened to stop paying for all medical care I'm currently receiving, and when I didn't give in, she started begging my elderly father to intervene, nearly gave my dad a heart attack the way she reacted to me consuming this plant like it was bloody murder. I had been open about this with him for months and he doesn't have a problem with it.
I was making edibles with preground weed because it's so much cheaper to buy, I picked up a couple eighths for $10. Apparently though my mom had never heard of the concept of baking weed in the oven to decarb it, and started screaming at me like I was insane. I'm thinking she thought that maybe smelling it might mean she's also smoking it, that's my speculation on why she reacted like this, anyway. I currently don't use any other drugs on a daily basis not prescribed to me by a doctor. Though seven years ago I had a problem with opiates that I've since solved with Buprenorphine maintenance, for context. Once I realized this might be about the smell I turned off the oven and put away the foil pouch of weed, but that wasn't enough.
She gave my dad an ultimatum to kick me out or she'd be calling the cops. I refused to stop using weed, I told her I'll avoid using cannabis when she's home like I had been doing previously, but I would not be sacrificing my mental health at her arbitrary whim. My dad started having a panic attack, got in his car, and drove away. The cops arrived, explained this wasn't their responsibility, and they left. I am very glad my dogs and I are still alive. I have autism and thought this might be the end of me.
My dad returned a few hours later. It is now the next day and no one has breathed a word of this since my little brother returned from work.
Really weird to me that your mom who's also a user of it would act this way. But family can be the worst, I'm glad you're okay.
Thanks comrade, they really can be the worst.
She seems to have some kind of stigma for making edibles. I have no idea why. When she initially found out I was making edibles, she said she prefer if I just smoke weed in the backyard at night when no one is home, or if I'd just buy prepared edibles.
I don't enjoy smoking very much, and edibles are too expensive to just buy them. I think my initial refusal to follow her exact orders and my following refusal to move out after breaking her ultimatum, plus my dads refusal to help her kick me out made her feel powerless over the situation, because that's when she called armed men to confront me over this.
she's literally getting on your ass for the healthiest way to have weed, wow. she called the cops on you for not getting lung cancer
Lol maybe she thinks you need some Walter White chemistry expertise to put weed in brownies
Edibles are for the smelly lazy hippy burnouts, vape pods are for the acceptable members of society.
boomers hatred of their own children taking on the characteristics of their racism
coke
crack
You have no idea what happens when you cook weed. It's basically crack, heroin, and a margarita freebase. Never.