#DrinkSpiking #SafetyTips #PreventionTips #WomensHealth
Hey ladies, have you ever found yourself in a situation where you suspect your drink may have been spiked? Unfortunately, this is a reality that many women face at social gatherings, bars, and nightclubs. In this article, we’ll explore the dangers of drink spiking, share some real-life stories from women who have experienced it, and provide you with valuable tips on how to stay safe and protect yourself from this harmful practice.
##What is Drink Spiking?
Drink spiking is the act of adding alcohol or drugs to someone’s drink without their knowledge or consent. The most common substances used for drink spiking include drugs like Rohypnol (also known as “roofies”), GHB, and ketamine. These substances can cause a range of dangerous effects, including dizziness, confusion, memory loss, and even loss of consciousness.
###Real-Life Stories
1. **Sarah’s Story**:
Sarah was out at a bar with her friends when she started feeling extremely dizzy and disoriented after just one drink. She later found out that her drink had been spiked with a powerful sedative. Luckily, her friends were able to get her home safely before any harm could come to her.
2. **Jess’s Story**:
Jess was at a party when a man she had just met offered to buy her a drink. After taking a few sips, she started feeling nauseous and dizzy. Thankfully, she was able to quickly recognize the symptoms of drink spiking and seek help before things escalated further.
###Tips for Prevention
1. **Always Watch Your Drink**:
Never leave your drink unattended, even if it’s just for a moment. If you need to step away, ask a trusted friend to watch your drink for you.
2. **Be Wary of Strangers**:
Don’t accept drinks from strangers, especially if you didn’t see the bartender pour them. It’s always better to be safe than sorry.
3. **Trust Your Instincts**:
If something feels off about your drink or the situation you’re in, trust your gut and remove yourself from the situation. Your safety is always the top priority.
4. **Stay with Your Group**:
Stick with your friends and keep an eye out for each other. Safety in numbers is always a good rule to follow.
5. **Learn the Signs**:
Educate yourself on the signs of drink spiking, such as sudden dizziness, confusion, or disorientation. The more aware you are, the better prepared you’ll be to handle the situation.
##What to Do If Your Drink is Spiked
1. **Stay Calm**:
Take a deep breath and try to remain calm. Panicking will only make the situation more difficult to handle.
2. **Seek Help**:
If you suspect your drink has been spiked, tell a trusted friend or the staff at the establishment immediately. They can help you get to a safe place and assist you in seeking medical attention if necessary.
3. **Don’t Leave Alone**:
Never leave the establishment alone if you believe your drink has been spiked. Always have someone you trust with you to ensure your safety.
4. **Report the Incident**:
If you feel comfortable doing so, report the incident to the authorities. This can help prevent others from falling victim to the same perpetrator.
Stay safe, ladies, and remember to always be vigilant when it comes to your drinks and your surroundings. By following these tips and staying informed, you can protect yourself from the dangers of drink spiking and enjoy your time out with peace of mind. #StaySafe #ProtectYourself #DrinkResponsibly.
All I remember was drinking a drink someone gave me, feeling ill being on the couch and then finding the strength to go to the restroom and call someone to come pick me up quick. Luckily I was picked up within 15 mins and I was dragged out the house practically since I was passed out.
Had it happen several years ago…by a couple.
My guard was down, since they were a friendly young couple. I was with a bunch of co-workers at a bar and we were all chatting and having a nice time. They bought me a drink and I accepted without a thought.
Luckily, I’m a very slow drinker. As I sipped, I started to feel unwell. Went downstairs (NYC bars are cruelly designed!) to the bathroom and passed out. Woke up to the woman saying she’d take me home and take care of me. She coaxed me upstairs and told the man to get a cab.
Luckily again: my co-worker saw them ushering me out and intercepted them. I was coherent enough to say I didn’t want to go with them so my co-worker rallied the others around me. They got me into my own cab and helped me home.
I don’t remember getting home or going up to my apartment. All I know is that i woke up splayed out on my bed with no idea how I got there.
