Hey Dad, my drink was spiked…
Hey Dad,
I just really need a hug... I’m tired of being an adult about this, and I know my own family would probably minimize it or blame me, and I can’t deal with that right now.
I got drugged at a work event, and it honestly scared me more than I can put into words. It hit so suddenly. I locked myself in a bathroom and made myself throw up because I knew something was wrong. I remember fighting to stay conscious because I knew I wasn’t safe. I couldn’t move, everything was blurry, and it just kept getting worse.
It took me a long time to even call the friend I was with because I kept passing out on the floor. I’m honestly more scared thinking back on it now because the only reason I unlocked the door was because my friend called my name, and I couldn’t fully place her voice. I remember thinking “she’s the only one who knows my name, so it must be safe”… but I could’ve been wrong about so many things in that state.
The symptoms match perfectly with the date rape drug, and it came on suddenly, peaked hard about an hour or so later, and slowly wore off after a few hours. I also later found out I wasn’t the only incident at that club, and someone else even tested positive.
I’m okay now. I made it out safe. But what’s been messing with me the most is how people reacted after.
A cop snapped at me while I was barely conscious asking why I drank so much (I didn’t. I only had one shot). The other (female) officer actually believed me right away and called an ambulance, which I’m grateful for. The medic kept insisting I must’ve drank on an empty stomach (I didn’t. I had just ate dinner before), all while trying to keep me conscious by pinching. At the ER I was left alone in a hallway for what felt like forever and told to just go home because they were busy. HR has been downplaying it. A colleague later asked if I had low tolerance, a health issue, or if I “flirted with someone,” and told me not to worry because no one would look at me differently… which honestly hurt in a different way. Like why would he even think that comment is comforting.
It’s just… I know what happened to me. I know it wasn’t my fault. I know I’ll move on. I know people react in messy ways under stress. I know I can't expect people to be supportive.
But I’m just… really tired of having to hold all of that together and act like I wasn’t scared and it isn’t still sitting in my chest.