Exactly. I fell asleep @ one party, in my late 20’s, IIRC, after NO drinks. I’d been working almost 48 hours straight, immediately prior. Later, a couple people made jokes about how little booze it’d taken to knock me out, but someone else explained I’d not drunk booze at all, just soda.
As a sophomore, I was invited by a guy on campus who claimed to be a grad. student to a party off campus. I invited some girls I had just met and they drove us. The party felt strange like the people were not happy or fun. We accepted some drinks. My one and only drink was absolutely drugged.
I was quickly sick and disoriented. So I retreated to the bathroom. I fell asleep and curled up on the floor Felt paralyzed and dizzy. People were banging on the door. So I got up and kept splashing water on my face, totally freaked out and scared. My legs were heavy. I was unable to speak, people looked warped and surreal.
Everyone was already leaving at 10:00, He must have told them all to leave. I had to force my legs to walk each step, I had little physical coordination. I later learned he had told my friends I had already left, so they were gone! They left me.
Then the fear set in, his eyes were shifty. He had drugged me and set a trap. I knew I was his prey. He kept staring at my eyes and he spoke. But I could not comprehend a single word. His speech reverberated and echoed, incomprehensibly. He kept staring at me. Luckily the phone rang and he took the phone out to the balcony.
I planned an escape. I stumbled to the bathroom, turned on the exhaust fan, shut the door and locked it, sneaking out of his place. I left my jacket on the sofa so he would assume I was still there.
The staircase looked like a fun-house steep mountain. I could not manage walking down a single step. So, I slid on the handrail on my belly to each landing then fell, repeat, repeat. At the end was a wide long open corridor not enough time to escape. I was afraid he would find me and feared my ankle was broken, feared rape, feared for my life. So I crawled behind a hedge and I hid.
Minutes later, he came barging out his door, yelling something. He came part way down the staircase, but didn’t see me, he yelled I was a b___ and his door slammed shut.
I got up and forced myself to walk with lead weight legs and sore ankle. I pinched my leg but did not feel it. Apparently, I was not walking right, a car pulled over, they offered me a ride -asked if I were okay. Unable to speak, I shook my head and kept walking. Then I realized it was a family trying just to help. But they were gone.
It was a long way and a real challenge not to collapse focusing on moving each leg to walk- left right left. The area of town was horrible, but with lots of traffic.
When I got back to the dorm the desk clerk immediately approached to confirm I was alright. I nodded and sat in the lobby for a while and they brought me water. I collapsed in my room. While I could conceptualize ideas and think coherently enough to have evaded his trap and navigate home, I still was dizzy/ mute for hours.
I’m not sure of what drug he used, but I was just so relieved to have survived unscathed. This memory is as old as Ford’s and I’m confident I could find the apartment building, assuming it’s still there.
There are many stories about women who have been drugged. To be clear, that’s drugged in preparation for the rape. Without interference from friends, most will be immobilized. Be careful out there ladies. It happens at colleges, in bars, clubs, restaurants, and parties. And predators span all the age groups. The story is the same, only the drugs may be different.