I remember all the times my mom and dad would caution us not to use marijuana.
My brother and I were consistently being told how marijuana is just a gateway drug.
Back then, no 1 realized how beneficial marijuana could be. Even though I have read how marijuana can help with so many mental and physical concerns, I could still hear my parents’ voices in my head. I couldn’t consciously throw away all their warnings, and beginning using marijuana. Muscular dystrophy was difficult to deal with, although I refused to even consider marijuana as a therapeutic drug. There was a part of myself and others that wanted to accept what he was saying, but a bigger part that refused. After more than five weeks of listening to my dentist talk about medical marijuana, I gave in. I had my caretaker get her medical marijuana ID when I got mine. After the initial trip to the medical marijuana dispensary, she could get my medical marijuana for me. It took 3 afternoons for myself and others to try the medical marijuana. I waited for all types of bad things to happen to me, but it didn’t. The only reaction I had from the marijuana, was an easing of the MD symptoms. If mom and dad were around, I would be telling them how wrong they were about marijuana, and especially medical marijuana. Maybe they were right about using marijuana back then and how it wasn’t any nice for us, although I wonder if they would have turned their back on medical marijuana. If there was a new way to treat medical conditions, I’m sure dad would have agreed.