I started having rolling blackouts at a restaurant/club- chunks of time disappeared. I came to during one in a bathroom stall and realized something was wrong. I couldn’t speak. Had a hard time steering my body through space. I stayed in the stall long enough to be able to safely walk and went to find my friends. I was able to communicate that I needed to leave NOW. I regained my speech on the way home. A friend who has experience with drugs told it sounds like ghb. My friends gaslighted me and told me that I drink too much. I had two cocktails.
Went to have one drink with a friend after work one evening. We ordered the drink… and some guy a few seats down said “watch your drink” but we sort of ignored it because we didn’t leave them unattended we got them directly from the bartender. We had no intention on staying for multiple so we left as soon as we finished. Things got oddly fuzzy and we were confused in the parking lot. Barely made it home and immediately blacked out upon arrival until the next day. Same issue for us both. It had to be the bartender himself. I’ve never gone back there.
Started to get nauseous at the table. Only had 2 beers. Knew I was going to either vomit or shit myself so I headed to the bathroom at the bar. I blacked out walking down a ramp. My friend was following me, he caught me, took me to the bathroom and stayed. I proceeded to have the worst shits. He hears it all standing by the sink. I’m so embarrassed. I get out and he tells me he thinks someone spiked my drink. I agreed. He got keys to another friends apartment and takes me there to watch a movie and drink dr pepper until I’m feeling better. My friends apartment was right behind the bar. We had all known each other forever. Never found out who did it but I’m so grateful Dale was there. He was my hero. This man has also driven me home when I couldn’t drive and slept on my couch bc he drove my car. Hes a total gentleman. I’m certain it wasn’t him. Never found out who did it.
I was at a mutual friend’s wedding with the person who drugged me and a bunch of other friends. We were at the same table together, were semi-friends, and were sharing a hotel room with two other friends (3 girls, one guy). All we know is that I went from 0- passed out on the table within like an hour of the reception, had to be carried out. BUT I have memories of the guy getting into bed with me and trying to take my extremely tight long spanx off, but he gave up, I suppose because, these things were thick, and tight. It turns out he had snuck away from the reception to get something from the room, or so I’m told, and everything made sense to me. When I confided in my bestie at the time, she said that the same thing happened to her with this guy, but wasn’t so lucky, and woke up naked in his bed after they were just hanging out at his house. The man was NOT somebody that we would ever choose to hook up with. He was a drug dealer with a lot of access to substances. I thank those spanx every day.
Went out for drinks with a friend in a crowded bar that I was a regular at, and turned my back for literally two seconds while my drink was on the bar. I felt drunker than I should have been (I was a drinker back then and that was only my second drink)…slurring, stumbling, etc. and don’t remember anything after that.
My roommate was home when I got there, and said that a man she’d never seen before walked me home but left when we got inside and he realized she was there. Next morning I woke up and had the absolute worst hangover of my life, before or since.
Always watch your drinks ladies.
I’ve had it happen twice,
The first time my friends and partner left me alone in the bar we were in, I’ve no memory of it at all, and I was lucky that the police (UK) took me home after getting my address from my driver’s license. I couldn’t move when I got in and my mum couldn’t move me so she slept with me in the hall. I was ill for a week after.
The second time I was out with a friend in a club, I remember dancing and then nothing. He’d gone to the toilet when it kicked in and luckily a group of girls looked after me till he came back, when he did they quizzed him to be sure he was actually with me. Again when we got outside I couldn’t move, we had to wait a few hours before I could walk to a taxi. I start having memories again about 6am when we got home, so I blacked out for about 6 hours, I was ill again for a week I couldn’t keep any food down for 2 days.
The actual sickness from both times was awful I couldn’t eat properly for days, and I was very depressed. It probably took me a full week to recover physically each time.
I remember having a party on my 24th birthday with friends. A guy I’d never met before was invited by the home owner and she said he was a good man.
