If you had asked me ten years if I would be an advocate for cannabis, growing cannabis or even consuming cannabis, I would have laughed, rolled my eyes and walked away shaking my head thinking you were off your rocker.
But let me tell you... You would have been right
I've briefly shared some of my cannabis history in a few posts, some comments and in other various ways on the platforms I write on, but I've never given the full run-down on how my opponent thoughts from yester-year changed into a proponent attitude and lifestyle of today.
During my high school years I never smoked pot. Sure I hung around with people who did; including my brother, but I never had the inclination to smoke it myself. At that time, I was more into smoking cigarettes. I've always heard that boys are more likely to smoke pot whereas girls lean towards cigarettes. At least that's how it was in the early 1980's when I was in high school. I can name three dozen girls who smoked cigarettes; and not one guy. And vice-versa when it came to pot. I can name every single daily stoner in my graduating class; and 99.5% were boys. Girls, on occasion did head behind the library across the street from the high school (the library was the known place for stoners, burn-outs and the like at my school). You never wanted your parents to know you were behind the library. Never!
So anyways... on the weekends we'd party have some wine coolers (yeah, who remembers the original wine coolers- Bartles & Jaymes?), some would bring out the little baggie of dirt weed grew in some unknown location, by some burn-out's older brother and toke up the mystery strain. Good times, good times!
At the time I wasn't too fond of the smell, the odor or anything to do with it. But these were my friends and I was still having fun, right?
Let me make it clear, I never had a bad experience with a person who was high. Nor did I ever see someone do something way beyond stupid, or hurt someone else. Smoking pot just wasn't my cup of tea.
Fast Forward From 1984 To 2010
I was with someone who smoked weed on occasion for medical reasons (inflicted with Multiple Sclerosis) and smoking cannabis gave some relief from the symptoms of this debilitating illness and disease.
And guess where this person got their pot from? My brother!
And guess who was the mule? Yuppers! Me!
While I still didn't smoke cannabis, I did see how it provided relief to the person with MS. But that didn't mean I had to like it. He never smoked it in my house (always out in the corn crib or barn- yeah, I lived in farm country then) and he was respectful NOT to consume when my children were around. I could deal with that.
I never really made any demands from the person, except for the two above mentioned issues, and it all worked out well. I could smell it on him at times, but I chose to ignore it. After all, he was an adult. He made his own choices, just don't expose me to the habit. Right?
Fast Forward From 2010 To 2017
Most of know I suffer from my own auto-immune disease; and while I am inflicted with this illness it is not the main, or the first reason, as why I chose to experiment with growing cannabis. Really... it's not.
I remember how the pot gave that other person relief and I knew some people who could benefit from the same relief. My own AID (Auto immune disease) may not be an every day occurrence, but there are days and days that turn into a week of down time for me so after growing for a year, I did try weed for the first time. But that's not what this is all about... let's move on.
I was given a seed. One little seed of an unknown strain; and me being the gardener with a passion, I thought... Why not? Let's see if I can grow this. I planted the little seed; had it mixed in with my other herbs in my kitchen gardening table and labelled it as special. I never said a word to my husband. THAT is... until it germinated and started to grow!
When I first told my husband what I had done, he laughed. Yes.. he laughed. Not the response I was expecting, but at least he didn't get upset. Hard for him to do that considering his years of being the classic stoner from our high school.
After that I was given four more seeds, which I immediately sowed, germinated and grew. I wish I could find the pictures I have from that first inaugural grow- maybe some day I'll find them on my old laptop and share on the platform.
I was hooked!
I started going to the hydro-store, reading and researching and learning as much as I could about this miracle medical plant.
I am a cannabis growing addict. Is there a support group for people like me?
I have expanded my grow room. I have become an advocate for everything cannabis. I LOVE growing this weed. I love sharing my stories. I am the ultimate proponent now.
Who would have thought that just a decade ago? Not me, that's for sure.