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This is a personal account of someone who was sniffing butane gas (lighter fluid), Butane can cause damage to the heart, and like all other gases, replaces the oxygen in your blood, and since your brain cannot get enough oxygen, it cannot function properly. (From this website I found from searching Google) A personal account of butane sniffing Lighter gas refills i.e., Butane, start off as a pressurized liquid inside the can and as they are released, usually directly into the mouth. they drop to sub zero temperatures, which can cause localised frostbite. Sounds nasty? It is. Frostbite is the freezing and dying of tissue. usually associated with arctic explorers. This is a very real danger to anyone inhaling as the mechanisms in the throat that facilitate breathing can become totally frozen shut. Causing death by suffocation. Not surprising then, that you are more likely to die from solvent use than any other drug. including Heroin. Perhaps more worrying than the physical damage. is the mental damage. Paranoia, mood swings, bad trips etc One user describes his ordeal: At seventeen I was first introduced to a habit that almost caused me to take my own life. I experienced trips that diffused reality, trouble in separating the real from the unreal in all states of mind. So frightening that I would sit on the floor, screaming for someone to come and drag me out of them. Even now, (the habit long since kicked) I have vivid nightmares that are hard to distinguish from real life. Even after I wake up. By now you must be wondering what my habit was. Coke, Acid, Mushrooms perhaps? For three months of my life, I had a Butane gas habit. This is an insight as to what it's really like to be f----- on gas. One weekend my mates and I were at the coast. We’d driven to a remote bay. We were skint so we decide to buy some cheap bottles of wine and some gas. After seeing one of the lads go scatty, on it before, I was dubious, but after half a bottle of wine my fears subsided. I had a blast. The first thing I noticed was a warm glow that spread over me, particularly in my groin and armpit areas. I won't try to hide the fact that it felt good. After a few more goes I began to notice a strange noise in my ears, it w as the blood rushing around. we nicknamed it 'The wow-wows'. So far I felt good, so I can understand how people who have only. gone this far will not understand my concern. As the night went on, the Wow-Wows faded, we all became much more serious and even obsessive. toying to get a better buzz. Another can was bought in all attempt to get higher. I began taking really long tokes of gas, someone said, 'don't stare mate, you'll slip into one..... Me being me, I stared, I slipped into my first ever trip. Everything went dark. the only light was from the car headlights. Someone began zooming backwards and forwards in front of the lights, another was totally still as if he'd been paused, The third, he was rocking backwards and forwards repeating, 'Its a mystery tour' over and over again. Meanwhile, I was walking about, time appeared to stand still. I was free to explore. I clicked out of it, confusion set in. One of my mates had driven the car away while I had been tripping. Was I losing my mind? It was this semi-conscious trip that fuelled my habit for the next three months. For a while it was just having a laugh with my mates but I began to feel as if they were getting between me and my can. I wanted it all to myself and they were stopping me. The gas had replaced my mates. it had me, a crazy way of looking at it I know, but this was only way I saw it. It began to get a strong grip and before I knew it, I had lost control. I desperately tried to keep a lid on it telling myself everything was O.K. It was then I exposed the dark side of my new-found companion... my mind. By now I was doing it every day. To stop myself getting caught, I would sit in a toilet cubicle at work, staring into space. As I look back I realise that everyone must have known, at the time I didn't give a s---. The trip was so intense, I'd sit talking to someone they'd have no face, just featureless flat skin, emotionless. I'd glance away and when I returned they had vanished. So frightening. It was unreal. I knew that they weren't there but it was real, to me anyway. First, I saw the birds… they looked so beautiful flying around. The moment this became my thought, they began to fly closer, unbearably flapping their wings, so close I couldn't breathe. Some people see a black horizontal line coming done in front of them and believe that if it passes their nose, they’re dead. This is actually their eyelids closing, a message trying to stop them front blacking out, Anyway, these sort of trips didn't stop me. I thought that if I could just get past this point, I would be O.K. I'd have another toke. 1t worked by showing me things, first a little, then when I'd had another blast, I'd see a little more. The thing is, when you black out, the can is still hissing away in your mouth, my mate died like this... by suffocating. But it didn't stop me. I was hooked. The trips became more and more vivid. I began talking to aliens, in their language. As I came down they would say 'Have another go!' A funnel of water in the bath appeared in mid air. I was now on about five or six cans a day. I made excuses as to why it was O.K. to do it, all in one long blast. I'd disappear for hours only to think I'd been a few minutes. The more I did, the more intense the trip would be. Since I was a kid, I'd had this one nightmare, I could never remember what it was. It was on gas when it finally came to life. I wished it never had. Out of nowhere, HE came. All black like a shadow, except for a completely white face. His mouth and eves were just black holes but they could contort into the most humiliating expressions I have ever seen. When I blacked out, there he'd be, waiting. 