My Drink Was Spiked
SIPPING on a
glass of wine in a
pumping night
spot. I never
thought it could happen
to me.
I had read the stories.
seen the statistics and
heard about the horror
aftermath, but enjoying
a night out with friends,
I never gave it a second
thought.
It was only after waking four hours later that
the awful truth hit me -
my drink had been
spiked.
Fortunately, I was with
caring friends who
looked after me.
But with about 1400
people sexually assaulted each year in
Australia after having
their drinks spiked. I
should have known better than to leave my
drink on a table while
ducking to the bathroom.
What could have happened to me if a friend
had not been sober
enough to take me to
their house to lie down?
I shudder to think.
I was vulnerable, in a
pub in a part of Melbourne that was alien to
me, with no way of knowing where to go for help
if I ran into trouble.
And, by all appearances, I was just another
drunk, stumbling and
staggering to the door
for a gulp of fresh air.
It was about 15 minutes after downing the
rest of the glass after my
return from the bathroom that I started to
lose control of my senses.
My head began to spin.
I wobbled and crashed
into objects, my body began to shake - and I have
little recollection of what
happened next.
Forty-five minutes
later, I was prostrate, unconscious, at a friend's
house.
I'm not into drugs, so
to me there was no other
logical explanation for
my lightning-quick decline - or the hallucinations when I awoke.
My experience - where
all but one friend wrote
me off as simply being
drunk - highlights how
easily these predators
can be successful.
Drink-spiking is an insidious crime and it is
paramount people take
their friends seriously
when they say they are
not feeling right.
Sunday Mail 10-10-2004
Elissa Doherty
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