Once upon a time, I had been getting drunk at my favorite bar. A dear crush came in just as I was leaving - as I knew I was drunk. I insisted we take a shot. It was the fatal "one shot too many." I have blacked out twice in my life and this was one of those times. I left the restaurant knowing I was too drunk to drive and set out for the nearest Wawa, a 30-45 minute walk away. Good to sober me up. On the way there a car of three men pulled up next to me and offered me a ride. Thankfully, I was wasted but not stupid. I refused. I only know this because I was texting as I walked. Walked all the way to Wawa, got a Monster and maybe food and walked back, and an hour and a half later back at my car knew I was still too drunk to drive. Texted my friend who I'd been texting when the guys tried to give me a ride. He had offered me a couch to sleep on...3 hours ago. Now I was trying to take him up on it. He was awake and when I arrived at his house the first thing I did was insult his hair. I was very insistent about sleeping on his couch and nowhere else and snuck out at 7am without saying bye. The horrifying part for me is that 3 men tried to "offer a rode" to a visibly drunk girl and somehow although blackout I was smart enough to say no. Thank god I was smart enough to say no. This I am comfortable sharing.
Of the three stories I have heard like this, two of them ended up involving rohypnol. If you aren't paying attention, it looks like a girl who didn't know her limits. If you are paying attention, it looks like a girl who went from tipsy to sloppy blackout drunk in the space of a Black Russian. The ultimate tell is a crippling hangover. Just be aware - if you ever find yourself far drunker than you feel you should be, there may be an agent responsible other than alcohol.
I'm really certain in this case it was just going too far - I was already slurring-my-words drunk when I took that shot, my inhibitions were generally not lowered (while I did insult the hair of the guy who let me crash immediately upon arrival, I also adamantly and repeatedly confirmed that there would be no bootay-having), and I had almost no hangover. Roofies definitely happen. I try to be cautious about my drinks. As far as I'm aware I've never been drugged... The only other time in my life i've blacked out was definitely due to me not knowing my limits and overindulging. But I have friends who believe they've been roofied. I don't go to that bar.
Holy shit. I really, really don't know what to say to that. That must've been terrifying.
To be fair? Your story, totally terrifying as well. One time my brother convinced me to rub poison ivy all over myself so I would get off school. I remember intently searching out all shiny three leaved (leafed?) plants I could find in our wooded backyard. I truly rubbed them everywhere. I had to go to the hospital because my face swelled so much my eyes were nearly shut. They put me on steroids and that was when I finally learned to swallow pills. I think I was in 5th grade. That would be about 9 years old, mabe 10 as it was the end of the school year. That seems less "yes that really happened" than just "this is a crazy fucked up story" though. As I responded to this thread I noticed more of my stories are the latter than what i think the former describes.
Regarding terrifying - I think I find your story so terrifying because my panic response is - for various reasons - to just shut down and become uncomfortably compliant. I will basically do what someone tells me to, even if it's something I really don't want to do. I think you understand why this can be problematic. I try to avoid all and any situations where that could happen and I've been successful/ish so far.
I feel you on the "this is a crazy fucked up story" part. I've had many incidents where I'm like "I'll tell you a funny story" and listeners are like "That's fucked up".