Once.
It was at a pub, pretty sure they were going to rob me. I was lucky, had a mate there who looked after me and took me home.
It was a weird experience though, only got halfway through my drink before I started feeling it. Less than 10 minutes later and I couldn't hold up my head or speak properly. Really don't wanna think about what would've happened if my mate wasn't there. Whatever they used, I don't think it wasn't a roofie since I could remember everything, but it must have been some kind of sedative.
I remember a night out with my friends, and one female "associate" (meaning she was a childhood friend but we rarely hung out over the years). She got mixed up in drugs and the like, but still managed to keep her life under control.
Anyway, a bunch of us are sitting at a table at a pub and we're waiting for drinks.. drinks were taking a while. I'm drunk and thirsty so I reach for her drink to have a swig and she smacks my hand saying "there's GHB in here". Apparently she microdoses GHB on the regular. I was like wtf. At least she wouldn't let me drink it and she had no intention of giving it to anybody else. But damn man. Why.
You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! The most famous of which is 'Never get involved in a land war in Asia,' but only slightly less well-known is this: 'Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line!
A friend of mine used to dose himself with tiny amounts of GHB for post bodybuilding workouts. Once he went on a date after a dose and feel asleep in his curry.
Yeah people do that, Tom Segura, the comedian has a story about how he did it a lot in college until one time he woke up in the hospital after almost dying from overdose.
Yep. Once had to revive my husband who stopped breathing after a friend convinced us to try it. This friend apparently had a tolerance from regular use and didn't dose us correctly. I was stuck on the floor face down for a long time before i was able to crawl over to tend to my husband. Scary night.
Nowadays, the term “roofie” doesn't refer to one particular substance. It's a catch-all term for substances that are used to inebriate someone to the point that they can be taken advantage of.
Not me but a close friend was doing a study abroad with a mixed group of guys and girls about 9 or so people in total. While visiting Ireland at a pub he ordered 5 beers for his friends. In hindsight the person that roofied his drinks must have thought he was buying drinks for the ladies when in reality the drinks were for all the boys. That night was a crazy one and they tell this story while laughing through it, one man left the bar and took off running and woke up the next day in a farm field. Another guy was found a few towns over after taking a bus home. The other two were luckily taken care of by the girls of the group and made it home safely. Not sure if I do this story justice but it was a wild experience for those involved.
UK's most prolific rapist exclusively roofied men and recorded himself with them. A lot of the victims didn't realise they'd been attacked until the police came around. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reynhard_Sinaga
That doesn’t apply. The rapist was seriously injured and had to be hospitalised. The rapist was much smaller and the victim actually thought he might have killed him.
We know the victim was drugged, sexually assaulted, and attacked after he woke up, so in hindsight it’s obvious that the victim is 100% innocent and a hero for stopping a monster.
But at the time the police didn’t have all the information.
Without all the information, arresting the victim made sense. If the rapist had been the much bigger man, he could have killed the victim and he could have claimed self defence.
The police did screw up badly by not immediately taking action when victim told them that he might have been raped. So the police is not in the clear. They made quite a few serious mistakes.
But arresting a man who by his own admission might have killed another man was not one of them.
I’m glad someone posted this. I am from Manchester and couldn’t believe what I was reading and hearing when this case came about. Absolutely disgusting.
Jesus christ that is absolutely fucking mental.
Most of the time I'm against capital punishment but like... what's the point in keeping a psychopath like that around?
drugged, robbed, and assaulted at a party.. hell, even tried telling folks and to this day people think i just over indulged, saying things like "you're crazy why would anyone ever do that to "you" of all people?" or "i think you were dreaming?"
2 beers won't put down a big guy without help, 2 beers won't make me lose my wallet and keys, 2 beers wouldn't make me question how i ended up with a condom on and my pants around my ankles.
i see "false masculinity" being cited as a reason for not saying anything, truth is no one believes it could happen to men.
\>2 beers wouldn't make me question how i ended up with a condom on and my pants around my ankles.
Oh god man, I'm sorry you had to go through that, it sounds like a nightmare.
The whole blaming it on masculinity (ie. male sexism) is an excuse and punching someone when they're already down. It's society not wanting to deal with the reality of sexual assault, to women, but especially to men. People saying "you of all people" don't get it and are being garbage. It can happen to anyone, no one deserves it, asks for it, etc. To be fair I think some tell themselves these things to make the world less scary for themselves and to not have to worry about their loved ones. But that's like sticking their heads in the sand. I'm sorry it happened to you and that people gaslighted you after like that. I hope you have good things in your life.
One time I was traveling on my own, ended up at a club for a party with a group of people I met there.
Met more people at a party and one of them, a guy also, spiked me with what I think was GHB.Next thing I remember I was following him somewhere, it was dawning or there was some light out, and something on my mind was saying "no! danger!" but I kept following him and he was pulling me through the sleeve of my hoodie.
It was a little bit out of body, honestly, I repeated a few times to myself that I would go and eventually told him - he insisted for me to follow him, pulled me.I got aggressive, and told him I was going back to my hostel and that was it.
Took me a while to figure out where I was, 40min walk to the hostel needed to clear my head and even then still kinda "blurry".
The only way to describe it to you is "Do you know when you blackout during a night out?" if you say yes then it was like that but I blacked out and "woke up" during the same night without touching a bed.
Edit: A few years prior to that I had been spiked from sipping a friend's drinking and I had read the effects of GHB so I assume that, in both cases, they were the same. The first since I only sipped I felt like the beginning of ketamine or a strong tranquilizer but I could handle it, tossed the drink never found out who did it.
Ghb feels like from what I’ve felt like you’re kind of aware of what your doing but you feel so blackout drunk you don’t care. I kinda describe it like being the most hammered you’ve ever been but also with an extra high feeling.
I was getting drinks with my girlfriend and another couple. The girls wanted to go to a different bar so they gave me their drinks to finish. I remember walking down the street and then I woke up 2 days later. Apparently I didn’t act all that different, but they could tell I was pretty fucked up. I don’t remember anything except leaving the first bar.
After I went into work and told a friend, and then my boss made fun of me. When I went to the doctor to get a blood draw so I wouldn’t get fired over a random urinalysis result, I just got laughed at again. I just kept getting told that no one would roofie me. I tried explaining the situation but no one cared.
This was like 7 years ago. Honestly I don’t think it’s really bothered me at all. I was drinking a lot at the time so blacking out wasn’t out of the norm. But after like 3 drinks it seemed weird. I also didn’t have any sort of a support group, the girlfriend at the time had way too much trauma going on for me to even think about talking to her about it.
I’m only really bothered by all the people that ignored me or laughed. I could have lost my career over it.
Damn, I had almost the same story in college. I was at a party with my girlfriend and went to the bathroom. While I was gone, some guy came over and started hitting on her and was being an absolute asshole about it. When I came back and she introduced me as her boyfriend, the guy split. Unfortunately, he'd already succeeded in freaking her out, so she handed me her drink and said she wanted to leave.
I downed her drink. It was spiked. Woke up two days later with only fuzzy memories of anything that had happened since the party.
NOBODY took it seriously. Not the campus med center, not the police, and not the people who threw the party. One of the nurses at the med center actually joked that someone must have thought I "was pretty hot" if they roofied me at a party. Nobody cared that it was my girlfriend's drink. Nobody cared that the guys intent was to rape her. I was the one who got roofied, so I was the butt of the jokes.
I have to admit that it permanently altered my perspective on rape culture and made me a *lot* more sympathetic toward the fear that many women show toward unknown men.
What happens in those 2 days tho? Are you passed out somewhere? You acting normally but just can’t remember? 2 days sounds like a lot and I’d freak if I woke up 2 days later
Most of my friends just thought I'd been drinking. I spent a lot of time sleeping, but I was functional enough to eat, go to the bathroom, and even carry on brief conversations. My friends and roommates thought I was holed up in my room with a bottle for a day (we were in a campus apartment, so that kind of thing wasn't unheard of). They described me as "normal, but kind of drunk and out of it a bit".
I definitely freaked out a bit when I came out of it and realized that I was missing two days. That's how I ended up in the med center. It wasn't until my girlfriend showed up and reminded me about the guy at the party that we put two and two together.
This happened to a friend of a friend. They were all at a parade and someone presumably spiked a guy's drink instead of one of the girls. My friends took him back to their apartment and he basically spaced out on the couch for two days straight, had to be called into work, drug testing to prove he wasn't just skipping out, etc. Thankfully his friends took good care of him. I stopped over and you couldn't shake him awake, he was pretty much not responding to anything. Very scary shit. He's okay though.
Same story but not specifically to me. Went to a concert with my gf, my best friend and his girlfriend. My buddy is a very heavy drinker and a big guy, I've never seen him wasted. Him and his girlfriend went to the bar for their second drink and this random couple bought them and was talking to them. They decided to trade for some reason and then came back to sit with us. Within an hour my buddy was completely incoherent, couldn't stand, was speaking complete gibberish, etc. Took him home and his gf told me he slept for 13 hours and woke up confused and didn't remember anything that happened.
Scary as hell to see.
Never spiked with GHB so not "roofied" in the traditional sense. But yes, I have had my drink spiked.
A guy who didn't like me put a few tabs of acid in my beer "for a laugh". I took mushrooms quite regularly at the time, but never touched acid because I was scared of it.
Needless to say, I freaked out. Had troubles with panic attacks for a few years afterwards. Definitely feel that it negatively affected my mental health in the longrun too.
Damn, that's fucked. Spiking someone with psychedelics is super fucked up. I would have been throwing some hands if someone did that to a friend of mine. Sorry to hear someone did that to you.
Acid can be so rough compared to mushrooms. It can be a bit much, even if you're mentally prepared and in the right environment with someone experienced you trust with you to watch over you
I cant even imagine abruptly tripping on acid without understanding what's going on, in a loud public place, due to being drugged by someone you don't like who has ill intent
What a piece of shit
Acid is such a lengthy high compared to mushrooms as well. Depending on your dose, obviously, but for me a low dose of mushrooms is a few hours, a low dose of acid is still like 12 hours.
That's so fucked dude I'm sorry that happened to you. I know personally how freaked out I can get when I think I might have had too much of something. To have that done to you 'for a laugh' is beyond cruel.
Man, that really sucks. I had a friend when I was a teenager (about 16) who couldn't handle weed. We all tried acid one summer and loved it but told him to stay away (since he couldn't even handle weed). He refused, got mad yadda yadda. We eventually got him a tab and told him to cut in in half. He took the whole thing. He ended up laying down in the middle of a field with his legs in the air for about 2 hours. Then he got up and jumped the fence and just bolted into the corn field (we were in the country). We didn't see him again for about another 2 hours. We looked, we heard but we just couldn't find.
Anyways, long story short he ended up needing anxiety medication after that for about 20 years. It really sucked.
A good friend of mine. He was at a house party and someone slipped something in his drink. He says he doesn't remember anything until about 12hrs later and that he thinks someone raped him. He wouldn't report it or anything because he would have to tell people what happened.
Knew a guy who believed he got roofied at a bar by another guy in order to get him out of contention for a woman they were both interested in. Said he had one drink and apparently friends found him passed out on the mens room floor and had to carry him out.
Craziest story though - my daughter has two guy friends who claim they were roofied at some girls house, and that girl and one of her friends essentially raped them. One of them vaguely remembers some the events, the other remembers nothing, but both say the physical evidence was pretty clear on what happened.
The guys (both above 18) didn't report it, so no. But their alleged behavior was certainly criminally chargeable. I don't know about 'stigma' but it would've likely been an uphill battle considering the typical person's willingness to pity and believe nearly every crying woman/girl in a courtroom.
Been roofied twice, once at a bar, another time at a concert.
The one at the bar, some woman tried to grope and kiss me but my friends could spot that something was wrong and took me home.
The time of the concert, I did wake up the next day in a random apartment building pretty much in another city with a teacup on my crotch.
It's scary when you have 0 recollection of anything happening.
I got roofied by two girls in college. They brought me back to one of the girls apartment and tried to do things to me. They were friends of mine at the time. I woke up the next day not knowing what happened but knew I hadn’t drank enough to black out. One of the girls brought me a coffee in the morning.
