This was a decade ago. I was living in CA and using weed to combat anxiety, ADHD and insomnia. My Mom called, my father was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. He was given 6 months to a year to live. I am close with my parents and it was pretty devastating news. I took a leave to drive to Florida, where they had retired, to spend some time with them. I drove because I needed my "medication" and was really nervouse about flying with it. My folks also don't aprove of cannabis or any drugs, so having my car would give me a place to smoke privately.

Three days of driving later, I arrived, unt and Uncle (Dad's rich pastor brother) were at the house. They anounced they were paying for a Carribean cruise for the whole familly. The cruise was for 10 days and left in 5 days. I pannicked, I began to desperately think of an excuse not to go because the thought of dealing with 10 days of no weed terrified me. The problem was that I had to head back home 2 days after the cruise, so my time with Dad would be short. I could not come back out until summer, and wouldn't forgive myself if that was too late. Thats when I made a plan, this is where I fucked up.

I read online that I needed a doctors note for medications that were controlled substances and to declare them on arrival. I deduced that since I am from a state with legal medical weed, I could bring "medicine" on board. I am pretty creative with photoshop, and I had some scans of medical documents, tests and reciepts from my doctor. The issue, and my downfall, these were records for my Dad, from when they moved out east. We shared the same doctor in CA, we also share the same first and last name, and middle initial so those I didnt need to change. Sortly I had altered a treamnent plan and a presciption for my dads gout, to a medical marijuana document for me. So I thought.

The day of the cruise, I convinced my cousins to come an hour early with me to the port so I would not be boarding with my folks. I told them I had a prescription and some medication I didnt want to concern my folks with at this time. They pryed, I told them it was for weed, they gave me high fives. At security I proudly produced my documents and my profesionaly packaged weed. To my surprise, they took both, bagged it and said it would go to the ships doctor who would contact me.

An hour later, everone had boarded and the whole crew of us(15 or 17 i think) were gathered on deck. All enjoying a drink and some snacks from the buffet while we waited for our rooms and luggage. The doctor and my medication were on my mind. Sure enough, my name is anounced to report to medical. Everyone, including my dad assumed it was for him (same name) and he gets up to go to medical. All I could think was to tell my Mom to relax and I went with Dad. I hoped the receptionist would clarify it was for me and I would have a private covo with the doctor and get my medicine. I was wrong, very wrong.

The Nurse asked for my Dads ID. I identified myself as the son with the same name but she just asked my dad if he wanted me to go into the office with him to speak to the doctor. Dad said yes, my stomach was in my throat.

We waited in the exam room for a couple minutes and the doctor came in and sat down. He looked right ar my dad and said " Your dealing with some very serious medical issues. I just spoke with your doctor and I am afraid that we are not equiped to deal with possible issues or complications on this ship". He continued that he would have to dissembark within a hour and could not go on the cruise.

He did go on to explain that he had called the CA doctor as he felt something was not right with the documents I had made. The receptionist asked for the patient number, which I neglected to change, and informed him that all the records had been forwarded to my dads new doctor in Florida. The ships doctor then called my dads current doctor who said my dad was really sick and had not returned urgent calls regarding his test results. I had never seen my dad so deflated. Doc produced my bag of medication and told me that if I was getting off the ship with my dad, I could pick it up at security when I left. I truly wished it was me who was dying in that moment. All I could say was "Sorry, this is my fault." and we walked in silence.

We when back up and joined the group. Dad took mom aside for a quick conversation, then they anounced they were getting off the ship and wanted eveyone else to enjoy the cruise. Everyone initially wanted to leave with them, but after some tears and hugs it was decided that everyone would continue on. I opted to leave with my parents.

I spent the next two weeks of at their home, it was some of the best bonding/healing family time in my life.The story about the weed came out to all, shock and awe in our religeous clan. My folks actually told me I was free to smoke on the deck, they came to find it humerous.

My uncle was furrious, he came over after the cruise and found me and Dad in the back yard. I had just lit a blunt, and Uncle started in on dad about family and respect. Dad took the joint from my hand, took a small puff, looks at my uncle and says "My doctor said it might help my apetite". My uncle left, but he is not a bad guy and he did call an apologize the next day.

We enjoyed a few more blunts over the next days. I ended up sending a dad a few "care packages" from Cali, and was able to spend three weeks with him in the summer. My Dad made it to the following Chrismas. Maybe as we aproach christmas this story surfaced for me. Love you Dad, miss you.

TL;DR: I took weed on a cruise and ended up outing my dads advanced illness, resulting in him being refused on the boat. Apollogies for formatting/spelling.

Today I, 23f, texted my sister (15) to ask her what she wanted for Christmas. I have a very limited budget, but wanted to get my siblings a little something special to show them I love them. Naively I thought my sister would get the memo and ask for something small or a gift card somewhere.

Not quite. First thing she asked for was way out of my budget, so I ask her if there’s anything else. She sends a link to a set of ears, paws, and a tail on Etsy that she wants and only adds a “?” So I ask her if she really wants a fur suit, wondering if she’s serious because it’s a running joke between us that we think furries are weird. Without missing a beat, she explains how some of her friends are furries and she got interested in it. She said she doesn’t want a full suit now because those would be too expensive, but maybe she’ll get one eventually ???

Here’s where the plot thickens. We have ultra-conservative evangelical parents, and she still lives at home. She’s says she doesn’t care what they think and will deal with them when it comes to it. I wholeheartedly believe this will get her into more trouble than she can imagine, and I’m talking send-her-to-a-teen-wilderness-camp level of trouble.

I’m open to a lot of things, but something about furries unsettles me and I’m very worried about her in my evangelical parents’ house. She’s already said and done some things that have my parents suspicious of her, and I don’t want to make it worse. Besides that, I just don’t want my sister to be a furry.

I still can’t tell if she’s joking or not. She’s done stuff like this before where she says or does something extreme for attention, and I just can’t tell if this is another one of those.

Before I even asked, something in me told me not to even ask her….to just get her a book she might like and call that a day. But no, I asked her, and even worse, I didn’t shut her down yesterday when she originally asked. Now she’s going on about different types of fur suits and different artists and how I should avoid buying her a buttplug tail because she doesn’t want to be ‘horned up’ while in a fur suit. I’m NOT getting her a furry costume, but she seems really into. She seems to have done research on it and everything. What do I do?? Any advice welcome.

TL;DR TIFU and my sister came out at to me as a furry, and to make matters worse, she still lives with my conservative evangelical parents. Send help.