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The Absolute Truth (My Story)

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  1. Damnation

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    I first want to say that for anything to make sense I will have to go back before the BBs came back. Back when it was a little nursery rhyme that mawmaw use to say when she tucked me in bed Saturday nights while pawpaw was getting in bed (before he went preaching at church Sunday mornings).

    Im gonna skip my parents divorce. Im 14 going on 15. My best friend at the time was +18. He wanted to become a tattoo artist. He had big plans in life. We always smoke a joint and imagined what we could become. On a school night like any other, dazed and confused into a deep sleep from what was some really good herbal medicine. (I dont smoke anymore. Im 29 now. I have a daughter that needs a sober father. But I still remember what good pine was.) Something happened this morning. Something awful.

    My friend was considered goth. He listened to Korn and Metallica but this morning he was listening to his favorite Marilyn Manson. I could hear the song. It was Cryptorchild by manson. I could hear my friend on the phone with his girlfriend. I was coming out of a deep sleep. Very deep sleep, so deep I couldn't move.

    I was stuck. I couldn't move a muscle. I tried to call out and nothing. I wanted to scream out to my friend but I couldn't do anything. I was stuck. Paralyzed. I was screwed. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was awake but my body was dead. (I was having sleep paralysis at the time but I did not know thats what doctors called it till later on in life.) Suddenly I could see blackness. I could look down into the pit below me and see nothing but black. Then suddenly the music stopped and my friends voice along with the electronic phone voice of his girl friend was all drowned out by the sound of screaming. Thousands if not millions of screaming wailing people. This must be the hell pawpaw preached about all these years.

    I accepted the official explanation of sleep paralysis that doctors gave me and continued to take the Xanax they prescribed. After a while I got tired of drifting thru school on nerve pills and wanted to graduate high school so I dumped the Xanax. Something wasn't right. At the time I was too busy being the school stoner to pick up on it. I was a stupid teen.

    Im gonna have to fast forward now. To my next sleep paralysis episode. It was junior year. I had a friend we will call Jace. I got robbed with Jace's money and Jace started using cough and cold meds to get high. If I could go back. I wouldn't tell him about robotripping. He died. By the time we realized that Jace was bad of on the cough and cold meds it was too late. He was on some secret forum on some obscure website that was not too much different than this one learning all about different states that could be induced from DXM (the main ingredient in cough and cold meds that people get high off of.) He was a math wiz. The best actually. He knew what he could handle down to the body weight ratios. He wanted to go above what was called the plateau into sigma.

    One night he drank another bottle on accident. He told his best friend Joe who at the time really did not believe it would be a death sentence. We should have called his mom the day before. Anyways.... He wasn't at school that day. The day before he looked so rough that I stopped him and warned him. I told him he could die. He told me that he had it. And I was stupid so I kept my mouth shut.

    Im sorry to Jace's family. Im sorry I didn't decide right then to tell Jace's mom. And its not Joe's fault even tho he knew that night he drank another bottle. It was my fault. I told Jace about robotripping. I didn't know about the whole dxm and dxm website thing. I found that out from Joe later on. But it is my fault. I warned him thinking he had control. I should have told his mother or just a teacher even.

    I pass Jace everyday on my way to work. Maybe thats why god has put me where I am in life so I can be reminded everyday that my actions killed Jace. I am truly sorry. I am paying for it everyday in my shit job and my shit life. Now that I am a father I cant imagine how painful it is to loose a child and I hope I never do.

    My second sleep paralysis episode was right after Jace died. I was lying in bed and I seen Jace at the foot of my bed. He was trying to wake me up. I sat up and said, "Jace! Everyone thinks your dead!". Jace replied, "I am". I woke up fully. My mouth was moving but no sound. I dont know what happened. Joe claimed to have had a similar experience. Im not sure if I could consider that sleep paralysis because I was able to sit up and move but the state I was in was very similar to sleep paralysis.

    Now I am going to jump though time very far. Beyond the birth of my daughter. Beyond the painkiller addiction. Beyond my first encounter with bed bugs. Beyond me and the baby momma going to jail. Beyond the split. Beyond my year stay at Teen Challenge recovery program. I was a clean and a free man. Clean record and no more baby momma drama. I had several paralysis episodes by now and had already had a run in with bed bugs during my addiction to pain killers.

    I was staying at friends house that night. We will call him Steve. We had both our daughters together. We were going to church in the morning. But on this night everything had changed. We all slept in the same bed and had the girls on either side. My daughter was on my right on the outside of the bed. It was dark but comfortable. And no bed bugs. But I would have rather been bitten on this night than had the paralysis episode that I did. This night changed my outlook on everything. From now on I knew that paralysis wasn't just some medical condition. I realized that everything was connected.