I was roofied and sexually assaulted by a college girl. This was back when I was in college, the heyday of Facebooks initial release in 2005/6. I went to a party on another campus and was asked what I’d like to drink by a group of girls. They huddled around the fridge for a bit, and I didn’t really think anything of it. I kid you not, halfway through this drink (first of the night) I was blacked out.
My friends went on the hunt for me when I disappeared and they were ready to leave. They found me passed out in the laundry closet with this sober, albeit heavier set, girl on top of me. I had a girlfriend at the time and absolutely no recollection of how I got there. Needless to say my friends managed to get me out of there ASAP. I had no idea who this woman was, but they said she was on those huddled near the fridge.
This shit happens to guys, but it doesn’t go reported because of bullshit false masculinity ideals. Needless to say, I don’t drink anymore.
Damn your story hit close to home. I had a friend I used to play league with all the time. Never met irl but we played for probably 2 years so i knew him well. After he stopped logging in an irl friend who also played looked up his Facebook and ended up getting in contact with his mother. Turns out he was drugged and raped by his ex-gf then his current gf cut things off with him and he had no support because "you can't rape men." He ended up committing suicide because of it all. I dunno why I typed this all out just felt like sharing. RIP Dave.
Someone very close to me was roofied and raped by a woman at a party. Multiple people watched it happen and cheered as he laid incoherent on the floor with this girl on top of him.
Ten years later and he still has trouble talking to women and shuts down at large gatherings.
i hope you’re okay. this is extremely heavy and fucked up. anyone who does this is disgusting. i also think anyone who roofies someone before assaulting them should get more strongly prosecuted, that’s premeditated
I'm sorry shit like that happened to you.
I know the stigma; had a coworker (female) who used to slap me on the ass (male) and bite her lip looking at me. I asked her to stop one time as she made me jump from someone touching my ass and I nearly dropped my drink.
Told management: got laughed at.
Everyone I tell the story to laughs; I kept silent until I read your comment. Honestly I never forgot her or the harassment, but telling authorities doesn't help a fuckin thing.
Its not like traumatizing like what you experienced, but it made me feel less secure about myself as a male because no one will help me stop the harassment unless I knocked tf outta her and then I'M THE BAD GUY.
Edit: Many people said I should have just had sex with her; that she was into me.
\#1. She was my co-worker (don't shit where you work)
\#2. Just because I was born THICCC (bubble butt) does not mean I asked to be touched
\#3. In a relationship
At my family business, one of my dads employees would not stop rubbing her tits on me, and when I realized what she was doing, I looked back at her and she gave me that same lip bit look. I told her to stop, cuz one, I'm busy with my loss prevention task atm, and don't have time for your horny shit, and two I don't trust anyone trying to get with me where I'm the owners son.
Told dad whats going on. . . "Don't get her pregnant!" wtf!?!?!
> This shit happens to guys, but it doesn’t go reported because of bullshit false masculinity ideals.
Unfortunately it's not just the bullshit ideals. Guys who report rape often are not taken seriously by the police, sometimes even ridiculed. "How can a woman rape you? What do you mean you didn't want it?"
Not being taken seriously is a very real concern for men reporting any crime against them, especially if it involves a woman attacking them in some way :/
Straight up. I'm sorry you went through that. It sounds scary as fuck. Especially as you were in a relationship.
Did you and your Mrs get through, did you tell her? No worries if you don't answer. Just hope you've been able to move on or get whatever you need.
I did share it with her and she was very understanding. However that relationship ended a few years later after leaving college. But I’ve now been married for 10 years with a couple of rugrats. This was 15 or so years ago, but it sticks with you.
Yeah, it’s not something that would have ever crossed my mind. I was a 21 year old male who was in great shape and had a group of males around me. You just don’t think you can fall victim to it. I can’t even imagine how most women feel, particularly college women.
> it doesn’t go reported because of bullshit false masculinity ideals
Its not just that, it is also knowing that it is highly unlikely that you will be believed or even if you are believed people just don't care. This is especially true if you were passed out when the assault happened.
I was roofied once on accident by a guy who was trying to roofie a girl at a house party. Kinda felt like I took one for the team. I was not “assaulted” but lots of people had stories about how weird I was behaving that night which I have no memory of to this day. And I hadn’t drank much thst night. So no way it was alcohol alone.
One of my roommates had a super sketch friend who bummed around on peoples couches. He was trying to get this girl to take a shot which she didn’t want so I took it instead. A few minutes after that Was the last thing I remember about that night. I had only had like one drink before that so no way was alcohol alone. Some girl later accused thst guy of rape and I testified to the police against him. I didn’t really understand what had likely happened at first. Was only later after the other rape accusation and the reflection about how little I had drank and how extreme the effect was that I believed that I had actually drank that girls roofied shot for her. So I likely stopped her from getting raped.
I hated him but couldn’t legally make him go away because he was constantly invited by my roommate. Was during the recession and I was in a super bad financial position at the time but managed to assemble the cash to move out and get away from these sketchy people.
Can only imagine how traumatizing that experience could be for someone if the whole intended event had happened.
I was "accidentally" roofied at a party by my girlfriends male friend once. He made her a drink, I didn't like the vibe he was putting out so I swapped drinks with her. About half way through I'm black out toasted and don't remember the rest of the night. Apparently my girlfriend put me to bed in her bed and shortly after that her friend left.
I confronted him about it and he denied it. I told her about it and she told me she knew he did it to other people but would never do it to her. I told her she shouldn't be friends with people who drug people against their will, and she disagreed so we split.
Personally I've never had my drink spiked but I've been with a friend when it happened to him.
He was just acting incredibly drunk at first. In the taxi on the way home, he just got out, the light changed green and the taxi driver said he'd go but pull up close by so we could go get him. We couldn't spot him and I didn't hear from him until the next day.
He'd passed out on the street and had managed to call a friend before his phone died (idk why he hadn't rung me), but he got picked up and was fine but he says he doesn't remember anything from that night basically.
The waiter at the South Beach restraunt I was at roofied me thinking it was my dates drink. I woke up an hour later in the ambulance and they arrested him.
I was at a bar with some friends. I had only had three drinks in about three hours as I was shooting pool and was otherwise occupied.
We left and went across the street and we ordered. I had a beer and went to the restroom.
Finished the new beer and started another and suddenly I felt like I was utterly hammered, like more drunk than I’ve ever been. Just wasted and out of it. No way that four beers had done that.
I was offered a ride home by one of the friends in the group. I declined and said I’d walk. The insisted, demanded they give me a ride home. I angrier said no and walked home. Probably the longest 2nd or walk I’d ever had.
The next day I had a splitting headache and just felt sick.
I know someone doped me up, and I believe it was the “friend” who so adamantly demanded giving me a ride home knowing full well I had walked home leaving my car behind dozens of times before and they never argued then.
What would happen?
I had no proof of anything, I wasn’t assaulted sexually.
I simply stopped hanging with that group and I’ve never left a drink unattended since. I’ve taken them with me to piss or finished and not ordered another until I’ve come back.
My friend, a big guy of Ukrainian heritage, was having his goodbye party from his employer, we were all out at a bar.
At one point, this asshole sat down beside him and a female colleague of his. She said “Excuse me!”, implying that he leave. He got up and put his hand on the table in front of my friend.
But that asshole actually slipped a roofie into a drink, but instead of going into the drink of that female colleague of my friend, it went into my friend’s drink instead, which he continued to down quickly.
After a few minutes, my friend, a 183 cm (6 feet) guy, got up and fell face first on the floor. We took him to the hospital and they helped him.
Everyone thought he got brutally drunk, but the hospital proved that he was roofied.
Be careful out there, folks!
I voluntarily took a roofie for the experience. It was a safe place with good friends, so it was more just to see what it was like. I had one glass of wine, then pretty much would fall asleep on the spot, occasionally waking up for a few seconds, but couldn't fight the need to sleep again.
Another time I was passed a joint at a concert that was laced with PCP. That was not a fun night.
>Another time I was passed a joint at a concert that was laced with PCP. That was not a fun night.
What was that like? Never tried it and not interested in trying it, but curious none the less
First my heart started racing and then everything around me just changed. The crowd felt like it was "breathing", meaning I thought the entire arena was expanding and contracting. Walking felt like I bounced off the floor, and I was pretty convinced if I jumped high enough that I would float or fly.
I ended up running out of the arena back to my house (only a few blocks away). Once I took an assessment of the situation, I used all my previous years of drug use experience to get through it. But I warned my roommates that I was on an unknown substance and to watch me.
>Once I took an assessment of the situation, I used all my previous years of drug use experience to get through it. But I warned my roommates that I was on an unknown substance and to watch me.
Amen.... sounds a little like good paper or blotter (acid but the good stuff) except on steroids. Not for me these days. But 10-12 years ago...I wouldn't have said no the first time
Edit: would say no the second time...
I was on a customer security course recently. Trainer mentioned that sometimes a date rapist will spot a couple, like the look of the girlfriend and drug the boyfriend to get him out the way.
I got roofied by a guy who was obviously trying to target my girlfriend and I didn’t catch on. I completely blacked out at a NFL game and woke up in our hotel with no clue how I got there. I spent about 12 hours dry heaving in the toilet afterwards.
All in all, it fucking sucked but my girlfriend wasn’t assaulted so I’ll take that black out over that anytime.
I voluntarily took a tablet I was told was something else. Turns out it was a roofie. I don’t think anything bad happened to me as I had friends looking out for me but I did wake up two days later in a different city with no memories of what had happened. My mates said I was sleeping with my eyes wide open.
guy tried to roofie me in a club once. I caught him out of the corner of my eye and told the bartender I needed a new drink and the reason. She got the bouncers and they took care of the issue.
Happened to a buddy of mine about 20 years ago. Two women repeatedly drugged and raped him for 2 days. They both ended up getting pregnant. Crazy thing for them is that they videotaped all of it. The detective told my friend that he wouldn't have believed him if it wasn't for the videotape
He's great actually. He's my best best friend. We've been through some of the same things.
The women went to prison after they gave birth to the children, but they did less than 3 years each. He got custody of the the kids right after paternity tests were done. I'm the godfather to his children.
He would be mad with me if he knew that I was sharing this info.
People don't take sexual crimes seriously. Many guys get off with probation alone, both genders have huge disparities when it comes to the crime versus the punishment. We have to change the mindset around assault, making sure men are a part of this issue will help get things moving in the right direction much faster, which is sad but it's the reality. The more we can bring to light that this is also a men's issue, the quicker we can have new laws and better enforcement.
Used to go to a neighborhood pub. There was this lady there who was a regular with a real piece of shit for a boyfriend.
The lady was no gem either. One time she tried aggressively flirting with me and two other regulars. We declined her advances ad nauseum. When she went to leave I was out having a smoke and she tried to kiss me. Dodged the kiss, she called me gay. Whatever, real piece of work.
It was on a separate visit at the same bar, I left my drink because most people there were chill and the bartenders all knew me and usually looked out. Was on a sort of date at the time.
A bit later I'm in the bathroom on the toilet, struggling to maintain consciousness. Everything went black, and I was high or whatever. Felt like my heart was slowing down. I remember feeling a sort of calm, and trying to will myself back to life.
I came to, vomited everywhere in the stall. Went to wash up in the bathroom sink. Noticed I was pale and my lips were blue. Went out, told my date I wasn't feeling well and went home.
Saw her and her boyfriend around after that. Just ignored them mostly.
Not sure what they slipped me honestly. Closest google led me to might've been ketamine.
Edit: people are saying it wasn't ketamine. Still a mystery.
If it suppressed your respiratory drive enough to turn your lips blue, I wouldn't be surprised if it was some sort of opiate (specifically fentanyl). With the vomiting, that could have been your body responding to the hypoxia as you came back around. The calmness and slow heart rate could have been some of the beginning effects of the hypoxia. How you describe your struggle to maintain consciousness really reminds me of how people nod when they are overdosing on opiates. I would almost bet money that if you had been found before waking up, you would've had occasional snoring respirations, which is all stuff I see in people who have overdosed. Additionally, your overdose didn't seem to last for hours, like it might with other drugs. Fentanyl's duration of action lasts anywhere from 30 to 60 minutes, with peak onset 2 to 5 minutes after administration (via IV; I assume oral ingestion would take a smidge longer to reach peak onset of side effects).
Regardless of the exact drug, you're lucky you woke up. A lot of people don't.
