One of my triggers is pot. Other triggers are those who use illegal drugs. But what I want to discuss is this pot business.

I'm all for legalizing it, even though it is a trigger. I'm all for its medicinal purposes.

I just can't stand the smell, the way people act from it, and the symbolic reasons that trigger my memories of being attacked physically and sexually. I don't like pot.

My boundary for most of my friends who do pot is that I cannot be around them when they do it. Most respect my boundaries, some get offended (I don't mean to offend anyone), and some joke and tell me that if anyone should need medicinal pot it was me, because of my PTSD.

I don't care if they paid me money, I would never want to be prescribe pot. It's a trigger. I don't want to be desensitized by it either. I don't want it for PTSD because it would make my PTSD and DID worse.

It's okay if you laugh at me, because pot is popular and it's everywhere.

I just feel helpless. I know I may be over-reacting, but not everyone is sweet and kind on that drug.

That's all I want to say.

I hope I didn't offend anyone.

I have friends who are still my friends who do pot, but they know my boundaries and respect them.

I try not to be biased. It's hard though. It's a trigger I have to get used to, but I refuse to be around it.

I had some friends who hated my cigarette smoking, so I'd do what I could to respect their boundaries, too. Thus, I know what it is like to be on the other end of someone else's boundaries.

It is another humiliating trigger I have to explain when getting to know people, that is, when I state my boundaries. I won't go into detail here why it is triggering, but just that it is triggering. I don't even recall the exact memories that led me to feel this way. I just know I cannot handle being around it.

I hope this makes sense.