    I was having a dream. In my dream me and my daughter were walking out of my bed room holding hands at my moms house. I could see down the hall into the dining room. Next to the kitchen table I could see my brother and he looked worried. He yelled, "HEY!". As soon as he yelled hey the lights went out. It was complete and total darkness and I could feel my daughters hand slip away. I tried to yell and I couldn't. I realized I was on my back and thus realized I was awake. I started to make shapes out in the darkness. I could see Steve's ceiling. I could hear Steve's box fan running. I could see the fan in the floor next to us.

    The bed was on box springs on the floor. (dont worry no bed bugs yet, its much scarier than bbs) The fan was a foot or two away. I could hear something moving behind it. You might know what I mean by that. The fan's sound changes when something moves behind or in front. It was something behind. What ever it was moved in front of the fan lurking in the floor next to our bed.

    Suddenly it stood up! Rising out of the floor Austin Powers style as if the floor had an elevator built into it. Slowly but swiftly rising out of nowhere. It was my brother (who was not there that night). He started saying HEY! just like in the dream. He kept saying it "HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY !". Faster and faster he kept going. His face stretched and skewed. He didn't look like my brother anymore. Black eyes and standing 10 ft tall into the ceiling., HEY HEY HEY HEY!.

    At this point the HEY!'S were faster than the box fan. It sounded like a machine. Some kind of buzzing. Like a 1000 tasers/cattle prods that had been overcharged. It didn't sound like Hey anymore and it did not look like my brother.

    I was completely paralyzed. Keep in mind this episode is only over the course of a few minutes. I tried with everything I could to move. I couldn't budge at all. I couldn't scream. I couldn't cry. I was stuck. I was completely helpless and all I could think about was my daughter who was no longer in the bed. I begged God. Jesus please help me please. Suddenly I could move again. It was over. What ever it was gone and so was my daughter gone.

    I could hear a small still voice whispering. It was my daughter. I called out my daughter's name waking up steve and his daughter. She replied from the darkness of the pitch black room, "Ya!"
    "WHERE ARE YOU!?", I demanded to know. She went quite again with her small voice, "I.... I.... I.... dont know!" She began to cry. I called out again," COME TO ME! FOLLOW MY VOICE!" She cried out" I CANT!"

    I mustered the courage to get out of the bed at this point but my legs still shaking. I could hear her whimpering from the closet. Some how she was locked in the closet. I opened the door. "What were you doing in there?", I asked. She replied," I thought I was talking to mawmaw". (who was not there that night either)

    This experience confirmed for me that it wasn't some medical condition. I had already connected bed bugs to these experiences back during my pain killer days. But wasn't sure which caused which one. I know they are connected tho. Because they happen in tandem with one another.

    Im living a much different life now. A working man. Who just wants to go to work. Come home to his beautiful gf and see his daughter every chance he gets to. Im tired of fighting bbs. Everytime I have SP BBS are not far.

    I made my account today. I have been bit several times last nite on exposed skin. My gf is not being bit. She blames me and my daughter anyways if it turns out they are bbs. Im pretty sure it is bbs. I just want to be free of them. My gf has worked so hard getting rid of them. but now a few years later im getting bit and cant find a single bug. It probably is my fault. My brother did have them last and they were really bad in his case. His entire room was covered in bbs. He blames a guy from the supermarket he works at or me.

    I know its safe to assume that my baby momma had contracted bbs from her 1st baby daddy who got out of jail while I was still with my baby momma. I know this because I was in the same jail cell he was and bbs were rampant in jail.

    Its like everywhere I go I find bbs. I cant sleep which I know eventually will bring on sleep paralysis.
    It was supposed to be my vacation this week. Here I am on bed bugger forums spilling my heart out.

    I feel like there is two things. BBS and something else that causes SP to feed. Just as bbs paralyze the nerves on your skin this thing paralyzes your body so you cant wake up and move. The help each other. The bbs get the blood and allow the other thing to track you. It doesn't matter where I go SP will follow. and then bbs eventually find me. Only Jesus can help us now. Surely we are in the end. The is no escape from bbs.

    Got to go. Im all out of time. Got to drive an hour or two straight now sleep thanks to all these bites I keep getting.

    Ill right more later. Cant fit a whole life into one post and expect it to make too much sense. But this is all connected.

  2. BigDummy

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    Posted 2 months ago
    Fri Mar 29 2019 13:34:09
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    This is a bed bug forum.

  3. datgirl

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    Fri Mar 29 2019 13:45:10
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    BigDummy - 10 minutes ago  » 
    This is a bed bug forum.

    I feel compelled to say, "Sir, this is an Arby's."

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    Fri Mar 29 2019 14:13:38
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    While we wonder why
    Force'ed alliteration
    No bed bug Haiku

    I've been here for five or six years and never noticed we had a "Shitty Prose" section.

  5. Bug Buffet

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    strange...just strange...

  6. bed-bugscouk

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    Hi,

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