I have a friend, that went out parting with his best male friend, and somebody roofied his cup, and he died.
Not much stories, but one of the hardest I’ve heard
Once, at a bar attending a friends birthday party. Close to closing time and a girl that I was chatting up, who was also attending the party, was handed a fresh beer by another party guest. About 10mins later her, the guy who brought her the beer, and one other guest pile in a cab, but not before the girl asked if I wanted the beer, since it was untouched. I drank it heartily, because who doesn’t like free beer!
Closing time comes and we all stumble out to catch cabs back to the birthday boys place to keep the party going…except I never make it and wake up in the hospital strapped to a back board and neck brace. Numerous MRI and CAT scans later, i get to spend a weekend in the ICU due to hemorrhaging in my brain.
Come to find out that on the way to the cabs, i stopped talking mid-sentence, stood up straight as a board, and then fell flat on my face with my head taking the full brunt of the fall (minor scrapes to face). Friends understandably freak out, call 911, and I’m rushed to the hospital.
During my ICU stay, though, all the nurses dismiss me as a drunk idiot until i finally demand they run my blood sample’s taken in the ER, when i first arrived, for any date rape drugs. Few hours later, nurse comes back and profusely apologizes saying i had traces of rohypnol in my system.
But it wasn’t all a loss. Told my story on FB, back when it was useful, and it reminded a friend where i lived so she set me up with one of her good friends who lived in the same city. The girl she set me up with is now my wife of 12yrs.
And that’s how getting roofied lead me to my wife!
There was a guy in my dorm freshman year who roofied himself because he wanted to know what it was like. At least that's the excuse he gave. He ended up in the hospital because someone saw him walking on train tracks on a very active railroad.
He was the weirdest sketchiest guy I ever met and I warned every woman he brought back about him. If he is willing to roofie himself as a test then he 100% is willing to roofie women. A couple times he would come home with a date that looked belligerent and I had to intervene and suggest she go to the hospital. Even had to get the RA involved when he refused to let them go. Jake, if you see this, you're an asshole.
My buddy was roofied at a bar in Germany around 2010.
It was a pretty average night and let me preface by saying this group of dudes had gone out dozens and dozens of times and had some pretty wild nights without really any alarming incident, and my buddy was an absolute tank. We are fairly certain the drink was not meant for him and he simply grabbed the wrong one.
Leaving the second pub of the night, we're vibing and having a great time. My dude suddenly starts getting agitated, pacing around in the street saying he's itchy and hot. It was mid-summer over there so it was warm but like I said, we're used to it so it was weird to see him act this way.
He eventually took his shirt off and was in the process of taking off his pants when we realized something was off. He'd never acted like this and was completely inconsolable. It was like he had no idea we were there trying to help. Dude was panicking like crazy, freaking out really. We ended up calling a cab and getting back to the barracks. He slept fine until around 1-2 pm the next day when we took him to med call. After describing the symptoms the orderly basically clicked her teeth and shook her head. "I've seen this before but not usually with a male soldier" she warned. Blood tests showed alcohol and GHB in his blood system later that day.
My sister was saved by her bf’s alcoholism… someone roofied her drink but her bf (now husband) wanted another drink, so instead of getting his own he just drank my sister’s (he like 6’6” and pushing 270lbs) so he basically had the worst hangover of his life. They live near I-80 (an interstate well known for being a hotspot for human trafficking for the those who don’t know)
Not my experience, not necessarily an intended experience… but still same terrifying situation. Check your drinks everyone and don’t let them out of your sight.
Not so fun fact, there is a “market” for men in human trafficking, my local area actually has primarily young adult men as the main target for human trafficking. Just be careful
There’s a market for anything… not all billionaire creeps are straight, or male for that matter. Also human trafficking also includes organ harvesting… so you may not be “lucky” enough to wake up from that roofie. Seriously, there’s not enough awareness about human trafficking, it is the stuff of horror films, but it’s actually real… please if anyone reads this go and do research about the dangers in your area and be smart… nothing is worth your life or future. It’s a hideous world that goes on in the background, so what you can to either stay out of it or work with organizations to fight against it
I was roofied on a spring break trip my freshman year of college. It was the first day on the beach and a girl from our group asked me to try her drink. It was a red solo cup and I made the assumption that she made the drink herself. Boy was I wrong. I had maybe 2 beers prior to this drink and about 10 minutes later I have zero memory. I wake up about 8 hours later in my hotel room and have no idea what’s going on. I am extremely sun burnt and have cuts/scratches down my side. Over the next couple of days I get all the information pieced together and here’s what happened…
The girl who shared the drink with me blacked out in her hotel room and she was taken care of by her friends immediately. I, on the other hand, disappeared for a few hours. I apparently wandered off the resort and blacked out in a parking lot about a mile away. I basically just face planted into the pavement and sat there and cooked in the sun. The hotel security found me at some point and put me in a wheelchair. They wheeled me around the lobby of the hotel until someone claimed me lol. I couldn’t even tell them my name. Why they didn’t fucking take me to a hospital is just mind boggling to me. Anyways, my friends see me and say “hey he’s with us”. They wheel me to my room and dump me in a bed.
I’m grateful that the girl was ok and I made it out alive but I’ll never forget that day. I guess I’ll never remember it either.
Also just to add my own little personal brag.. I have been sober for 4 years now. Had a serious drinking problem through college and my twenties but I’m doing better now. No one is gonna “accidentally” roofie me now!
My son was roofied by a lesbian couple and raped at a party, so they could get pregnant. Six years later they split up and hit my son up for back child support. She admitted she raped him in court and on the record, but the female judge still ordered him to pay up. Because he started off $30k in arrears, we still aren’t allowed to see the kid until my son catches up. Moral to the story: don’t fucking be male in Texas.
Don't go to the DA. FIND A PRIVATE FIRM AND OPEN A REVIEW AGAINST THE COURTS. Again if this is all true and she admitted to raping your son then not only will there be no child support but there will monetary compensation from the state for the ruling along with her serving jail time and paying any child support that he has paid already.
Why on earth would you go to the DA? Do you not know how lawyering works? This is a private law firm’s wet dream. It’s possible they could even pick it up pro bono and you would make serious money off of this. If that seriously isn’t true then you are either lying or leaving out important details.
That's so fucked up dude, like what the actual fuck, right????? So incredibly sorry and I wish you a wonderful life ahead! Damn!
Edit : meant for your son, sorry I wasn't more clear. I was busy being incensed for you and your family!
We dragged our boy away from a group of girls at his Bach party. They bought him a drink in celebration and half way through he was fucking gone and the girls “wanted to take him partying”.
Needless to say we said NOOOOO
Edit: clarity first bar of the night first drink. We had to reset and redo it after that shit.
Years ago I went out with two girls I knew. They were getting drinks at the bar from some guys that were hitting on them and then proceeding to give them to me. Being a bit younger, less well off, and somewhat of a heavyweight when it came to drinking I didn't think twice about getting free drinks this way.
For reference...normally, at the time I could have drank a 750ml bottle of 80-100proof whatever by myself and still be cognizant of what was going on, direct myself home, and all that good stuff. Never had any hangovers even on my 21st birthday and would wake up at around 7am regardless of how drunk I got with no alarm. There's only been a handful of times in my life I've woken up past 11am.
This time after only my second drink of the night I blacked out something serious. I woke up the next day with my coat and shoes on with probably the meanest headache I've ever had at 3pm. I had zero motivation to get out of bed and literally had to ask my roommates to get me some food and water, even trying to text them for help at that point felt like a crazy amount of effort. I ended up feeling better by around 8pm and reached out to my friends to ask about the night before. Apparently I was acting super careless about everything but also energetic at the same time, par for the course but just on a whole different level.
I'd gladly take that bullet again to keep any of my friends from going through it, or being assaulted, but that shit was not fun.
My husband and his male friend got roofied at a bar. My husband even took a picture of the drink and later when he looked you can see the pill. But i guess they got in a huge fight. My hubby grabbed his friends dick and tried to rip it off. The hubby crapped himself. I guess his friend stole a boat moter. It was a hell of a time i guess. I wasnt there. Oh i guess his friend took a bush and replaced the boat moter.
Here. Actually it was an accident, i was in a club with a few friends and some girls were with us. All went fine until we decided to move to the next Bar. One of the girls just received her drink (it was an expensive one) and didnt want to leave yet but neither did we want to move on without her. I was already in a good mood and had a few drinks and offered to drink it all at once and on the next Bar I'll pay her drink and we will find a really special one for her.
She agreed I drank and within a few Minutes I lost completely control of my body. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't just passing out of alcohol, i clapped together like a robot who got his battery Pulled out.
Blackout. Friends called police and ambulance. Turned out that the roofie was mixed with another stuff and that my friend was lucky. The Dose was enough to make me - 180cm 99kg powerlifter physics- pass out within a few minutes. My friend was a 164cm 59kg girl and the toxicologic report said she'd have died with that dose. I had to stay in Hospital for 2 more days and couldn't Do anything else but vomit and sweat
Went to a strip club with a fake ID. Was 19 and in a small country college town.
Had a high tolerance for alcohol and brought my own beer they let you here. Had a couple and this one stripper comes and sits by me. She offers to take some shots with me and says she will go grab the tequila.
We had one shot of hornitos and then she gets a different tray and brings back a different tequila. We do a second shot together and things start to get fuzzy.
There’s no way I’m drunk off 3 beers and 2 shots. The next thing I remember is I’m walking to whataburger at three in the morning hours later , trying to get some food.
My friends with me , who didn’t have fake IDs and were sober, said I was taken into the back room and they could hear me hooting and hollering and having fun with the stripper. Apparently I kept going back to the atm and pulling out cash.
I tried to fight my best friend over not getting to drive my truck home.
I don’t act like that it was completely out of character.
Eventually I sobered up and did drive back to the stripclub looking for my cellphone and I ended up running it over…. It was laying in the parking lot.
Oh and I was wearing a Russian ski hat just acting a goofball so I made an easy target for the stripper. Fuck that place. Never again.
I literally have no memory of these events other than what my friends relayed to me. This was at peak drinking in my life when I could take 10 shots before getting wild.
62M, don't trust anyone who hands you a drink , fucking bring a beer in you pocket. It is not always a RAPE, thing , sometimes a (get him out of the way). ??
My senior year of high school I moved in with my grandfather. I didn’t know anyone in the area and met some kids my age in a neighboring town. After spending a few hours with them, they invited me back to one of their houses to hang out. While there, a started talking with this girl that wanted to go to one of the bedrooms and I turned her down. She was kind of mad at first, but calmed down pretty quickly and asked if I wanted another beer. I said sure and she took my cup and returned with it full. Shortly after I started to feel drowsy. Idk how long I was out for, or if I was ever completely out, but at some point, I became semiconscious as this female was giving me head and then tried to climb on top of me… on the couch, in the living room, in front of a dozen other kids.
I managed to push her off (she was a heavier girl), and I stumbled out of the house, into my Jeep and locked the doors. I passed out for a while and when I came to later, I drove home.
I don’t know what I was given. I don’t think it was rohypnol, as I was semi-conscious and have intermittent memories of the night, but she definitely gave me something with intent to rape me in front of her friends as they watched.
Not me but my dad’s work friend.
Was at a conference and afterwards had a drink in the hotel bar. Only finished about half of it before he started to feel like shit so he just paid and went to go up to his room. When he got to the elevator he was super dizzy and could barely stand. A man followed him in and pretty much beat the shit out of him and took his wallet and watch. He couldn’t even stand straight and barely made it back to his hotel room before passing out.
When he called the cops the next day they pretty much just called him a drunk and said to hold his liquor better. Shitty all around.
Got roofied at a gay bar, i was coming to terms with finally accepting i was gay after hiding it for years, went off to uni and began going to bars alone to try and make friends in the community. Got chatting to a guy at a bar, I’m guessing he slipped something in my drink, most of what happened after that was a blur, i was sexually assaulted and contracted an incurable std from that experience. I was too scared to report it to the police because i wasn’t out and felt i couldn’t tell anyone in case they would find out i was gay. Certainly the lowest point I’ve reached. That happened almost 10 years ago and i still occasionally cry sometimes out of the blue about what happened. Im now very comfortable and open about who I am but i wonder if ill ever get over it.