'You couldn't help it could you? Oh dear..’ Whi1e I was stuck there, he'd scare me, until I thought I would die from shock, and then a bit more. Sometimes he'd be sympathetic and try to comfort me, until I relaxed, and then it would all start again. My nerves were a mess, maybe if I could just get past it, one more blast. I was in a trip like this when my mate walked in and I started to throw punches, none of them landed, God knows what he thought. 1 was so ashamed. I let him throw away the can but, as soon as he'd gone, I went searching. Out of the shadows he came, laughing his head off. If I dared to challenge him, which I once did, he'd subject me to the most terrifying visions possible. On the last day of my habit came the Grande Finale. I was sat down having a particularly long blast, I put the can under the waist band of my jacket, in case anyone came in (paranoia). Although they would know what I'd been doing just by looking at me - Mouth open, saliva dripping out, staring right through them etc. I jumped with a start, as I heard: 'one more puff and you're dead’. It was too late. His sinister laughing blocked out all sound. I looked for the can to get past it. But where was the can? It was always put between my feet, always. It had gone. The laughing continued and the voices began to echo 'You've found what you always looked for now, this is it, you're dead.' Was I dead? I began to wonder. and cried for help. But there was no-one around, I was on my own. If I closed my eyes it was far worse. 'You're dead, dead, dead...' Faceless people would begin to drift in from every corner.. laughing! I fell as I tried to run, hitti And it stops there for some reason... __________________ Well now I'm back in the struggle with inhalants again, this time butane lighters and aerosol cans, my life is on the line with a knife slowly scraping away at it, and even if that line doesn't get cut in half by the knife, it ends up completely mangled and ragged.
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ok im not sure what this page is or is for but i was reading what was said about the person that keept havin one more and more hits and thought the more he did it the more he would know and the more he would see, i usdto do it to, after the wa wawaawwa noise n that when ur realy sucking it down n u black out n go where u go, i no what u mean, but i never seen anyone i calld it the window of life and death, cos when i was there i felt like i knew everything in life i felt i understood life, only thing is that when i was at the window there was nothing there, just me sitting on the floor with the window infround of me and i could touch it but i couldnt feel it, the though to stand up and walk around just didnt enter my mind because i was content with myself knowing all at the window untill i would come to and it was gone, and then i would sit there suckin and suckin just to get back to "the window" i wantd to know more, see more feel more, i just wanted to be at the window. so i keept puffn on it to get there, unlike u when i ran out i was just disapointed and didnt go runnin to get another can well untill i read this now u have it in my head and have me thinging about the window i mite go down in the morning and get one hahaha hmmmm the windowwwwww, i have other drug habbits that are more important than butain although i wana be there so much, and y i write is i wana know if anyone else has huffed butain befor and gone to something that u would call a window or see through wall or some thing like i have described, just for interest,
email@example.com id like to know
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oakleydre- This is a message board put up by the Alliance for Consumer Education (ACE) to raise awareness and host dialog about anything relating to inhalant abuse and prevention. Though people come with all questions, comments, personal experiences we strive to talk about the prevention side of inhalant abuse. We do not encourage use of inhalants. A lot of our current message board users are either people hoping to quit or persons who have lost loved ones to inhalants. It's okay to share but one thing we stress is to PLEASE respect others (and yourself) while posting. We do not allow profanity or message board users to make fun or disregard anyone's experiences, opinions, posts etc. Thanks for sharing your experience. I'm a little disheartened that you are considering abusing inhalants and encourage you to take a look around the board and read some stories. I just left this link on another post, but thought i'd share it with you too. It is from our inhalant blog after i did a quick search on butane: http://inhalant-info.blogspot.com/search?q=butane __________________ Queshia B
