Original post by AnonymousOkay this what happened with my drink getting spiked.
It happened at a house party (not even a club) I had just popped around to say hi and to have a drink with them before they went to the club. I wasn't going along so was dressed in baggy jeans, baggy jumper, no make up and big boots. I had two drinks and began to feel really, really drunk, hazy and couldn't control myself. No one could understand why. I had come with a friend and her friend who was visiting, but was getting a coach home that night. My friend seeing that I was looking really bad called me a taxi to take me up the road home as she had to get her friend home.
My friend had to go but since my taxi was going to turn up in a moment or two, she left telling a few of my "so-called" friends to just look after and make sure I get in my taxi. Instead, they were getting in another taxi to the club and one of the girls (I find out later this is how it happened) thought it would be fun to bring me along too. She later protested that she "didn't want me to miss out", even though the original friend wanted her to make sure I got in my own taxi home.
There was this strange guy in the taxi who had been at the party and I didn't know him at all. I remember very little. I remember him cuddling me in the taxi and then stopping the taxi half way to the club and dragging me by the arm. We ended up at his house and where I remember bits and pieces like how I threw up in his bathroom, how I was screaming and crying, how I begged for him to "let me go" and "I want to go home", how he dragged me to his bed, took my phone off me, felt me up and wouldn't let me leave.
He must have eventually let me go and get a taxi home, I don't properly know. I assume I must have been crying so much as I got home and my housemates saw that my eyes were bright red and my cheeks were wet. I also had bright red marks all over my breasts. The friend who sent me in the taxi originally came running to my house shortly after I was home and told me I had sent loads of text messages like "HELP ME", "In a guys house, won't let me go, HELP", etc and a million missed calls.
The worst thing about it was that the girl who pulled me into the taxi, who I do understand wasn't entirely to blame, told me later that she saw him dragging me off and didn't stop it because "we seemed quite tight in the taxi" and that "she didn't want to spoil my night", even though she also said I looked like I was going to pass out and was falling over a lot. She also denied that he spiked my drink even though it must have been him (or some other psycho guy?) as I had been tripping and feeling seriously drowsy the whole night. I don't speak to her or her friends anymore.
I also found out that guy was BANNED from the nightclub we were going to, I don't know what for, but why was he in a taxi to go there in the first place?
Now I don't trust men anymore. I went home to my mum for the weekend because I just felt so traumatised being at uni and it f***ed up many weeks of study for me. It happened a month ago and I'm still pretty traumatised. My mum told me that I shouldn't let this stop me going out, I have to be strong, she knows I'm sensible and safe.
If you stop going out then they've won, right?