Glade and Gore

Inhalant - Glade Air Freshener

Citation: Anna. "Glade and Gore: An Experience with Inhalant - Glade Air Freshener (exp82411)". Erowid.org . Dec 13, 2015. erowid.org/exp/82411

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repeated inhaled Inhalants

BODY WEIGHT: 120 lb

[Erowid Note: Our understanding of the literature is that there is no such thing as safe recreational use of volatile solvents, aerosols and other street inhalants : their psychoactive effects are inseparable from nerve and organ damage. We have chosen to include these reports to help document the real world use of inhalants, but their inclusion is not intended to imply that they are anything but dangerous.]

Despite the ample coverage of the dangers of inhalant use, I have the desire to share my experiences as well. As a young teen, huffing Glade was all the rage within my circle of friends. Naturally, my curiosity got the best of me.The first time I huffed Glade, it was a relaxing experience. A strange sensation accompanied by darkness was apparent, but it wasn't scary. In fact, I enjoyed the high so much that I became quite addicted to the activity. Every day after school I'd walk to my local drug store and purchase two cans of air freshener. At this time, not many people in my city knew about huffing, and certainly didn't suspect a thirteen year old buying Glade to be an addict... So there were no questions asked.After several days of huffing, and experiencing the sound and darkness, a very different feeling came over me. In the midst of my intoxication, my bedroom wall turned, like that of a revolving door, revealing two other kids from the other side. They invited me to a birthday party, and (obviously forgetting I was high) I accepted. I followed them through the wall and arrived at the party room, I guess. As I sat in a chair, some guy serving Taco Bell lifted my chair over his head. 'Hey, stop! Put my down' I pled, but he ignored. I stood up, and fell to the ground, knocking me out of my trip. At that point I realized the 'chair' was actually my bed... and there was no party. Duh.You'd think this would be enough to get me to stop, but because there was really nothing terrifying about the experience, it intrigued me. The Glade sales in my area soared.In the following days or weeks I had two deranged trips that did stop my usage:1. As I huffed in bed, head on my pillow, I hallucinated it to be a grill, burning my face terribly. I stood up, screaming, only to realize I was surrounded by the grill. It burned me all over until my mom rescued me from the fantasy.2. Again, in my bed, I was huffing through the towel (through my nose) and had the brilliant idea that if I don't stop, and just breathe through my mouth, I'd get higher. Well, I did. Looking down at my rising and falling chest cast me into an illusion that my chest was torn open, pulsating, pouring blood and organs over my blankets. I freaked out and jumped from my bed. As the blankets came off of me, the tear in my chest got bigger and bigger, traveling all the way down my torso. Scary stuff.There are actually a few other trips that I had while experimenting with Glade. However, I will spare you the tedious details, as my entry is already so long. The bottom line: all of these bad trip inhalant stories are very true. Before writing this, I read all of them and felt an immediate connection to all the authors.A final warning: these aforementioned occurrences took place over ten years ago, and to this day, a wave of fear comes over me when someone sprays Glade. Seriously. Please be careful.