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And it turns out that this metabolic defense mechanism is triggered in many scenarios, not just concussion.
I became involved in a group of people who were interested in taking ISRIB. We engaged in an effort to synthesize it, and along the way we dredged the internet for any information we could find about other people who had taken ISRIB — the molecule has been known about for a long time. There are a handful of plausible stories, and it appeared that ISRIB would have no effect in one person and be life changing for another, both seemingly healthy. The common pattern was increased intelligence, an insatiable appetite for new and novel information and a marked reduction in the amount of sleep needed to function.
We eventually came into contact with a group of Russians. They had already synthesized it and taken it. They reported the same effects from the accounts we had found. They also reported, surprisingly, the development of a tolerance among those who took it repeatedly. One person had an episode of very realistic hallucinations, dreams that seemed real. Another person gave it to his grandmother who was sick with dementia. She became lucid again but died a day or two later. We speculated that one of the reasons cells turn themselves off is because they are too dysfunctional to operate — so turning them back on brings the benefit of having that signal again in the case of neurons but also revives any dangerous behavior that was being suppressed. We acquired ISRIB from the Russians and the first person to get it didn’t notice an effect although he didn’t take much. At this point I fell out of contact because I was having a medical emergency from experimenting with a totally unrelated compound. It nearly killed me, I spent weeks in the asylum and still have lingering effects. After that my shulgin itch became satisfied permanently.
One interesting thing about cognitive diseases that are metabolically rooted like schizophrenia, dementia, etc is that there are simple ways to coax the cells into metabolizing carbohydrates correctly again, as this article demonstrates. There is also another kind of chemical completely that can be used for energy, beta hydroxy butyrate, totally bypassing the problem. The field of metabolic restoration is the next big thing for sure.
And what scenario do you imagine when you imagine confronting dogma? You probably imagine painstaking effort being put into conveying reason to the afflicted. It’s always the same pensive expression on the face of that person. And that effort is always met by bulging veins up the neck and forehead. For all of history it has been pensive wincing at bulging veins and slamming fists. And the epiphany that I have had is that it is completely a fools errand to engage in that exchange. No matter how perfectly you do it, they won’t understand.
What the hell?
The ultimate goal is to avoid suffering, and that includes being comfortable during a successful attempt, not just avoiding the I-have-no-mouth of being a vegetable. When it’s your turn, you all of a sudden realize that the brain remains active during and after the process of dying. And sure enough you will find the inconvenient fact buried: nobody is really dead until they are thoroughly dead. The idea of binary life/death only proliferated because for most of history science wasn’t around to illuminate the issue. You realize that people who are clinically dead are the most powerless, voiceless group of people in history and that their needs have been completely hidden or ignored even in the age of modern medicine, and that this weird and unfortunate situation has intersected with your story now and has completely fucked you over. You are tasked with cobbling together some kind of system that not only intelligently avoids the vegetable outcome, not only confronts the subtleties of what it really means to die and avoiding whatever strange things happen in the space between, but also performs flawlessly with an extremely low probability of failure. Because when it’s your skin that’s what you’ll want.
And of course this is the perfect situation for some kind of solution to have been developed. We often benefit from things that were developed over hundreds of years of trial and error. To realize you are at the bottom rung of that process is unpleasant. And you won’t until it becomes real to you.
The number of people who have a rational need for death, beyond and kind of doubt, is small at any given moment. It’s a minority group. Easy to sweep under the rug especially when the average person is not imaginative or able to think empathetically or creatively. Not able to understand until it’s them. I guess I’m guilty of that!
That being said, it sucks. I tried it and I couldn’t do it. Not eating any of the foods you like fucking sucks. And the adjustment period is brutal, with nausea and watery stools. Electrolytes are a constant problem. Once you get past the one month mark it’s supposed to level out, but I’ve never been tough enough to last a month.
That’s pretty much all it says.
About a year ago I was driving through Nebraska and got caught in a blizzard. I had never even seen snow before. I was on a back road in the middle of nowhere with a quarter tank. If there hadn’t been a whiteout, it would have been flatness as far as the eye could see. The wind was sucking the heat out of the car so quickly that it was only 70F with the heat on full blast recirculating. Called 911 and they told me they can’t get anyone to me, good luck. Most awkward goodbye of my life. The nearest town was 20 miles away on a road made out of ice with ditches on either side. I accepted death and just kept creeping forward. Was saved by a farmer and had a panic attack the next morning long after the danger had passed...