He brought me a drink that night. I remember standing and becoming extremely ill. Saying “I’m sorry,” a lot to all the party-goers before losing consciousness outside the home. Woke up to daylight with blood in my underwear, undressed in a guest room. My friends were all gone or scattered asleep when morning came. I left the house and never went back. Started a new life with new people.
I went from just chilling with my friends to slurring speech and barely able to stand. I went to the bathroom and felt like I was in a space ship then only remember bits and pieces of the night. Luckily a friend put me in a cab home I remember fighting so hard to stay awake in the cab but the driver kept waking me up. The next day I felt really unwell with hot flushes, dizziness and nausea not like any hangover. My friends called me in the morning to tell me some random dude was all over me and I had only had 2 drinks so they pulled me away. I was going through a bad time and it would’ve been easy to assume I was just train wreck drunk so I was lucky I had people who knew me around.
I somehow became aware of what happened and barreled out of that frat house with a vengeance. I marched straight to the most popular street in the city and used it to walk myself straight home.
I don’t remember too much but my roommate says I came in the dorm so loudly that she had to come check on me. I was asleep on the couch. Safest decision? No, but I got out of that one safe!
I was with a group at burning man and was sober, only drinking from my water bottle. I told them I felt strange and no one took it seriously. Lots of people get overstimulated or dehydrated there. Ended up completely out of it at some sound stage for hours on end, surrounded by people who were on drugs and couldn’t help. Eventually I was helped and brought to a medic tent, which ironically id volunteered for. It took a long time to recover.
It was Halloween in my mid 20s. I was dressed as Dead Riding Hood at a local club. I didn’t pregame because there wasn’t time between dropping my kid off with his grandma and the event start, it was a ticketed event but the queue always ended up down the street so I came early.
Arrived, got a double vodka and mixer in a pint glass, took a few sips and left it with the door lady who was a friend. She put it to the side and told me she would watch it and I went outside to smoke.
I remember this part clearly because I had selfies on my phone of me and my friends outside all dressed up in our Halloween finest. I went back in, got my drink, and then I woke up in my bed the next morning. I was fully dressed in my own bed with my door keys posted through my letterbox.. EVERYTHING between going back inside the club and waking up in my bed was a blank. I checked my phone and had a message from my friend.
She said when we got back in I drank my drink and started slumping in a corner, like I was wasted. Wouldn’t move or talk. She took me outside and called a taxi, got in the taxi with me, took me home, put me in bed, locked me in and posted my keys and then went back to the club. She thought I’d pregamed and was just drunk.
To reiterate – that double vodka and mixer was in a PINT glass with only 2 shots, full to the brim with mixer so very diluted and it was my only drink of the night, and I remember drinking maybe a third of it. No where near enough to make me incoherent, unable to stand or talk. I was at the venue for a total of maybe 45 minutes from getting in to leaving.
I thank my stars every day for my friend, and now I never leave my drinks unattended.
I was at a bar with my best friend and figured nothing bad would happen but my buddy was distracted by the bartender chatting him up and he didn’t realize someone walked by and must’ve tossed something in my drink. I had a fucking awful reaction to whatever it was. I was sweating buckets and my skin was all itchy and irritated. My adrenaline spiked through the roof and raw anger was fueling me not the blackout. Literally felt like I could fight a bear and win. My nails were digging into the wood of the bartop until they bled but I could not physically feel a thing. My best friend got me the fuck home and when he got me in the car I started relaxing and staring out the window like a zombie. He got me home and told me to drink tons of water or try and make myself puke. I stumbled inside my house and went to the bathroom and puked, chugged a gatorade then promptly passed tf out. I never drink around people I do not trust with my life after that night. Best friend felt awful for me since he blamed himself for being careless but vowed to protect me better in the future.
