Harm Reduction is Sexy

Some of you are aware, I run an underground syringe and naloxone distribution project. If you want to donate or buy my book, my email is traceyh415@gmail.com

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  1. UnknownApril 18, 2019 at 10:08 AM

    Tracey, This is Rachael the one from Adams county Ohio I mentioned that I use to give out syringes to users a while back when I was in contact with a diabetic. I had just moved to the apartment in Brown county and didn't exactly know who was a user or not I seen this couple who looked strung out to in the complex. So I asked them if they used needles cause I was giving out clean ones, they said no. I went back to my apartment and 15,minutes later the cops were at my door asking me about it. The cops asked for my syringes and said I was lucky I wasn't charged with a drug paraphernalia charge. I told them why I was doing it. They informed me there was already a pandemic of Hep C and HIV like it didn't matter now. I was so upset I was just trying to help. So is it really against the law to pass out clean syringes. I went to the Harm Reduction site in Ohio you prompt me to go to it said Brown county currently has one but Adams still don't (Adams has more HIV cases and prevalence rate of 90). Thanks :-)

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