"But Rachel also has another hobby, one that makes her a bit different from the other moms in her Texas suburb—not that she talks about it with them. Once a month or so, after she and her husband put the kids to bed, Rachel texts her in-laws—who live just down the street—to make sure they’re home and available in the event of an emergency.
“And then, Rachel takes a generous dose of magic mushrooms, or sometimes MDMA, and—there’s really no other way to say this— spends the next several hours tripping balls.”
Well, yeah. Depends on the dosage, obviously.
If you’re at home, just chilling, you’re probably doing a rather mild dose.
I know I definitely have a “watching Harry Potter and chilling” dose of LSD and a “we’re tripping with friends on a night out” dose, and whilst I have no children, I suspect I would gravitate more towards the former dosage than the latter.
I just couldn’t and wouldn’t do any of it with my kids anywhere around me. Imagine you’re peaking and little Susie fucking vomits all over her bed and needs mommy, because kids fet that way. Do you want to be on mushrooms/MDMA?
Well, a lot of the events I’ve been at where I took MDMA, it has actually felt like that, as I’ve once or twice had to shepherd a friend or two, some of whom may have been in a very childlike state and vomiting. (I know it’s very different with children, this is just a joke.) It does take the trip down a notch, but it’s really nothing that affects me too much. So Rachel could probably handle it. Hopefully at least. It’d be irresponsible otherwise. And she doesn’t seem irresponsible, going by the article.