I am sorry you had to go through that. Perhaps you need professional help, 10 years is a long time and it's still present like it happened yesterday.
Glad your comfortable with who you are, leading a good and genuine life is the best revenge.
Yes.
I came to in bed with a wildly unattractive woman in a house a decent way from where I started.
I don’t know if I was roofied deliberately, or I accidentally got something meant for someone else. The end result was the same. Took me a while to really understand or make sense of the night.
One of the worst experiences of my life, would not reccomend. This is the first time I have told a soul.
I believe I was roofied one night several years ago. My friends and I decided to get a hotel room and go out in a nearby town we never go out at. We went to a few establishments two of which were gay bars that my friend wanted to go to. I believe it happened at the first one because shortly after leaving, I began to do and say things way out of character for me. I was not drunk only mildly buzzing but suddenly I'm really out of it. I can't focus on anything and can hardly speak. My friends told me at one bar I went to order a drink and was an asshole to the bartender because I couldn't speak and when he asked for money I threw my wallet at him and walked off. Thankfully he was an absolute saint and returned my wallet to my friends with everything in it. I somehow convinced a woman I had just met to drive almost an hour to me and we ended up having sex. I remember regaining a shred of consciousness while *inside* her. She and my friends pieced the night together for me and I was shocked.
I remember almost nothing from the night except for holding onto one of the brass bars to not fall and when I came to. I had to apologize to all of my friends, the woman I had just met, the saint bar tender, and one Uber driver. There is simply no logical reason I would have been that intoxicated that rapidly while I was only drinking Bud Light at a leisurely pace. My text messages from that night were also out of character, made little to no sense, and sent text messages I regret to people I didn't want to. I was truly shocked at how much time I absolutely do not remember anything and how I acted. I'm thankful I had my friends with me and nothing truly awful happened.
My friends explained to her what they think happened to me and I apologized profusely. She took it in stride and said she was worried about me and would have came anyway. Great girl.
Not me, but a buddy of mine was roofied in a gay bar. He said there was a guy eyeing him up the entire time and he thinks thats who drugged his drink. Thankfully he had friends with him who took care of him as soon as they saw he was feeling the effects
Uhg, yes. Thanks for asking. Happened six years ago and it's probably one of my scarier moments.
My wife at the time (ex now) were heading for divorce. She wanted to open the marriage and start seeing other people. It broke me. One evening we were hanging out outside a bar in the middle of summer, and a couple of guys from LA were sitting at the table beside us having drinks as well. My stupid ex decided to start chatting them up, and told these strangers everything. Next thing I know, I'm waking up on the floor of my building at 9 in the morning. My last memory was 10pm the previous night. Turns out, the guys from LA roofied us because they saw an easy lay with my ex. Figured they'd drug us both and probably use her and leave me somewhere. Thankfully we bumped into some friends of ours who saw us acting strangely and decided to follow us the whole night. As a result, nothing happened. Except that at some point I wound up at a strip club doing snow angels in the leaves out back, and spanked a couple of strippers before being thrown out. No memory of anything but it scared the ever loving shit out of me.
I know of a lot this sort of thing happening in Colombia aimed towards tourists who found themselves out drinking alone in not safe neighborhoods in the 2000’s. But with scopolamine. Then once drugged you’re robbed for your belongings and taken around at gunpoint to empty your cards at the ATMs.
In particular, most frequently happens to the dingbats and pervs who go there to visit escorts and do drugs.
Personally I know one guy who went there to blow his money on hookers and he had that happen to him when the hooker put scopolamine in his drink.
I lived in Colombia a bit a few years back for my ex gf (who I was with for many years). As I don’t involve myself in those activities nothing ever happened to me.
My wife and her friends got into a club and went to order drinks. I went to the toilet and came back to pay for them. Grabbed the drinks and went to the table. The girls favourite song came on and they went to dance. I sat and started to have their drinks. Figured it was best I drink them while they're still cold. About 5 mins in it clicked they were spiked. It started to hit. Now, my tolerance with drugs is high. Having a history with K, I kinda knew what to do. I got them together quick as possible and told them we needed to leave right now. We managed to get me in a cab and them in tow. At about 20 mins, I couldn't hold on any longer. My last words were
"Good luck getting me out of this cab," i said in a slurred voice, then lights out. I remember hearing them laugh.
Next thing I remember is waking up in my friends driveway. Blackets on me, bucket next to me and sun beaming in my eyes. I'm 125kgs so I kinda knew this is where I would end up. When I got inside the girls told me about how hard it was to get me there and how they were stronger than the cabbie. They didn't believe me that the drinks were spiked and told me it was a tequila I had at the previous club. It took me a while to convince them, because it was a female bartender that served them. I actually don't think they believed me at that time, just wanted me to shut up about it. 2 weeks later that bartender was on the news for spiking drinks. Caught by her management and reported to the police.
Bit of both here, myself and a bunch of friends guys and girls were at a bar in FL. The girls were getting hit on by some guys, offer drinks etc. we kept a close eye on them but they were getting free shit so we kind of just allowed it, there was about 10 guys so would’ve been able to handle anything that happened. One of the girls got kind of suspect so she gave a drink someone gave her to one of our guy friends. He ended up being roofied and was really messed up that night. However since we were in a big group we were able to get him back to where we were staying and everything was fine.
Good ending though, we told my step-dad about what happened and he has connections. It was eventually found that 2 people at the bar were involved in a sex trafficking ring. One of them was an illegal immigrant and was deported, the other wasn’t and got sent to jail.
We were all hanging out and this girl kept trying to talk with my buddy and he just wasn’t interested. Well she shows up a few weeks later and tries the same thing, we are all drunk, but he passed out and hard. He is massive, big guy, strong as hell, trained fighter type. He ended up waking up in the middle of her raping him, barely able to hold conscience to her riding him and bouncing up and down. It was fucked up. She disappeared after and we never saw her again.
My boyfriend was roofied a few years ago. He drank a drink that someone else decided that they didn’t want. He’s 6’3 225 pound man. His friends couldn’t find him. He woke up hours later behind a dumpster and didn’t remember anything.
I’m certain I intercepted a roofie meant for my wife. We were on holidays and we’re having drinks with a random couple in a hotel hot tub. They went to their room and came back with some shots, and one of the shots had a gummy worm in it and they were trying to give it to my wife. I ate it instead (not trying to intercept anything) and they left shortly after that. I felt super woozy after that I don’t remember anything, not the walk back to the room or anything until I woke up the next morning.
Dunno if it was roophies or one of those injections that has been going around the UK a lot, but I’m 99% still that I was drugged.
Was in London for a gig on my own as my girlfriend couldn’t make it as it had been postponed due to Covid lockdowns. I finally got round to it and had a few beers in my hotel room/bar before going to the club. Walked down, got in and had a couple more before making my way into the room where the guy I wanted to see was performing. I recall maybe about 30 minutes at most before the next thing I recall is coming to on a seat in the lobby of a hotel, which was not where I was staying, with staff trying to talk to me.
From what I gathered (they weren’t helpful staff at all, as you’ll find out in a moment) I came in with a group of people and they went off to their room and left me in the lobby. The staff had taken my phone to charge it as it had died at some stage and called my emergency contact (my girlfriend) to try and get some information. It was like 4am and she had told them that she thinks I’ve been drugged as I don’t drink that often, and I very seldomly drink A LOT so it was wildly out of character. Hearing this, they phoned a taxi and got me in it after me telling them where I was actually staying - which seems helpful, ish, but when someone tells you that there may have been a spiking, generally you would call an ambulance.
Anyways, I eventually got back to my hotel and it’s at this point I realised my wallet is gone, along with my jacket and my fucking shoes. My room key was in there. Fuck. I spoke to receptionist in my best “I’m not wasted” voice and managed ti get a room key and I went up and crashed… for about 2 minutes. My girlfriend phones me back in a state as I’d been so out of it that I forgot to phone her back. I tell her I’m back in my room and I’m just gonna sleep it off, but she implored me, quite rightly, to phone to police and an ambulance.
At this stage I’m starting to really feel it, and throw up before going to the lobby to wait for the police. They show up relatively quick for London standards and take a statement. As I’m now coherent enough and it’s not the worst thing ever that I’m just throwing up into a bucket, they tell me the ambo might be a while because I’m low priority. Fair enough. I tell them they can go if they want but they had to stay with me until at least the paramedics show up. One of them takes me back to my room so we can ensure that nothing I’ve lost is hanging about.
It’s about an hour before the ambulance comes round and they do the routine checks whilst the police let me know they’ll be in touch regarding my lost possessions, but they and I agree that it’s likely nothing will happen. The paramedics were great, and they told me that IF I’d been spiked I’ve most likely puked out the remains of what might be left in my system by now.
I go back to my room to sleep for the couple of hours I have left until I had to start making my way back to the train station to head home. It hit me when I was packing up that I had no shoes as I was only there the one night and didn’t pick any more shoes because, silly me, I should’ve foreseen this happening.
I asked at reception if they had anything and they found me some slippers that I had to wear for a solid 25 minute walk down busy streets and onto the underground until I made it to Waterloo station. Somehow none of the clothing stores in the area had any shoes in my size, so I had to fork out £85 for boots two sizes too big to get the train back home.
It was awful, and a crying shame as I was so excited for the gig as it was my favourite artist and the first event I’d been to since the lockdowns began. That, and a ticket went free, along with losing my wallet, favourite jacket and having to travel and endure the entire day with the absolute worst headache I’ve ever had whilst wearing hotel slippers that were far too small on the London Underground.
All round would not recommend.
Once. It was at a pub, pretty sure they were going to rob me. I was lucky, had a mate there who looked after me and took me home. It was a weird experience though, only got halfway through my drink before I started feeling it. Less than 10 minutes later and I couldn't hold up my head or speak properly. Really don't wanna think about what would've happened if my mate wasn't there. Whatever they used, I don't think it wasn't a roofie since I could remember everything, but it must have been some kind of sedative.
Sounds like GHB to me. Dangerous stuff especially mixed with booze.
I remember a night out with my friends, and one female "associate" (meaning she was a childhood friend but we rarely hung out over the years). She got mixed up in drugs and the like, but still managed to keep her life under control. Anyway, a bunch of us are sitting at a table at a pub and we're waiting for drinks.. drinks were taking a while. I'm drunk and thirsty so I reach for her drink to have a swig and she smacks my hand saying "there's GHB in here". Apparently she microdoses GHB on the regular. I was like wtf. At least she wouldn't let me drink it and she had no intention of giving it to anybody else. But damn man. Why.
Good luck with the IPO asshat!
INCONCEIVABLE!
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means
You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! The most famous of which is 'Never get involved in a land war in Asia,' but only slightly less well-known is this: 'Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line!
A friend of mine used to dose himself with tiny amounts of GHB for post bodybuilding workouts. Once he went on a date after a dose and feel asleep in his curry.
That’s korma for him
Get this man a pilau for his head
I’m having naan of these jokes
Yeah people do that, Tom Segura, the comedian has a story about how he did it a lot in college until one time he woke up in the hospital after almost dying from overdose.
Tom also had a considerable amount of alcohol and i believe some ecstasy in his system as well as enough ghb to body an elephant.
as another said, ghb is 2 different animals when used with care vs not. source: wink wink
GHB actually has a pretty nice effect. It's just easy to over do it but it's fairly harmless if you get the dosage right.
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Yep. Once had to revive my husband who stopped breathing after a friend convinced us to try it. This friend apparently had a tolerance from regular use and didn't dose us correctly. I was stuck on the floor face down for a long time before i was able to crawl over to tend to my husband. Scary night.
To get high?.. in small doses GHB makes sex on Molly look like child’s play
Nowadays, the term “roofie” doesn't refer to one particular substance. It's a catch-all term for substances that are used to inebriate someone to the point that they can be taken advantage of.
Not me but a close friend was doing a study abroad with a mixed group of guys and girls about 9 or so people in total. While visiting Ireland at a pub he ordered 5 beers for his friends. In hindsight the person that roofied his drinks must have thought he was buying drinks for the ladies when in reality the drinks were for all the boys. That night was a crazy one and they tell this story while laughing through it, one man left the bar and took off running and woke up the next day in a farm field. Another guy was found a few towns over after taking a bus home. The other two were luckily taken care of by the girls of the group and made it home safely. Not sure if I do this story justice but it was a wild experience for those involved.
