DOSE:

150 mg

oral

2C-T-2

(powder / crystals)

BODY WEIGHT:

65 kg

[Erowid Note: The dose described in this report is very high, potentially beyond Erowid's 'heavy' range, and could pose serious health risks or result in unwanted, extreme effects. Sometimes extremely high doses reported are errors rather than actual doses used.]

[Erowid Note: Two samples of powder (even of the same chemical) with equivalent volumes won't necessarily weigh the same. For this reason, eyeballing is an inaccurate and potentially dangerous method of measuring, particularly for substances that are active in very small amounts. See this article on The Importance of Measured Doses.]

I am an experienced user of phenethylamines, tryptamines, LSD, mushrooms and Salvia Divinorum. My entheogen of choice is 2C-E but I decided to try another phenethylamine after I received 400mg of 2C-T-2 from my usual supplier. Unfortunately, I decided that the powder didn’t ‘look like’ 400mg and so took just under half of it. Yes – I know, big mistake.

I was alone in my house, my wife was in America, and took the powder at 18:15.

T+ 00.30 – I come up – the usual tracers and nice billowing patterns in the living room. This seems quite gentle and I’m enjoying the buzz.

T+ 01.00 – I start tripping quite hard at this point, which surprises me because I’m used to a slow coming up time on phenethylamines. I close my eyes and begin to have vivid internal imagery of a mother goddess figure. This is quite a common archetype for me and I’m enjoying losing myself in the overwhelming sensation of a great nurturing mother. She is somehow connected to various women I know. The vision is beautiful.

T+ 01.30 – But this is where it starts to go wrong. First, my whole body begins to spasm. I simply can’t stop the spasms throughout my torso, arms and legs. Then I start to sweat profusely. Finally I realise that my heart is hammering away – I have visions of it trying to burst out of my ribcage. I realise that I’ve overdosed.

T+? – What happens from here is impossible to convey in language but it translates like this: The sensation of leaving my body is overwhelming. I am simply somewhere else. It is dark and there are telepathic voices. I realise I’m about to die, that my consciousness is about to be dissolved. I feel something like shock and explain that I’m only 37 and that this can’t be right. A calm, gentle (even loving) voice tells me – and this will stay with me for the rest of my life – that it doesn’t matter; it is simply my time to go. My consciousness must relinquish my ego and join something else.

I am scared but I’m ready to accept this. However, I have a massive, overwhelming urge to say goodbye to my wife and to tell her I love her and that I’m so very sorry. This seems to put me back in my body, although I have very limited motor control. I lurch and stumble to the phone and call 999, blab my address and say ‘overdose’, then somehow dial my wife’s sister in America. She answers, but my wife hasn’t arrived at her place yet. I think I tell her to say that I’m sorry and that to tell Wendy (my wife) that I love her. Next thing the doorbell rings, I pull the door open, the paramedics are inside the house and I’m carried out to the ambulance with an IV in my vein.

I can’t remember anything else until coming round in hospital. I’ve no idea what the time is but I’m still tripping wildly. Whatever they’ve put into me has calmed me down but my heart still seems to be racing. I’m hooked up in a cubicle in Accident & Emergency. I stay there for what seems like several hours, being monitored and watching the happenings of an A&E department whilst still under the surreal influence of the drug. I realise I’m going to be ok and calm down a little. After several assessments and ECGs I’m taken to a ward for the night. In the morning I’m ok. I’m disorientated and my heart still seems to be skipping but I’m discharged by midday, the doctor happy that it’s more or less out of my system and that I’m at no further risk. I’m offered an interview with the psychiatric team but decline.

Obviously, taking such a large overdose was a pretty stupid thing to do. It could certainly have killed me and I certainly will not be doing it again. However, in retrospect I’m grateful that the experience happened to me. It brought me to a crisis point where I was confronted with the imminent dissolution of my consciousness. It is an indescribable moment of epiphany where it is made clear that you are about to die and be made into something else, something lacking in individuality. It is at once, both terrifying and reassuring. But also, it made me see – for perhaps the first time – how much I love my wife and want to spend my remaining life with her. I know this sounds a bit trite and sentimental, but the all-encompassing love for her was all I could think about at the point of crisis.

But please, measure your doses accurately.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 70663
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Jul 25, 2008	Views: 9,882
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