One time, after I left with my ex and moved back in with my parents, I bought spores for mushrooms. They came when I wasn't home, and my parents being how they were were opening all of my mail. They opened the box of spores, destroyed them, and then asked my brother if you smoke mushroom spores. Then they tossed my room, found the brand new pipe I had just bought and my first ever 8th and destroyed that too. Called me an addict and kicked me and #1 and #2 to the curb. Cause of course drugs are bad mmmkay and the fact that I couldn't sleep without it meant I was addicted. Surely had *nothing* to do with the racing thoughts and nightmares from my newly acquired and not yet diagnosed ptsd. A decade later and they're still ridiculously anti everything, to the point where they wouldn't even consider cbd for my childhood dog that passed last year who had arthritis and seizures that meds couldn't control. Totally legal but they're such prudes they wouldn't even try to ease his pain. I'm still pissed. We got him when I was in 8th grade and he lived past 15. And of course they replaced him a few months later with a doodle of all things. So many legitimate naturally hypo breeds and they drop $4k on a designer dog. He's cute, don't get me wrong, but we got our well bred working line GSD for $500 so paying that kind of money for a mutt absolutely baffles me.
Lol sorry, rant over.