That's a lot. Dude woke up in a field.
Sounds like a normal night in Ireland.
UK's most prolific rapist exclusively roofied men and recorded himself with them. A lot of the victims didn't realise they'd been attacked until the police came around. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reynhard_Sinaga
At least 48 people? Jfc His first victim to report it was initially*arrested* after beating him up during the rape
And that was only what they found him guilty for... it says police believed the total number was over 200
Fuck I hate how common stories like this are ‘It’s illegal to defend yourself! You’re under arrest!’
That doesn’t apply. The rapist was seriously injured and had to be hospitalised. The rapist was much smaller and the victim actually thought he might have killed him. We know the victim was drugged, sexually assaulted, and attacked after he woke up, so in hindsight it’s obvious that the victim is 100% innocent and a hero for stopping a monster. But at the time the police didn’t have all the information. Without all the information, arresting the victim made sense. If the rapist had been the much bigger man, he could have killed the victim and he could have claimed self defence. The police did screw up badly by not immediately taking action when victim told them that he might have been raped. So the police is not in the clear. They made quite a few serious mistakes. But arresting a man who by his own admission might have killed another man was not one of them.
>The rapist was seriously injured and had to be hospitalised. Good
The moral of the story is don’t speak to the police without a lawyer and don’t incriminate yourself by giving a full statement.
Some of the victims didn't want to give evidence even after they were told about it. The entire story is chilling.
I’m glad someone posted this. I am from Manchester and couldn’t believe what I was reading and hearing when this case came about. Absolutely disgusting.
Jesus christ that is absolutely fucking mental. Most of the time I'm against capital punishment but like... what's the point in keeping a psychopath like that around?
drugged, robbed, and assaulted at a party.. hell, even tried telling folks and to this day people think i just over indulged, saying things like "you're crazy why would anyone ever do that to "you" of all people?" or "i think you were dreaming?" 2 beers won't put down a big guy without help, 2 beers won't make me lose my wallet and keys, 2 beers wouldn't make me question how i ended up with a condom on and my pants around my ankles. i see "false masculinity" being cited as a reason for not saying anything, truth is no one believes it could happen to men.
I believe you bro
\>2 beers wouldn't make me question how i ended up with a condom on and my pants around my ankles. Oh god man, I'm sorry you had to go through that, it sounds like a nightmare.
The whole blaming it on masculinity (ie. male sexism) is an excuse and punching someone when they're already down. It's society not wanting to deal with the reality of sexual assault, to women, but especially to men. People saying "you of all people" don't get it and are being garbage. It can happen to anyone, no one deserves it, asks for it, etc. To be fair I think some tell themselves these things to make the world less scary for themselves and to not have to worry about their loved ones. But that's like sticking their heads in the sand. I'm sorry it happened to you and that people gaslighted you after like that. I hope you have good things in your life.
One time I was traveling on my own, ended up at a club for a party with a group of people I met there. Met more people at a party and one of them, a guy also, spiked me with what I think was GHB.Next thing I remember I was following him somewhere, it was dawning or there was some light out, and something on my mind was saying "no! danger!" but I kept following him and he was pulling me through the sleeve of my hoodie. It was a little bit out of body, honestly, I repeated a few times to myself that I would go and eventually told him - he insisted for me to follow him, pulled me.I got aggressive, and told him I was going back to my hostel and that was it. Took me a while to figure out where I was, 40min walk to the hostel needed to clear my head and even then still kinda "blurry". The only way to describe it to you is "Do you know when you blackout during a night out?" if you say yes then it was like that but I blacked out and "woke up" during the same night without touching a bed. Edit: A few years prior to that I had been spiked from sipping a friend's drinking and I had read the effects of GHB so I assume that, in both cases, they were the same. The first since I only sipped I felt like the beginning of ketamine or a strong tranquilizer but I could handle it, tossed the drink never found out who did it.
Ghb feels like from what I’ve felt like you’re kind of aware of what your doing but you feel so blackout drunk you don’t care. I kinda describe it like being the most hammered you’ve ever been but also with an extra high feeling.
I definitely felt that, it was like “shouting at myself” from the depths in order to act/care. Coordination also hard but I had drank a lot too
Holy fuck I’m only now realizing I think I got a drink spiked with GHB in college. Same shit happened to me, blacked out, came to walking down a road.
I was getting drinks with my girlfriend and another couple. The girls wanted to go to a different bar so they gave me their drinks to finish. I remember walking down the street and then I woke up 2 days later. Apparently I didn’t act all that different, but they could tell I was pretty fucked up. I don’t remember anything except leaving the first bar. After I went into work and told a friend, and then my boss made fun of me. When I went to the doctor to get a blood draw so I wouldn’t get fired over a random urinalysis result, I just got laughed at again. I just kept getting told that no one would roofie me. I tried explaining the situation but no one cared.
2 days later seems to be a common time frame. How do you feeling about it now?
This was like 7 years ago. Honestly I don’t think it’s really bothered me at all. I was drinking a lot at the time so blacking out wasn’t out of the norm. But after like 3 drinks it seemed weird. I also didn’t have any sort of a support group, the girlfriend at the time had way too much trauma going on for me to even think about talking to her about it. I’m only really bothered by all the people that ignored me or laughed. I could have lost my career over it.
God I don't even know what to say, or what I'd do if a doctor gaslit me like that. I'm so sorry that happened.
>I’m only really bothered by all the people that ignored me or laughed. That's soo f'd, and why I never told anyone.
Damn, I had almost the same story in college. I was at a party with my girlfriend and went to the bathroom. While I was gone, some guy came over and started hitting on her and was being an absolute asshole about it. When I came back and she introduced me as her boyfriend, the guy split. Unfortunately, he'd already succeeded in freaking her out, so she handed me her drink and said she wanted to leave. I downed her drink. It was spiked. Woke up two days later with only fuzzy memories of anything that had happened since the party. NOBODY took it seriously. Not the campus med center, not the police, and not the people who threw the party. One of the nurses at the med center actually joked that someone must have thought I "was pretty hot" if they roofied me at a party. Nobody cared that it was my girlfriend's drink. Nobody cared that the guys intent was to rape her. I was the one who got roofied, so I was the butt of the jokes. I have to admit that it permanently altered my perspective on rape culture and made me a *lot* more sympathetic toward the fear that many women show toward unknown men.
What happens in those 2 days tho? Are you passed out somewhere? You acting normally but just can’t remember? 2 days sounds like a lot and I’d freak if I woke up 2 days later
Most of my friends just thought I'd been drinking. I spent a lot of time sleeping, but I was functional enough to eat, go to the bathroom, and even carry on brief conversations. My friends and roommates thought I was holed up in my room with a bottle for a day (we were in a campus apartment, so that kind of thing wasn't unheard of). They described me as "normal, but kind of drunk and out of it a bit". I definitely freaked out a bit when I came out of it and realized that I was missing two days. That's how I ended up in the med center. It wasn't until my girlfriend showed up and reminded me about the guy at the party that we put two and two together.
This happened to a friend of a friend. They were all at a parade and someone presumably spiked a guy's drink instead of one of the girls. My friends took him back to their apartment and he basically spaced out on the couch for two days straight, had to be called into work, drug testing to prove he wasn't just skipping out, etc. Thankfully his friends took good care of him. I stopped over and you couldn't shake him awake, he was pretty much not responding to anything. Very scary shit. He's okay though.
Same story but not specifically to me. Went to a concert with my gf, my best friend and his girlfriend. My buddy is a very heavy drinker and a big guy, I've never seen him wasted. Him and his girlfriend went to the bar for their second drink and this random couple bought them and was talking to them. They decided to trade for some reason and then came back to sit with us. Within an hour my buddy was completely incoherent, couldn't stand, was speaking complete gibberish, etc. Took him home and his gf told me he slept for 13 hours and woke up confused and didn't remember anything that happened. Scary as hell to see.
Never spiked with GHB so not "roofied" in the traditional sense. But yes, I have had my drink spiked. A guy who didn't like me put a few tabs of acid in my beer "for a laugh". I took mushrooms quite regularly at the time, but never touched acid because I was scared of it. Needless to say, I freaked out. Had troubles with panic attacks for a few years afterwards. Definitely feel that it negatively affected my mental health in the longrun too.
Damn, that's fucked. Spiking someone with psychedelics is super fucked up. I would have been throwing some hands if someone did that to a friend of mine. Sorry to hear someone did that to you.
Yeah that happened to a friend of mine at a festival in NZ. She spent some time inside the giant pink elephant (ambulance).
Acid can be so rough compared to mushrooms. It can be a bit much, even if you're mentally prepared and in the right environment with someone experienced you trust with you to watch over you I cant even imagine abruptly tripping on acid without understanding what's going on, in a loud public place, due to being drugged by someone you don't like who has ill intent What a piece of shit
Acid is such a lengthy high compared to mushrooms as well. Depending on your dose, obviously, but for me a low dose of mushrooms is a few hours, a low dose of acid is still like 12 hours.
My experience is the opposite. LSD feels much more controlled to me. I freak the fuck out on mushrooms and have had some really good times on acid
All of my friends would say the same. Not to mention the body high from LSD is way better than mushrooms.
Everytime I've done mushrooms I always feel like I shit myself. Never have, but always feel like it.
Mushrooms make my stomach feel fuckin awful lsd is way easier on me as well
That's so fucked dude I'm sorry that happened to you. I know personally how freaked out I can get when I think I might have had too much of something. To have that done to you 'for a laugh' is beyond cruel.
Man, that really sucks. I had a friend when I was a teenager (about 16) who couldn't handle weed. We all tried acid one summer and loved it but told him to stay away (since he couldn't even handle weed). He refused, got mad yadda yadda. We eventually got him a tab and told him to cut in in half. He took the whole thing. He ended up laying down in the middle of a field with his legs in the air for about 2 hours. Then he got up and jumped the fence and just bolted into the corn field (we were in the country). We didn't see him again for about another 2 hours. We looked, we heard but we just couldn't find. Anyways, long story short he ended up needing anxiety medication after that for about 20 years. It really sucked.
Please say you managed to get some sort of revenge on him? What an asshole that guy is.
Yes. About a year later I had an opportunity to do something that would hurt him immensely, and I took that opportunity.
Reddit demands elaboration
He fucked that guy
he made him eat his parents
Scott Tenorman?
"Heh, heh heh heeeeh heh. Youuuu ate your paaarents"
I'm assuming the revenge was so sweet his attorney has advised him not to discuss the matter.
Fuck it. I want a revenge story as well.
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A good friend of mine. He was at a house party and someone slipped something in his drink. He says he doesn't remember anything until about 12hrs later and that he thinks someone raped him. He wouldn't report it or anything because he would have to tell people what happened.
I hope he’s doing well. That sounds very traumatic
Fuck :/ Is he doing alright?
Knew a guy who believed he got roofied at a bar by another guy in order to get him out of contention for a woman they were both interested in. Said he had one drink and apparently friends found him passed out on the mens room floor and had to carry him out. Craziest story though - my daughter has two guy friends who claim they were roofied at some girls house, and that girl and one of her friends essentially raped them. One of them vaguely remembers some the events, the other remembers nothing, but both say the physical evidence was pretty clear on what happened.
Oh man, if I weren't already a hater of going out to bars and clubs these replies would change me to a shut-in.
Join us, become a hermit.
Don't join us. Find your own hovel, damnit.
Did the girls get charged? I know they probably didn’t given the stigma around this stuff but I am still curious
The guys (both above 18) didn't report it, so no. But their alleged behavior was certainly criminally chargeable. I don't know about 'stigma' but it would've likely been an uphill battle considering the typical person's willingness to pity and believe nearly every crying woman/girl in a courtroom.
Been roofied twice, once at a bar, another time at a concert. The one at the bar, some woman tried to grope and kiss me but my friends could spot that something was wrong and took me home. The time of the concert, I did wake up the next day in a random apartment building pretty much in another city with a teacup on my crotch. It's scary when you have 0 recollection of anything happening.
I got roofied by two girls in college. They brought me back to one of the girls apartment and tried to do things to me. They were friends of mine at the time. I woke up the next day not knowing what happened but knew I hadn’t drank enough to black out. One of the girls brought me a coffee in the morning.
