Oliver Westall remembers a time when simply walking across a room felt like an impossible feat. Agony consumed him, a direct consequence of years lost to ketamine addiction – a battle that ultimately cost him his bladder.
His descent began around age fifteen, a casual experimentation that spiraled with the arrival of club culture at eighteen. He wasn’t seeking escape, he says, but addiction found him nonetheless. A chilling realization dawned: youth offered no shield against the drug’s devastating power.
The habit escalated with terrifying speed, consuming an estimated £300,000 and peaking at a staggering 28 grams a day. But the financial ruin was only a fraction of the price he paid.
The first warning signs arrived as brutal “K cramps” – searing abdominal pain that felt like organ failure, like a knife twisting in his back. Then came the blood, clots so large they caused blood vessels to burst in his eyes.
Fifty-six consecutive days of unrelenting cramps followed, a torment so severe that Oliver began using ketamine itself to numb the pain, a horrifying cycle of self-destruction. The drug had become both the poison and the perceived antidote.
Even the indignity of incontinence pads couldn’t break the grip of addiction; they merely offered a deceptive freedom, allowing him to continue the charade of a normal life while his body crumbled from within.
The turning point arrived unexpectedly, in the form of a local pastor, Alan Hamilton, a man who understood the darkness of addiction firsthand. Hamilton offered not judgment, but hope, and within weeks, Oliver was accepted into a Christian rehab program.
It was there he received the devastating news: his bladder, ravaged by years of abuse, had shrunk to a mere 10 milliliters – a fraction of its healthy capacity. Surgery was inevitable.
The operation was agonizing, but the rehab center provided the support he desperately needed. He recalls begging the surgeons to finish, overwhelmed by the pain and the finality of the procedure.
Now, living with a stoma, an opening to collect waste externally, Oliver speaks of a newfound lease on life. It’s a stark reality, but one he embraces as a symbol of his recovery.
Five hundred days sober, Oliver is now a vocal advocate for raising awareness about the dangers of ketamine, branding it “one of the nastiest drugs” available. He’s determined to prevent others from following his path.
Driven by the lack of information he found during his own struggle, Oliver documents his journey online, sharing his story to educate and empower. He’s also working to establish a charity in Wales dedicated to ketamine awareness.
His message resonates not only with users, but also with concerned parents seeking to understand the risks their children face. This has fueled his desire to collaborate with the NHS, to teach and identify the warning signs before it’s too late.
Oliver’s ultimate goal is to reach young people directly, to deliver his message in schools, to warn them of the dangers before they even consider experimenting. He hopes his story will serve as a stark and unforgettable lesson.