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i was 16 and i started using butane gas. i was inhalling through my nose and was using it every day for 2 - 3 days actualy it might have been alot more not sure. i would sit in my room get high and play on my cd decs. i started get realy into my music and the lyrics of eminem and 5o cent after a while i got bored and had a few friends over and when i was watching tv everything was differant the news reporters looked all dellusional like puppets. i started thinking i could jude evry one realy easily and new things about them. but soon i ended up trashing my room and beeing arrested for criminal damage. i was in the cells for about a day or 2. i was kicking of on all the pollice officers and music was constantly playing through my head it felt like i had gone to heaven. i was then interviewed by a group of people which i knew was not normal but i didnt speak to them there face were all delusional like you sed which no expression and black eyes ect. i was then sectioned
. i was in the ambulance i thought the people in the ambulance were from where i used to live and one was my mums ex boyfriend :s also i kindof knew that this wasnt true i still had my beliefes. i was waiting to be shown into my room in the sucure unit and started thinking that i was being reunited to all my old friends. it was all realy scary but i got through and was out in 3 months. i went back to my weed and socialising with my m8s. i tried petrol at a camp out and it was alot better i tooted it all night and got the wowow in my ears but its seemed like it was the fire as it was flickering it was making a humming noise. i hogged the jerry can all night lol. i first when i took my first couple of toots my ears just rang and i thought i had gone death. solvent abuse is very dangerous dont do it if you want a good trip get some liberty caps in ya
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djtrippy- Agree with you that solvent abuse is very dngerous, but do not agree with your recommendation of liberty caps. This message serves to raise awareness of the issue. The purpose of this board is to offer those who lost a loved one to or struggling with overcoming inhalant abuse.
Please note we do not condone suggestions for any drug use on this board. With this being said, I appreciate you giving us a first-hand account of what it's like to abuse butane and petrol. __________________ Queshia B
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yesterday i was sniffing hairspray and i got so high that i thought my washing machine was singing to me. is that crazy or what? then once it wore off i couldnt find my bags i used and i cant remember were i put them. i think i probably put them someplace weird...
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i started sniffing butane gas when i was 16 and it feels amazing at first when i get high i was very scared because of the things i imagine like imagining ghost or zombies but then i found that these monsters cant touch me when i try to touch them my hand goes throgh them but sometimes i get realy realy scared like this 1 time i was alone in my room sniffing and my closet opened and some ghost came out of it but the best experience i had was when my friend turned into a skeleton and he was holding a brain and i was like WTF are you ok but if you wanna try it dont try it alone because you will be scared to death
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hassanenamh8 - Thank you for sharing your story and for the cautionary of inhalant use. The hallucinations must've been frightening, and no one wants you to develop mental illness as a result of inhalant use (or due to using any substance). If you are still using any type of inhalant, please make an appointment with a licensed counselor or social worker. If you're still under the age of 18, please ask your mom or dad to make that appointment. My friend has a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) from huffing at the age of 12, now in her 30s.
Please take good care of yourself and make good, HEALTHY choices in life.
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If you want to talk about how great it is to use inhalants DO IT SOMEWHERE ELSE. It is VERY disrespectful to those of us who lost a loved one to inhalant abuse. I find it very disturbing hearing your stories of things you saw/did when you were high. Have some respect!! This message board is NOT for that purpose. JF
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djtrippy- Agree with you that solvent abuse is very dngerous, but do not agree with your recommendation of liberty caps. This message serves to raise awareness of the issue. The purpose of this board is to offer those who lost a loved one to or struggling with overcoming inhalant abuse. Please note we do not condone suggestions for any drug use on this board. With this being said, I appreciate you giving us a first-hand account of what it's like to abuse butane and petrol.