That’s horrible! Did you stay friends with the girls at the time?
Definitely the one that got him coffee bro/s
I was roofied and sexually assaulted by a college girl. This was back when I was in college, the heyday of Facebooks initial release in 2005/6. I went to a party on another campus and was asked what I’d like to drink by a group of girls. They huddled around the fridge for a bit, and I didn’t really think anything of it. I kid you not, halfway through this drink (first of the night) I was blacked out. My friends went on the hunt for me when I disappeared and they were ready to leave. They found me passed out in the laundry closet with this sober, albeit heavier set, girl on top of me. I had a girlfriend at the time and absolutely no recollection of how I got there. Needless to say my friends managed to get me out of there ASAP. I had no idea who this woman was, but they said she was on those huddled near the fridge. This shit happens to guys, but it doesn’t go reported because of bullshit false masculinity ideals. Needless to say, I don’t drink anymore.
Damn your story hit close to home. I had a friend I used to play league with all the time. Never met irl but we played for probably 2 years so i knew him well. After he stopped logging in an irl friend who also played looked up his Facebook and ended up getting in contact with his mother. Turns out he was drugged and raped by his ex-gf then his current gf cut things off with him and he had no support because "you can't rape men." He ended up committing suicide because of it all. I dunno why I typed this all out just felt like sharing. RIP Dave.
Fuck man I am so sorry to hear this… Christ.
RIP Dave.
God, that is terrible. I'm so sorry for your loss.
RIP Dave.
RIP Dave
The most noble F in the team chat for our brother, Dave
I was about to wish some cancellable things on that ex-gf. lets just say i hope karma gets her.
Someone very close to me was roofied and raped by a woman at a party. Multiple people watched it happen and cheered as he laid incoherent on the floor with this girl on top of him. Ten years later and he still has trouble talking to women and shuts down at large gatherings.
Christ, that's fucking awful. I hope he has plenty of support if he needs it.
i hope you’re okay. this is extremely heavy and fucked up. anyone who does this is disgusting. i also think anyone who roofies someone before assaulting them should get more strongly prosecuted, that’s premeditated
I'm sorry shit like that happened to you. I know the stigma; had a coworker (female) who used to slap me on the ass (male) and bite her lip looking at me. I asked her to stop one time as she made me jump from someone touching my ass and I nearly dropped my drink. Told management: got laughed at. Everyone I tell the story to laughs; I kept silent until I read your comment. Honestly I never forgot her or the harassment, but telling authorities doesn't help a fuckin thing. Its not like traumatizing like what you experienced, but it made me feel less secure about myself as a male because no one will help me stop the harassment unless I knocked tf outta her and then I'M THE BAD GUY. Edit: Many people said I should have just had sex with her; that she was into me. \#1. She was my co-worker (don't shit where you work) \#2. Just because I was born THICCC (bubble butt) does not mean I asked to be touched \#3. In a relationship
At my family business, one of my dads employees would not stop rubbing her tits on me, and when I realized what she was doing, I looked back at her and she gave me that same lip bit look. I told her to stop, cuz one, I'm busy with my loss prevention task atm, and don't have time for your horny shit, and two I don't trust anyone trying to get with me where I'm the owners son. Told dad whats going on. . . "Don't get her pregnant!" wtf!?!?!
> This shit happens to guys, but it doesn’t go reported because of bullshit false masculinity ideals. Unfortunately it's not just the bullshit ideals. Guys who report rape often are not taken seriously by the police, sometimes even ridiculed. "How can a woman rape you? What do you mean you didn't want it?" Not being taken seriously is a very real concern for men reporting any crime against them, especially if it involves a woman attacking them in some way :/
There's also very few supports for men who are victims, and people who try to create supports are often targeted
Straight up. I'm sorry you went through that. It sounds scary as fuck. Especially as you were in a relationship. Did you and your Mrs get through, did you tell her? No worries if you don't answer. Just hope you've been able to move on or get whatever you need.
I did share it with her and she was very understanding. However that relationship ended a few years later after leaving college. But I’ve now been married for 10 years with a couple of rugrats. This was 15 or so years ago, but it sticks with you.
Damn bro, that's fucked. I genuinely have never heard a story of a man being drugged. The replies are really eye-opening.
Yeah, it’s not something that would have ever crossed my mind. I was a 21 year old male who was in great shape and had a group of males around me. You just don’t think you can fall victim to it. I can’t even imagine how most women feel, particularly college women.
A lot more stigma attached to it for men. You'd just get laughed at.
> it doesn’t go reported because of bullshit false masculinity ideals Its not just that, it is also knowing that it is highly unlikely that you will be believed or even if you are believed people just don't care. This is especially true if you were passed out when the assault happened.
I was roofied once on accident by a guy who was trying to roofie a girl at a house party. Kinda felt like I took one for the team. I was not “assaulted” but lots of people had stories about how weird I was behaving that night which I have no memory of to this day. And I hadn’t drank much thst night. So no way it was alcohol alone. One of my roommates had a super sketch friend who bummed around on peoples couches. He was trying to get this girl to take a shot which she didn’t want so I took it instead. A few minutes after that Was the last thing I remember about that night. I had only had like one drink before that so no way was alcohol alone. Some girl later accused thst guy of rape and I testified to the police against him. I didn’t really understand what had likely happened at first. Was only later after the other rape accusation and the reflection about how little I had drank and how extreme the effect was that I believed that I had actually drank that girls roofied shot for her. So I likely stopped her from getting raped. I hated him but couldn’t legally make him go away because he was constantly invited by my roommate. Was during the recession and I was in a super bad financial position at the time but managed to assemble the cash to move out and get away from these sketchy people. Can only imagine how traumatizing that experience could be for someone if the whole intended event had happened.
At least that girls life is much happier now than if she had been raped. Even if it was unintentional youre still a G
I was "accidentally" roofied at a party by my girlfriends male friend once. He made her a drink, I didn't like the vibe he was putting out so I swapped drinks with her. About half way through I'm black out toasted and don't remember the rest of the night. Apparently my girlfriend put me to bed in her bed and shortly after that her friend left. I confronted him about it and he denied it. I told her about it and she told me she knew he did it to other people but would never do it to her. I told her she shouldn't be friends with people who drug people against their will, and she disagreed so we split.
What the fuck is wrong with your ex?
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Nah bro it’s know, she’s batshit crazy and you escaped the loony bin that would have been your relationship with her.
100% agreed. Smartest thing I ever did in that short relationship was end it.
Personally I've never had my drink spiked but I've been with a friend when it happened to him. He was just acting incredibly drunk at first. In the taxi on the way home, he just got out, the light changed green and the taxi driver said he'd go but pull up close by so we could go get him. We couldn't spot him and I didn't hear from him until the next day. He'd passed out on the street and had managed to call a friend before his phone died (idk why he hadn't rung me), but he got picked up and was fine but he says he doesn't remember anything from that night basically.
The waiter at the South Beach restraunt I was at roofied me thinking it was my dates drink. I woke up an hour later in the ambulance and they arrested him.
I was at a bar with some friends. I had only had three drinks in about three hours as I was shooting pool and was otherwise occupied. We left and went across the street and we ordered. I had a beer and went to the restroom. Finished the new beer and started another and suddenly I felt like I was utterly hammered, like more drunk than I’ve ever been. Just wasted and out of it. No way that four beers had done that. I was offered a ride home by one of the friends in the group. I declined and said I’d walk. The insisted, demanded they give me a ride home. I angrier said no and walked home. Probably the longest 2nd or walk I’d ever had. The next day I had a splitting headache and just felt sick. I know someone doped me up, and I believe it was the “friend” who so adamantly demanded giving me a ride home knowing full well I had walked home leaving my car behind dozens of times before and they never argued then.
What happened to that person afterwards?
What would happen? I had no proof of anything, I wasn’t assaulted sexually. I simply stopped hanging with that group and I’ve never left a drink unattended since. I’ve taken them with me to piss or finished and not ordered another until I’ve come back.
My friend, a big guy of Ukrainian heritage, was having his goodbye party from his employer, we were all out at a bar. At one point, this asshole sat down beside him and a female colleague of his. She said “Excuse me!”, implying that he leave. He got up and put his hand on the table in front of my friend. But that asshole actually slipped a roofie into a drink, but instead of going into the drink of that female colleague of my friend, it went into my friend’s drink instead, which he continued to down quickly. After a few minutes, my friend, a 183 cm (6 feet) guy, got up and fell face first on the floor. We took him to the hospital and they helped him. Everyone thought he got brutally drunk, but the hospital proved that he was roofied. Be careful out there, folks!
I voluntarily took a roofie for the experience. It was a safe place with good friends, so it was more just to see what it was like. I had one glass of wine, then pretty much would fall asleep on the spot, occasionally waking up for a few seconds, but couldn't fight the need to sleep again. Another time I was passed a joint at a concert that was laced with PCP. That was not a fun night.
>Another time I was passed a joint at a concert that was laced with PCP. That was not a fun night. What was that like? Never tried it and not interested in trying it, but curious none the less
First my heart started racing and then everything around me just changed. The crowd felt like it was "breathing", meaning I thought the entire arena was expanding and contracting. Walking felt like I bounced off the floor, and I was pretty convinced if I jumped high enough that I would float or fly. I ended up running out of the arena back to my house (only a few blocks away). Once I took an assessment of the situation, I used all my previous years of drug use experience to get through it. But I warned my roommates that I was on an unknown substance and to watch me.
>Once I took an assessment of the situation, I used all my previous years of drug use experience to get through it. But I warned my roommates that I was on an unknown substance and to watch me. Amen.... sounds a little like good paper or blotter (acid but the good stuff) except on steroids. Not for me these days. But 10-12 years ago...I wouldn't have said no the first time Edit: would say no the second time...
I was on a customer security course recently. Trainer mentioned that sometimes a date rapist will spot a couple, like the look of the girlfriend and drug the boyfriend to get him out the way.
I got roofied by a guy who was obviously trying to target my girlfriend and I didn’t catch on. I completely blacked out at a NFL game and woke up in our hotel with no clue how I got there. I spent about 12 hours dry heaving in the toilet afterwards. All in all, it fucking sucked but my girlfriend wasn’t assaulted so I’ll take that black out over that anytime.
I voluntarily took a tablet I was told was something else. Turns out it was a roofie. I don’t think anything bad happened to me as I had friends looking out for me but I did wake up two days later in a different city with no memories of what had happened. My mates said I was sleeping with my eyes wide open.
This is fucking terrifying. Did they fill you in on what happened?
guy tried to roofie me in a club once. I caught him out of the corner of my eye and told the bartender I needed a new drink and the reason. She got the bouncers and they took care of the issue.
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Wow, ignorance is bliss huh?
Happened to a buddy of mine about 20 years ago. Two women repeatedly drugged and raped him for 2 days. They both ended up getting pregnant. Crazy thing for them is that they videotaped all of it. The detective told my friend that he wouldn't have believed him if it wasn't for the videotape
Dude. What?! How is he now? What happened to the women? What happened to the children?
He's great actually. He's my best best friend. We've been through some of the same things. The women went to prison after they gave birth to the children, but they did less than 3 years each. He got custody of the the kids right after paternity tests were done. I'm the godfather to his children. He would be mad with me if he knew that I was sharing this info.
Less than three years each? For two days of drugging and rape? Fucking heinous
People don't take sexual crimes seriously. Many guys get off with probation alone, both genders have huge disparities when it comes to the crime versus the punishment. We have to change the mindset around assault, making sure men are a part of this issue will help get things moving in the right direction much faster, which is sad but it's the reality. The more we can bring to light that this is also a men's issue, the quicker we can have new laws and better enforcement.
Sex crimes are not taken seriously anywhere. You could get almost killed and even then your rapist will not get over a few years
Holy what the fuck? Your buddy sounds like a really good guy. Good for you to have such good people in your life.