I made a very stupid decision to go home with a man I’d met at the bar. We sat on his porch and he brought us some beers. Next thing I remember I woke up, naked, in his bed. I was so sick. So sick that I didn’t even really comprehend what had happened. I had also only had sex once before this experience so it was just a lot to deal with physically. He drove me home and basically tossed me out. I must have looked insane. It took me days to even think about it myself. More days to tell anyone what had happened. And the people that know are still exclusively my best friend and my husband. I still blame myself because I feel so stupid for trusting someone that easily and putting myself in that position. But, this was almost a decade ago. I pray that he didn’t hurt anyone else. And I pray that he was a simple, cowardly, immature boy who has since grown and repented and become a better man. But, I also pray that I never see him again because it would be hard to restrain my husband from punching him.
I thought I was food poisoned. I’m still not sure.
I was at the Casino with my fiancé and parents. It was very busy. I had fish and like 4 amaretto sours
The next thing I knew I was in an elevator with my fiancé. I was puking everywhere. He was worried and confused as normally 4 of those drinks wouldn’t do that to me.
I felt fuzzy and weak and just absolutely hammered. I used to suffer from alcoholism and I had not felt so drunk since I was a literal teenager.
We made it back to the room and I have moments of remembering violently vomiting while my fiancé got ahold of my parents to tell them I was sick. I was also sh*tying my brains out.
I don’t remember anything else. Just waking up and my fiancé was a nervous wreck.
What a nice birthday he had 🤦🏻♀️
It was at Oktoberfest in Munich. I only had 1 1/2 beers the whole afternoon/evening and ate plenty of food. The last thing I remember is things getting fuzzy and not being able to stand/falling down while my friend carried me home. It’s total blackness after that. The next day, I threw up over 25 times and felt the worst I’ve ever felt in my life. It took days before I could keep anything down/before I felt normal. She said, “yeah it was really weird, this guy was forcing you to drink out of his cup.” (I have no memory of this and this is unlike me. But I assume this is where it happened.) Apparently she had to get other people to help carry me home because I couldn’t talk or walk. It was one of the scariest experiences of my life. Thank God she was there to carry me home. If she hadn’t been, I have no idea where I would’ve ended up. It gives me chills to think about.
I was underage and went to a college bar. It was my second drink but I had been drinking fairly regularly at this point for 5/6 years. I have two short memories from the night: running outside and freaking out and smoking with the bouncer until my friends would leave and then being at Waffle House and I couldn’t connect the fork to my mouth. I woke up naked on the bathroom floor. My friends were all really mad at me. Apparently I hit someone but I don’t remember it. It was a solid 5 hours out at bar that are just gone. I have never blacked out like that since. And I’ve drank a lot. I accepted a drink from a guy in military garb.
I had two drinks at a club, started feeling VERY drunk so went outside for fresh air. Next thing I remember is the security guards hosing me as I was laying in a garden. No idea how much time passed. Friends found me completely soaking wet and got me in a cab and had to carry me inside where I vomited once and passed out again.
I was drugged on a boat. Super weird situation. My bf and I went on catamaran day trip. 5 couples total, we were the youngest by prob 10-15 years (and we aren’t young, 50s). I have about 4 hours of no memory toward the end of the day. My bf was there and took care of me the whole time and realized pretty quickly that this wasn’t an overconsumption of alcohol bc I wouldn’t/couldn’t talk, was extremely compliant (I’m kinda feisty normally), and was very physically a limp noodle. At the end of the 4 hours, it was like someone flipped a switch and I was completely sober again. Thank god my bf was with me and had my back. But also….4 other couples in their mid 60s-70s? WTH was going on? Did they think they were going to separate me from 6’2”/220 without drugging him too? One of the guys behaved very strangely most of the day. That’s the o my person that seems like they might have done it.
I had one (small) cup of wine and left the party – I didn’t know my drink was spiked when I left. I remember telling myself to walk on the sidewalk, and looking down to see I was way over in the grass. A “good” friend came and walked me to his place after I called and was incoherent, and sadly he ended up sexually assaulting me that night. I have glimpses of that but not much.