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I used 2 listen radio r luk at cable tv whil triping n butane i feel lik i am talkg 2 aliens they r tryg 2 warn us smtg realy bad gna happn 2 ths wrld. Smtims our vusion wl b very scary dat we wl try 2 run bt pls dnt do dat sty cam jst listn 2 wat they r tellg.. Yestrdy wat i saw is truly unbelivabl end f dhe wrld i cried 4 a whil thnkg f dat i killd al my frnds relativ every1 feels lik we r cntrolling ths wrld. Ths is haappng bcz in our inner mind we r half human nd half smtg els dnt knw hw 2 explain dat . Did any1 experienced ths
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i started inhaling butane gas at about the age of 14 at first it was really fun like inhale then laugh with ur friends then i wanted to laugh on my own so i started inhaling in my room with no effects only this ringing voice in my ear and slow movement i tried to laugh on my own but i couldnt so i kept on inhaling for a two weeks then it finally came the ringing voice started then my body got paralyzed then i started seeing my brother (who was next to me on his computer) everything he did was like deja vu to me its like ive seen it before then i blacked out into this total black place where there was like this life sequence it was like i know now whole life i know why everyone existed and all that and its like i was in this another place out of this universe then i woke up like a minute later which was like an hour for me and asked my brother if i was still alive and then after than every time i inhale butane gas i go into the same condition but its like a followup i see something then next time i see things that come after it, its like i understand life and when am high on gas with my friends and i see them talking and doing whatever they do its all deja vu to me , ive never seen ghosts or such stuff and i think people are making up stories when they say they've seen ghosts
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I've seen it all. Ghosts, Aliens, strangers in the room, dead bodies hanging from the ceiling. I've been possessed by aliens, had conversations with ghosts, talking to people in other dimensions, had conversation with Death and the devil himself...and that's just the tip of the iceberg, off the top of my head.
...Bad times. I thing this is the subconscious scaring you (rightly) into stopping this madness. I have stopped after long term heavy use due to my last very frightening experience, amongst the whole dying and braindamage thing obviously.
I had the most beautiful and profound visions and experiences too, but it really doesn't make up for the intense horror/terror that awaits those on this path.
Not worth it. Not worth it.
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i been taking gas my self and the effects seems so weird it would make me think im psychic that i can predict the future and all sorts, the most weirdest thing was tho the terror in what its like to die is something no person/thing should never exspirence in their lifes, take it from me its not worth it at the end as you could land up losing alot more then just your life, but your family trust. but the gas has another ewffect in witch i cannot explain, it makes me think bad thouths, these endless thouths enters my mind to tell me to kill, lucky it goes against my nature to even think such a thing, but contunieing to take will only leed you to doing something stupid basicly ya gotta ask your self at the end of the day. is it worth loseing a life or family/friends just for a sniff of gas? thats something only you can answer no one else
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I WISH WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL THAT BUTANE WOULD GET BAND OR EITHER SOME HOW REGULATED IN HOW IT GETS SOLD. My husband was only 29 years old and passed away suddenly due to huffing alone in the bedroom while i was in the living room it was 3 days before our first wedding anniversary and a few months before he died he was truly tring to beat his addiction by himself but it was something he had done on in off since he was only 8 years old. he wanted to stop but his addiction had such a hold on him and he was so embarresed by it along with no money for rehab and his fear of telling someone he didnt really know or trust about his childhood and past which all counslers ask about to find root of addictions. There was nuthing i could do to physically help him all i could do was love him more then any thing in this world and altimitly that wasnt enough to keep him alive. I was left in a house with my husband not breathing and very cold when i went in the bedroom 10 mins after we just talked checked his pulse and nuthing started cpr and calling 911 the first one was there within mins and pronouced dead 52 mins later at the hospital. so being the loved one left behind my life has NEAVER EVER BEEN THE SAME OR EVEN FELT WHOLE AGIN. So please anyone huffing tell someone get professional help dont hurt yourself or the ppl that DO LOVE U MORE THEN ANYTHING even if you think no one does care or love u there is more then u know. Forgot to mention one thing this happen a couple months less then 3 years.