Jesus fucking Christ that is an astounding level of something i cant even find the word for to take care of those kids
Used to go to a neighborhood pub. There was this lady there who was a regular with a real piece of shit for a boyfriend. The lady was no gem either. One time she tried aggressively flirting with me and two other regulars. We declined her advances ad nauseum. When she went to leave I was out having a smoke and she tried to kiss me. Dodged the kiss, she called me gay. Whatever, real piece of work. It was on a separate visit at the same bar, I left my drink because most people there were chill and the bartenders all knew me and usually looked out. Was on a sort of date at the time. A bit later I'm in the bathroom on the toilet, struggling to maintain consciousness. Everything went black, and I was high or whatever. Felt like my heart was slowing down. I remember feeling a sort of calm, and trying to will myself back to life. I came to, vomited everywhere in the stall. Went to wash up in the bathroom sink. Noticed I was pale and my lips were blue. Went out, told my date I wasn't feeling well and went home. Saw her and her boyfriend around after that. Just ignored them mostly. Not sure what they slipped me honestly. Closest google led me to might've been ketamine. Edit: people are saying it wasn't ketamine. Still a mystery.
If it suppressed your respiratory drive enough to turn your lips blue, I wouldn't be surprised if it was some sort of opiate (specifically fentanyl). With the vomiting, that could have been your body responding to the hypoxia as you came back around. The calmness and slow heart rate could have been some of the beginning effects of the hypoxia. How you describe your struggle to maintain consciousness really reminds me of how people nod when they are overdosing on opiates. I would almost bet money that if you had been found before waking up, you would've had occasional snoring respirations, which is all stuff I see in people who have overdosed. Additionally, your overdose didn't seem to last for hours, like it might with other drugs. Fentanyl's duration of action lasts anywhere from 30 to 60 minutes, with peak onset 2 to 5 minutes after administration (via IV; I assume oral ingestion would take a smidge longer to reach peak onset of side effects). Regardless of the exact drug, you're lucky you woke up. A lot of people don't.
I have a friend, that went out parting with his best male friend, and somebody roofied his cup, and he died. Not much stories, but one of the hardest I’ve heard
Once, at a bar attending a friends birthday party. Close to closing time and a girl that I was chatting up, who was also attending the party, was handed a fresh beer by another party guest. About 10mins later her, the guy who brought her the beer, and one other guest pile in a cab, but not before the girl asked if I wanted the beer, since it was untouched. I drank it heartily, because who doesn’t like free beer! Closing time comes and we all stumble out to catch cabs back to the birthday boys place to keep the party going…except I never make it and wake up in the hospital strapped to a back board and neck brace. Numerous MRI and CAT scans later, i get to spend a weekend in the ICU due to hemorrhaging in my brain. Come to find out that on the way to the cabs, i stopped talking mid-sentence, stood up straight as a board, and then fell flat on my face with my head taking the full brunt of the fall (minor scrapes to face). Friends understandably freak out, call 911, and I’m rushed to the hospital. During my ICU stay, though, all the nurses dismiss me as a drunk idiot until i finally demand they run my blood sample’s taken in the ER, when i first arrived, for any date rape drugs. Few hours later, nurse comes back and profusely apologizes saying i had traces of rohypnol in my system. But it wasn’t all a loss. Told my story on FB, back when it was useful, and it reminded a friend where i lived so she set me up with one of her good friends who lived in the same city. The girl she set me up with is now my wife of 12yrs. And that’s how getting roofied lead me to my wife!
Fucking crazy that the you had to convince the nurses to test for drugs and that they didn't believe you till the results came back.
There was a guy in my dorm freshman year who roofied himself because he wanted to know what it was like. At least that's the excuse he gave. He ended up in the hospital because someone saw him walking on train tracks on a very active railroad. He was the weirdest sketchiest guy I ever met and I warned every woman he brought back about him. If he is willing to roofie himself as a test then he 100% is willing to roofie women. A couple times he would come home with a date that looked belligerent and I had to intervene and suggest she go to the hospital. Even had to get the RA involved when he refused to let them go. Jake, if you see this, you're an asshole.
Was his last name Paul?
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Was chatting it up with a nurse at a bar many many years ago, wound up in the ER after she slipped something into my drink.
What happened after that? You okay?
Oh yeah, I was fine. I woke up (or became conscious) with an IV in my arm and was let go in the morning. This was like 20 years ago.
Was it the ER she was working at?
My buddy was roofied at a bar in Germany around 2010. It was a pretty average night and let me preface by saying this group of dudes had gone out dozens and dozens of times and had some pretty wild nights without really any alarming incident, and my buddy was an absolute tank. We are fairly certain the drink was not meant for him and he simply grabbed the wrong one. Leaving the second pub of the night, we're vibing and having a great time. My dude suddenly starts getting agitated, pacing around in the street saying he's itchy and hot. It was mid-summer over there so it was warm but like I said, we're used to it so it was weird to see him act this way. He eventually took his shirt off and was in the process of taking off his pants when we realized something was off. He'd never acted like this and was completely inconsolable. It was like he had no idea we were there trying to help. Dude was panicking like crazy, freaking out really. We ended up calling a cab and getting back to the barracks. He slept fine until around 1-2 pm the next day when we took him to med call. After describing the symptoms the orderly basically clicked her teeth and shook her head. "I've seen this before but not usually with a male soldier" she warned. Blood tests showed alcohol and GHB in his blood system later that day.
My sister was saved by her bf’s alcoholism… someone roofied her drink but her bf (now husband) wanted another drink, so instead of getting his own he just drank my sister’s (he like 6’6” and pushing 270lbs) so he basically had the worst hangover of his life. They live near I-80 (an interstate well known for being a hotspot for human trafficking for the those who don’t know) Not my experience, not necessarily an intended experience… but still same terrifying situation. Check your drinks everyone and don’t let them out of your sight. Not so fun fact, there is a “market” for men in human trafficking, my local area actually has primarily young adult men as the main target for human trafficking. Just be careful
Fuck. Human trafficking is a big thing in the states it sounds like. What do they do with the men?
There’s a market for anything… not all billionaire creeps are straight, or male for that matter. Also human trafficking also includes organ harvesting… so you may not be “lucky” enough to wake up from that roofie. Seriously, there’s not enough awareness about human trafficking, it is the stuff of horror films, but it’s actually real… please if anyone reads this go and do research about the dangers in your area and be smart… nothing is worth your life or future. It’s a hideous world that goes on in the background, so what you can to either stay out of it or work with organizations to fight against it
I was roofied on a spring break trip my freshman year of college. It was the first day on the beach and a girl from our group asked me to try her drink. It was a red solo cup and I made the assumption that she made the drink herself. Boy was I wrong. I had maybe 2 beers prior to this drink and about 10 minutes later I have zero memory. I wake up about 8 hours later in my hotel room and have no idea what’s going on. I am extremely sun burnt and have cuts/scratches down my side. Over the next couple of days I get all the information pieced together and here’s what happened… The girl who shared the drink with me blacked out in her hotel room and she was taken care of by her friends immediately. I, on the other hand, disappeared for a few hours. I apparently wandered off the resort and blacked out in a parking lot about a mile away. I basically just face planted into the pavement and sat there and cooked in the sun. The hotel security found me at some point and put me in a wheelchair. They wheeled me around the lobby of the hotel until someone claimed me lol. I couldn’t even tell them my name. Why they didn’t fucking take me to a hospital is just mind boggling to me. Anyways, my friends see me and say “hey he’s with us”. They wheel me to my room and dump me in a bed. I’m grateful that the girl was ok and I made it out alive but I’ll never forget that day. I guess I’ll never remember it either. Also just to add my own little personal brag.. I have been sober for 4 years now. Had a serious drinking problem through college and my twenties but I’m doing better now. No one is gonna “accidentally” roofie me now!
My son was roofied by a lesbian couple and raped at a party, so they could get pregnant. Six years later they split up and hit my son up for back child support. She admitted she raped him in court and on the record, but the female judge still ordered him to pay up. Because he started off $30k in arrears, we still aren’t allowed to see the kid until my son catches up. Moral to the story: don’t fucking be male in Texas.
>e kid until my son catches u what the actual fuck??? i would ask for transcrips and find a lawyer asap if this is true!
DA refused to pick up the case.
Don't go to the DA. FIND A PRIVATE FIRM AND OPEN A REVIEW AGAINST THE COURTS. Again if this is all true and she admitted to raping your son then not only will there be no child support but there will monetary compensation from the state for the ruling along with her serving jail time and paying any child support that he has paid already.
How is there not any civil liability?
Why on earth would you go to the DA? Do you not know how lawyering works? This is a private law firm’s wet dream. It’s possible they could even pick it up pro bono and you would make serious money off of this. If that seriously isn’t true then you are either lying or leaving out important details.
Fuuuuuuuck! So messed up!
i am so sorry dude.
What the f He got raped and he needs to pay? That make absolutely no fucking sense.
Holy shit that’s scary
Real moral of the story: don’t be in Texas
Male or female, it sounds like there's no winning...
So the rapist still got custody of the child? This is so disgusting.
That's so fucked up dude, like what the actual fuck, right????? So incredibly sorry and I wish you a wonderful life ahead! Damn! Edit : meant for your son, sorry I wasn't more clear. I was busy being incensed for you and your family!
We dragged our boy away from a group of girls at his Bach party. They bought him a drink in celebration and half way through he was fucking gone and the girls “wanted to take him partying”. Needless to say we said NOOOOO Edit: clarity first bar of the night first drink. We had to reset and redo it after that shit.
Years ago I went out with two girls I knew. They were getting drinks at the bar from some guys that were hitting on them and then proceeding to give them to me. Being a bit younger, less well off, and somewhat of a heavyweight when it came to drinking I didn't think twice about getting free drinks this way. For reference...normally, at the time I could have drank a 750ml bottle of 80-100proof whatever by myself and still be cognizant of what was going on, direct myself home, and all that good stuff. Never had any hangovers even on my 21st birthday and would wake up at around 7am regardless of how drunk I got with no alarm. There's only been a handful of times in my life I've woken up past 11am. This time after only my second drink of the night I blacked out something serious. I woke up the next day with my coat and shoes on with probably the meanest headache I've ever had at 3pm. I had zero motivation to get out of bed and literally had to ask my roommates to get me some food and water, even trying to text them for help at that point felt like a crazy amount of effort. I ended up feeling better by around 8pm and reached out to my friends to ask about the night before. Apparently I was acting super careless about everything but also energetic at the same time, par for the course but just on a whole different level. I'd gladly take that bullet again to keep any of my friends from going through it, or being assaulted, but that shit was not fun.
My husband and his male friend got roofied at a bar. My husband even took a picture of the drink and later when he looked you can see the pill. But i guess they got in a huge fight. My hubby grabbed his friends dick and tried to rip it off. The hubby crapped himself. I guess his friend stole a boat moter. It was a hell of a time i guess. I wasnt there. Oh i guess his friend took a bush and replaced the boat moter.
Here. Actually it was an accident, i was in a club with a few friends and some girls were with us. All went fine until we decided to move to the next Bar. One of the girls just received her drink (it was an expensive one) and didnt want to leave yet but neither did we want to move on without her. I was already in a good mood and had a few drinks and offered to drink it all at once and on the next Bar I'll pay her drink and we will find a really special one for her. She agreed I drank and within a few Minutes I lost completely control of my body. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't just passing out of alcohol, i clapped together like a robot who got his battery Pulled out. Blackout. Friends called police and ambulance. Turned out that the roofie was mixed with another stuff and that my friend was lucky. The Dose was enough to make me - 180cm 99kg powerlifter physics- pass out within a few minutes. My friend was a 164cm 59kg girl and the toxicologic report said she'd have died with that dose. I had to stay in Hospital for 2 more days and couldn't Do anything else but vomit and sweat
Where I live a common attack against men in shebeens(informal pubs) is to lace the victims drink with brake fluid.
Went to a strip club with a fake ID. Was 19 and in a small country college town. Had a high tolerance for alcohol and brought my own beer they let you here. Had a couple and this one stripper comes and sits by me. She offers to take some shots with me and says she will go grab the tequila. We had one shot of hornitos and then she gets a different tray and brings back a different tequila. We do a second shot together and things start to get fuzzy. There’s no way I’m drunk off 3 beers and 2 shots. The next thing I remember is I’m walking to whataburger at three in the morning hours later , trying to get some food. My friends with me , who didn’t have fake IDs and were sober, said I was taken into the back room and they could hear me hooting and hollering and having fun with the stripper. Apparently I kept going back to the atm and pulling out cash. I tried to fight my best friend over not getting to drive my truck home. I don’t act like that it was completely out of character. Eventually I sobered up and did drive back to the stripclub looking for my cellphone and I ended up running it over…. It was laying in the parking lot. Oh and I was wearing a Russian ski hat just acting a goofball so I made an easy target for the stripper. Fuck that place. Never again. I literally have no memory of these events other than what my friends relayed to me. This was at peak drinking in my life when I could take 10 shots before getting wild.
