The Story of Kaleb, from Beef Stew to Brain Bashing

[Kalebaiden]

Howdy RiU, I'm back from the depths again and I figured I'd reintroduce myself for new people.​

My names Kalebaiden and I'm quite likely unlike anyone you've met.

*starts walking down a beach boardwalk*

"C'mon, let's check this out!" he said pointing to one of his past grows.

As Kaleb takes you by the hand on a stroll through memory lane, you soon realize that the dreamscape that he's painting for you is rather rosy. The birds are singing, the colors are bright and fanciful and every bush and plant seems to have big beautiful buds just dripping off them. There's no mention of all the hell his plants have been through or the mistakes he's made on his learning journey.

Somewhere down the path, Kaleb looks at you and says "It's sad that none of this exists anymore, what does is my PTSD, a history of chemical drug abuse and some accidents at work that compounded my disability with brain farts as a constant reminder that you should always wear your hard hat. I've been chemical clean for almost a decade now but no doctor or nurse practitioner have been willing to take on my case because of how complicated it is. So I sit on the waiting list for a permanent doctor slowing deteriorating and scared to leave my own home.

I swear by the Cervantes and all that is smokey that I'm not the grower that you're looking for... unless you have some problems, then I think I might be able to help out. I've gotten several grows under my belt and using light duty equipment and with that equipment I've grown some insane weed. I hope to learn even more tips and tricks from all of you. My favorite tasting strains are Kaya Gold and Blue Mystic with the latter being my absolute favorite and my next project will be an outdoor grow next year using a French Canadian Bubblegum x Freezeland strain.

In closing, It's good to be back! Stop by the 250 clubhouse and say howdy.

 

[Kalebaiden]

Five years later and it's time for another update.

I hate and I am inappropriate.

A seasoned denizen of the interwebs and avid Cannabis grower. I am highly educated and at the same time forever a student.

A fully mixed bag of order and chaos who gave up his life to care for aging parents.

Dad has been gone for 2 years now, mom is on the decline and it's time I start rebuilding my life as best I can.

I'm a big gay bear and I've lived in Ontario for decades. I've been growing since 2010 and I have been a caregiver for the last 5 years.

23 years ago I became a full time junkie. That was a fairly stupid period of my life. The only thing I wouldn't do was needles and at the time I thought that made me not a junkie.

At 29 years old I got a chance to go to college and I took that opportunity to sober up, cut ties to everyone who still used and I got my GED. At 30 I qualified to go college and never looked back.

Education wise, I have the equivalent of a BA in various environmental fields and I've been clean for 13 years.

Five years ago my mom called me and asked me to move home and help her with dad. When I got here dad asked me to help him with mom. That made me laugh.

I mentioned earlier that dad was gone now, he lost his fight with Cancer and Mom has now had a lot of strokes and is declining fairly rapidly.

I still like to think I'm a wonderful person but due to a medical mental health condition (BPD) I am unable to control my emotions at inopportune times and get labeled an asshole. I can't argue the fact, I say some vile things and spit toxic venom harder than a Cobra. I do feel bad afterwards but by then it's usually too late to explain and I have to move past it.

My life isn't my own. I have dedicated it to giving my mom the best life she can have so she doesn't end up in a seniors home where she'll get ignored by staff because they wouldn't see her, they would see a woman that can't walk without help and they wouldn't take time to learn how to communicate with her. She sure as shit deserves better than me but life has dealt us this hand to play.