Rape
I woke up to being raped and was too drugged to do anything about it except fall right back asleep!
Women everywhere need to be vigilant about watching their drink and who they surround themselves with.
I’m lucky. Drugs don’t affect me like they do other people – redhead gene. Halfway through my second beer I felt kinda strange. There was a guy in my friend group that was always hitting on me and I had a bad feeling. This was long before cell phones and Uber so I asked the bartender to call a particular cab company owned by my friend’s dad and he came and took me home. I barfed as soon as I got home. One and a half beers has never made me barf before or since. Later on someone confirmed that guy had put an ecstasy pill in my beer.
I had one drink and I blacked out. Usually I would go out with just one friend but luckily we were a group of 5 that night because they took care of me well. All I remember was this guy asking my friend if he could fuck me and my friend was like uh no that’s my girlfriend then I don’t know how it happened from there.
I crawled to the bathroom and vomitted in a club. Then crawled to the bouncer who refused to help me (thought I was drunk I guess?). A woman helped me crawl outside and sat with me for a couple hours.
I am a therapist and have treated many women who were drugged and raped. I think those women may not want to post here – but unfortunately when someone drugs another person it is with the intent to do them harm. People who escaped without being raped were lucky, or had someone looking out for them.
I became part of the statistics.
I was at an outdoor, well-lit bar with my then-boyfriend. I did not leave my single drink unattended for any amount of time. The rest of the night was a blur. The few things I remember are – standing in a hotel lobby while my bf got a room; hitting my head extremely hard on the wooden headboard when I laid down; waking up on the bathroom floor in the morning. There is no doubt in my mind that my drink was spiked, but I have no idea who did it / how it happened.
I had gotten bottle service at a club with a group of 10-15 classmates in grad school during homecoming weekend. I had intentionally not pregamed because of the bottle service, so I was stone cold sober when we arrived. I poured myself a cranberry and Grey Goose, took a sip, and put it down on the stage next to the couch to greet other classmates as they arrived. When I picked it up again about 10 mins later, I finished it and kept chatting with friends. Suddenly, sweat started to pour down my face and from every surface of my body. It was hell hot out of no where, and I got light-headed/spacey. I was standing, and began to feel my legs get weak. When I started to sway, a male classmate asked if I was ok. I responded in gibberish and felt myself blacking out. I just remember the sensation of free fall and total blackness. When I came to, I had fallen backward on to a group of about 4 girls sitting on the couch, and I had thrown up down the front of my dress. They were livid and screaming for me to get out. They pushed me on the floor and I just sat there unable to move or speak in a total stupor. My eyes were open, but all I saw was black. My friends had to carry me to the bathroom where I still didn’t fully regain my wits or vision. Two of them left with me, and when I got home, I passed out again until the next morning. The theory was that my drink had been spiked by the male classmate who asked if I was ok because he had a secret crush on me. Apparently when I went down, he was the only one who didn’t try to help. I didn’t drink the rest of the weekend. Since then, I keep all drinks with me and I cover them with a napkin and my hand at all times. If I put it down for any amount of time and lose sight of it, I just get a new one. It happened almost 15 years ago and it still haunts me.
Got raped. Any other questions?
One time I had a friend I saved from a bad situation. She knew something was off and before she blacked out she left me a voicemail to get her and lucky where she passed out is where someone she used to work with saw her and took her in and she said I was going to come get her. Once I found her she lived about 20 mins away and she was out for most of it but she did talk to me for a little. Then she texted me the next day asking if she knew how I got home. Total black out…..Idk myself but witnessing it….its like they got too drunk when they only had one small drink.
I remember feeling really drunk after half a drink then waking up in then boyfriends bed (he worked at the club). I was friendly with the bartender who noticed someone was wrong and grabbed my then boyfriend from the dj booth and got me out of there before anything happened. Cameras were reviewed (this was 20+ years so the footage wasn’t great) and it looks like it was a guy walking by who reached for a cocktail napkin which happened to be right behind my drink.