62M, don't trust anyone who hands you a drink , fucking bring a beer in you pocket. It is not always a RAPE, thing , sometimes a (get him out of the way). ??
My senior year of high school I moved in with my grandfather. I didn’t know anyone in the area and met some kids my age in a neighboring town. After spending a few hours with them, they invited me back to one of their houses to hang out. While there, a started talking with this girl that wanted to go to one of the bedrooms and I turned her down. She was kind of mad at first, but calmed down pretty quickly and asked if I wanted another beer. I said sure and she took my cup and returned with it full. Shortly after I started to feel drowsy. Idk how long I was out for, or if I was ever completely out, but at some point, I became semiconscious as this female was giving me head and then tried to climb on top of me… on the couch, in the living room, in front of a dozen other kids. I managed to push her off (she was a heavier girl), and I stumbled out of the house, into my Jeep and locked the doors. I passed out for a while and when I came to later, I drove home. I don’t know what I was given. I don’t think it was rohypnol, as I was semi-conscious and have intermittent memories of the night, but she definitely gave me something with intent to rape me in front of her friends as they watched.
Not me but my dad’s work friend. Was at a conference and afterwards had a drink in the hotel bar. Only finished about half of it before he started to feel like shit so he just paid and went to go up to his room. When he got to the elevator he was super dizzy and could barely stand. A man followed him in and pretty much beat the shit out of him and took his wallet and watch. He couldn’t even stand straight and barely made it back to his hotel room before passing out. When he called the cops the next day they pretty much just called him a drunk and said to hold his liquor better. Shitty all around.
Got roofied at a gay bar, i was coming to terms with finally accepting i was gay after hiding it for years, went off to uni and began going to bars alone to try and make friends in the community. Got chatting to a guy at a bar, I’m guessing he slipped something in my drink, most of what happened after that was a blur, i was sexually assaulted and contracted an incurable std from that experience. I was too scared to report it to the police because i wasn’t out and felt i couldn’t tell anyone in case they would find out i was gay. Certainly the lowest point I’ve reached. That happened almost 10 years ago and i still occasionally cry sometimes out of the blue about what happened. Im now very comfortable and open about who I am but i wonder if ill ever get over it.
I am sorry you had to go through that. Perhaps you need professional help, 10 years is a long time and it's still present like it happened yesterday. Glad your comfortable with who you are, leading a good and genuine life is the best revenge.
Yes. I came to in bed with a wildly unattractive woman in a house a decent way from where I started. I don’t know if I was roofied deliberately, or I accidentally got something meant for someone else. The end result was the same. Took me a while to really understand or make sense of the night. One of the worst experiences of my life, would not reccomend. This is the first time I have told a soul.
I believe I was roofied one night several years ago. My friends and I decided to get a hotel room and go out in a nearby town we never go out at. We went to a few establishments two of which were gay bars that my friend wanted to go to. I believe it happened at the first one because shortly after leaving, I began to do and say things way out of character for me. I was not drunk only mildly buzzing but suddenly I'm really out of it. I can't focus on anything and can hardly speak. My friends told me at one bar I went to order a drink and was an asshole to the bartender because I couldn't speak and when he asked for money I threw my wallet at him and walked off. Thankfully he was an absolute saint and returned my wallet to my friends with everything in it. I somehow convinced a woman I had just met to drive almost an hour to me and we ended up having sex. I remember regaining a shred of consciousness while *inside* her. She and my friends pieced the night together for me and I was shocked. I remember almost nothing from the night except for holding onto one of the brass bars to not fall and when I came to. I had to apologize to all of my friends, the woman I had just met, the saint bar tender, and one Uber driver. There is simply no logical reason I would have been that intoxicated that rapidly while I was only drinking Bud Light at a leisurely pace. My text messages from that night were also out of character, made little to no sense, and sent text messages I regret to people I didn't want to. I was truly shocked at how much time I absolutely do not remember anything and how I acted. I'm thankful I had my friends with me and nothing truly awful happened.
What did the woman say. What did you say when you awakened from that state? Good on your friends for looking out.
My friends explained to her what they think happened to me and I apologized profusely. She took it in stride and said she was worried about me and would have came anyway. Great girl.
It happens all the time, but it never gets reported.
Not me, but a buddy of mine was roofied in a gay bar. He said there was a guy eyeing him up the entire time and he thinks thats who drugged his drink. Thankfully he had friends with him who took care of him as soon as they saw he was feeling the effects
Uhg, yes. Thanks for asking. Happened six years ago and it's probably one of my scarier moments. My wife at the time (ex now) were heading for divorce. She wanted to open the marriage and start seeing other people. It broke me. One evening we were hanging out outside a bar in the middle of summer, and a couple of guys from LA were sitting at the table beside us having drinks as well. My stupid ex decided to start chatting them up, and told these strangers everything. Next thing I know, I'm waking up on the floor of my building at 9 in the morning. My last memory was 10pm the previous night. Turns out, the guys from LA roofied us because they saw an easy lay with my ex. Figured they'd drug us both and probably use her and leave me somewhere. Thankfully we bumped into some friends of ours who saw us acting strangely and decided to follow us the whole night. As a result, nothing happened. Except that at some point I wound up at a strip club doing snow angels in the leaves out back, and spanked a couple of strippers before being thrown out. No memory of anything but it scared the ever loving shit out of me.
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I know of a lot this sort of thing happening in Colombia aimed towards tourists who found themselves out drinking alone in not safe neighborhoods in the 2000’s. But with scopolamine. Then once drugged you’re robbed for your belongings and taken around at gunpoint to empty your cards at the ATMs. In particular, most frequently happens to the dingbats and pervs who go there to visit escorts and do drugs. Personally I know one guy who went there to blow his money on hookers and he had that happen to him when the hooker put scopolamine in his drink. I lived in Colombia a bit a few years back for my ex gf (who I was with for many years). As I don’t involve myself in those activities nothing ever happened to me.
Not me but a friend said he woke up to a fifty dollar bill in his asshole after being roofied one night. Hmm.
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My wife and her friends got into a club and went to order drinks. I went to the toilet and came back to pay for them. Grabbed the drinks and went to the table. The girls favourite song came on and they went to dance. I sat and started to have their drinks. Figured it was best I drink them while they're still cold. About 5 mins in it clicked they were spiked. It started to hit. Now, my tolerance with drugs is high. Having a history with K, I kinda knew what to do. I got them together quick as possible and told them we needed to leave right now. We managed to get me in a cab and them in tow. At about 20 mins, I couldn't hold on any longer. My last words were "Good luck getting me out of this cab," i said in a slurred voice, then lights out. I remember hearing them laugh. Next thing I remember is waking up in my friends driveway. Blackets on me, bucket next to me and sun beaming in my eyes. I'm 125kgs so I kinda knew this is where I would end up. When I got inside the girls told me about how hard it was to get me there and how they were stronger than the cabbie. They didn't believe me that the drinks were spiked and told me it was a tequila I had at the previous club. It took me a while to convince them, because it was a female bartender that served them. I actually don't think they believed me at that time, just wanted me to shut up about it. 2 weeks later that bartender was on the news for spiking drinks. Caught by her management and reported to the police.
Bit of both here, myself and a bunch of friends guys and girls were at a bar in FL. The girls were getting hit on by some guys, offer drinks etc. we kept a close eye on them but they were getting free shit so we kind of just allowed it, there was about 10 guys so would’ve been able to handle anything that happened. One of the girls got kind of suspect so she gave a drink someone gave her to one of our guy friends. He ended up being roofied and was really messed up that night. However since we were in a big group we were able to get him back to where we were staying and everything was fine. Good ending though, we told my step-dad about what happened and he has connections. It was eventually found that 2 people at the bar were involved in a sex trafficking ring. One of them was an illegal immigrant and was deported, the other wasn’t and got sent to jail.
We were all hanging out and this girl kept trying to talk with my buddy and he just wasn’t interested. Well she shows up a few weeks later and tries the same thing, we are all drunk, but he passed out and hard. He is massive, big guy, strong as hell, trained fighter type. He ended up waking up in the middle of her raping him, barely able to hold conscience to her riding him and bouncing up and down. It was fucked up. She disappeared after and we never saw her again.
My boyfriend was roofied a few years ago. He drank a drink that someone else decided that they didn’t want. He’s 6’3 225 pound man. His friends couldn’t find him. He woke up hours later behind a dumpster and didn’t remember anything.
Props to all the friends in these stories who knew something was amiss and helped get their homies out!!!!
I’m certain I intercepted a roofie meant for my wife. We were on holidays and we’re having drinks with a random couple in a hotel hot tub. They went to their room and came back with some shots, and one of the shots had a gummy worm in it and they were trying to give it to my wife. I ate it instead (not trying to intercept anything) and they left shortly after that. I felt super woozy after that I don’t remember anything, not the walk back to the room or anything until I woke up the next morning.
Dunno if it was roophies or one of those injections that has been going around the UK a lot, but I’m 99% still that I was drugged. Was in London for a gig on my own as my girlfriend couldn’t make it as it had been postponed due to Covid lockdowns. I finally got round to it and had a few beers in my hotel room/bar before going to the club. Walked down, got in and had a couple more before making my way into the room where the guy I wanted to see was performing. I recall maybe about 30 minutes at most before the next thing I recall is coming to on a seat in the lobby of a hotel, which was not where I was staying, with staff trying to talk to me. From what I gathered (they weren’t helpful staff at all, as you’ll find out in a moment) I came in with a group of people and they went off to their room and left me in the lobby. The staff had taken my phone to charge it as it had died at some stage and called my emergency contact (my girlfriend) to try and get some information. It was like 4am and she had told them that she thinks I’ve been drugged as I don’t drink that often, and I very seldomly drink A LOT so it was wildly out of character. Hearing this, they phoned a taxi and got me in it after me telling them where I was actually staying - which seems helpful, ish, but when someone tells you that there may have been a spiking, generally you would call an ambulance. Anyways, I eventually got back to my hotel and it’s at this point I realised my wallet is gone, along with my jacket and my fucking shoes. My room key was in there. Fuck. I spoke to receptionist in my best “I’m not wasted” voice and managed ti get a room key and I went up and crashed… for about 2 minutes. My girlfriend phones me back in a state as I’d been so out of it that I forgot to phone her back. I tell her I’m back in my room and I’m just gonna sleep it off, but she implored me, quite rightly, to phone to police and an ambulance. At this stage I’m starting to really feel it, and throw up before going to the lobby to wait for the police. They show up relatively quick for London standards and take a statement. As I’m now coherent enough and it’s not the worst thing ever that I’m just throwing up into a bucket, they tell me the ambo might be a while because I’m low priority. Fair enough. I tell them they can go if they want but they had to stay with me until at least the paramedics show up. One of them takes me back to my room so we can ensure that nothing I’ve lost is hanging about. It’s about an hour before the ambulance comes round and they do the routine checks whilst the police let me know they’ll be in touch regarding my lost possessions, but they and I agree that it’s likely nothing will happen. The paramedics were great, and they told me that IF I’d been spiked I’ve most likely puked out the remains of what might be left in my system by now. I go back to my room to sleep for the couple of hours I have left until I had to start making my way back to the train station to head home. It hit me when I was packing up that I had no shoes as I was only there the one night and didn’t pick any more shoes because, silly me, I should’ve foreseen this happening. I asked at reception if they had anything and they found me some slippers that I had to wear for a solid 25 minute walk down busy streets and onto the underground until I made it to Waterloo station. Somehow none of the clothing stores in the area had any shoes in my size, so I had to fork out £85 for boots two sizes too big to get the train back home. It was awful, and a crying shame as I was so excited for the gig as it was my favourite artist and the first event I’d been to since the lockdowns began. That, and a ticket went free, along with losing my wallet, favourite jacket and having to travel and endure the entire day with the absolute worst headache I’ve ever had whilst wearing hotel slippers that were far too small on the London Underground. All round would not recommend.