I often wondered how people can go their whole lives not knowing how to deal with weather that is so common. Even in Sweden the military had to create a training program for Swedes that forgot how to stay safe in cold weather without access to heated buildings. Even the Swedes don’t know how to do it because they’re only cold for 5 minutes between buildings. If the polar vortex decided to descend like this onto California or Texas in a serious way, not a wimpy 0F but -30F, thousands would perish. And the crazy thing is that surviving those temps is trivial, you just need some key knowledge and equipment.
I used to casually browse a subreddit called watch people die. In 2016 I watched a video on that subreddit that gave me ptsd. At that point in time I had watched probably hundreds of intensely graphic videos, and the total pieces of intensely violent media I had consumed probably numbered in the thousands. I had been into it since 2008. I did it because of morbid curiosity.
At first I scrolled through the comments and noticed something very unusual: very emphatic comments warning people that videos can give you ptsd. Most videos have comments where people talk about how “I couldn’t even finish it” or whatever, so I brushed it off. After watching the video I immediately knew something was wrong. My body felt strange. My mind was in a state of hyper-tension or vigilance. It’s very difficult to describe. I also noticed that my libido would come and go in waves. I would go from not feeling any sexual feelings to being more horny than I’ve ever been in my life. I knew that something deep inside of me had been deeply affected. I went to sleep without much trouble. When I woke up I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I felt something coming over me. A sensation of panic. It surprised me because it was out of the blue and I’ve never felt something like that before. I then entered a full blown panic attack, which rocked me so hard that I fled the bathroom and threw myself on the couch. It passed, but I was drowning in anxiety and a sensation of doom. At this point I knew that I may have permanently fucked myself. I was scared. but I still had to go to work. I spent the next few weeks forcing myself through each workday while being suffocated by an overwhelming sensation of doom, anxiety and panic. It was the toughest thing I’ve ever done. But I got through it.
I noticed many things that I later learned are indicative of ptsd: having your eyes lock up, feeling ready to fly off the handle at the slightest provocation, an intense desire to subdue the anxiety with alcohol and drugs. I would walk down the street like an insane person, ready to rage on anyone who even looked at me wrong, and I had no history of anything like this.
I never had bad nightmares or trouble getting to or staying asleep, so I think I had some kind of light beer ptsd. But it was hell on earth. Everything I had heard about veterans losing their jobs and killing themselves all of a sudden made so much sense. Take it from me: ptsd is one of the worst things that can happen to you. And I didn’t even have full blown ptsd.
I got help from a few therapists, and they informed me that if my symptoms persisted more than a month or something, I would technically have ptsd. Other than that, the therapists were basically of no help whatsoever. The symptoms lasted well beyond three months.
As time went on, the symptoms got better. They seem to have stabilized now. If I’m distracted, I feel normal. But if my mind is idle then my thoughts always go back to it and with those thoughts comes the anxiety. Long drives can be uncomfortable. I’m at a state now where I’m in the clear: the symptoms are weak enough that they don’t threaten my ability to work and bathe and etc. and my ability to recognize and cope with the symptoms has increased a lot too. But it still bothers me sometimes and I am keeping my eye out for breakthrough treatments. Sgb and mdma look promising.
A thought can either be in your mind or not. When I’m feeling symptoms, it’s almost like the memories are somewhere in my mind, lurking. But other times they aren’t around. It’s like they have a life of their own. It’s something you don’t have control over.
The best coping mechanism I’ve found so far is meditation sort of. I think that part of ptsd is that your mind is fighting to block the memories and their emotional consequences. So when I feel symptoms I let my mind be open to any and all thoughts or memories. I totally relinquish control of my own thoughts and whatever comes into my mind, I allow it to come and then I watch it pass on. Opening the mind and simply observing the thoughts. This dramatically reduces the severity of my symptoms and often leads my mind to organically become preoccupied with something else.
It’s strange to think that a video can be so dangerous. But they can be. I was a grizzled veteran of gore videos and I thought surely that if they damaged the mind, I would have noticed a long time ago. Some videos, especially high definition ones, can for sure fuck you up. If you have children, don’t allow them access to the internet unfiltered. I saw this video on Reddit for Christ sake.