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Geez, did you really mean to ask that question? I injected a certain chemical into my leg in an attempt to paralyze it. It half-worked, but mostly I ended up with severe nerve pain that’s lasted over a year now. This episode prompted a visit to my GP where I had to explain to her what I’d done, because the pain was unbearable. That was NOT FUN.

Yep, I really meant to ask that question. I want people to tell us about these things :) You have just been a “bit” more extreme than most is all :)

i only really have access to bandages, so…

*thinks* one time (uh last week heh) i went to school with both legs bandaged… they were under my jeans and socks and shoes and no one noticed. ^^

@Tora by the time I was your age, I had managed to acquire a suitcase full of bandages. I had also been applying plaster casts to myself in secret in the basement. I had also managed to rent a (crappy) wheelchair for a week, also hidden in the basement.

I guess I was more desperate than you are… :)

i only have one place to hide things and it’s very small. our basement is furnished and it’s the home of the piano, the desktop computer, and my drumset. no where to hide anything in this house. =/

(From the sublime) A few years ago i spent many many months contacting just about every single chemical company in the world with some unfeasibly implausable cover story, in a vain attempt to get some TOCP.

(To the ridiculous) I somehow got it into my head that if i truly truly wanted it enough, it would simply happen, when i was asleep. So, being the practical sort, i figured it would be wise to leave my front door unlocked during the night to save me from having to drag my newly paralysed body to it when the ambulance men came knocking. Upon reflection it probably wasn’t the most intelligent plan of action, especially seeing as i live in the middle of a very large and unfriendly crime ridden city. But the evening i found an extremely inebriated neighbour sauntering through the house looking for a bathroom that wasn’t in the usual place. I knew i’d made a mistake.

I’ve lost count of all the other hairbrained schemes i’ve dreamt up to achieve the dream. But, all involve rather too much pain for my liking. And even though i’d like to think of myself as a big old rufty tufty blokes bloke. I’m a bit of a wimp to be honest with you. So, i’m still dreaming of the day when i can contract acute transverse myelitis from a packet of digestive biscuits.

I have never ever done anything weird.

@ Chloe: LMAO!!! :)

@ Sean: Do you mean *more* weird and wonderful than buying a wheelchair??

@Will, FWIW, TOCP is just as like to kill you as anything else, you know?

@Chloe, what amazes me is you could say that with a straight face! LOL

@Ada, of course. Buying a wheelchair seems almost “just” like a rite of passage ;)

1. NZ houses don’t have basements or attics.

2. I can’t recall doing anything weird…unless that casting counts that you did for me Sean.

@Sean, oh yeah, i knew/know all the risks involved with TOCP. I had planned take just a few sips every few days till my required level was reached. It may have taken a month or so of violent vomiting, but i figured i’d rather do that than ask a friend to club me with a baseball bat. Either way, there’s still a risk of death. But, when you’re that desperate, what’cha gonna do ?

I tried the EMLA too. I thought it was very disappointing. But I could recount many a panicked effort to clear away the ‘evidence’ before my parents could catch a glimpse. Easier now I live alone, but there’s always the risk of the odd unexpected caller.

Oh alright, I’ll contribute something. I get scared that you all will think I really am weird.

I have talked about my need to have insensate genitalia. About twenty years ago I tried something out to appease this.

First I took laxatives followed by a liquid diet, so that I wouldn’t need to poop for several days. Then I put on super absorbant diapers with extra pads inside. I needed this to last for three days. Then I made a big plaster cast all around the diaper, between my legs, etc. It was a bit more complicated than I’m actually describing, in order to make this work properly. When the plaster was dry it was all hard, and any touch to the outside could not be felt inside. It worked very well. I wore it for three days, out to movies, etc. It was fun.

I’d like to try a Foley again, but the one time I tried, it burned too much, couldn’t wear it long at all :(

Mmmnnn. Foley. My experience was the same as yours, Sean. More than that I am not prepared to say, except that I gave myself quite a fright.