I had gone to a work party with my boyfriend. I drank one beer, because I wanted to leave early that day. I waited until the party was over however, because my boyfriend was having a good time. Most people had gone home and boyfriend suggested we sit with some of his co-workers and keep drinking. I agreed, but didn't drink.

Soon everyone at the table was drunk, one of my boyfriend's co-workers then bought me a drink. I didn't want it but felt embarrassed to say no. I drank about half then had to go to the restroom. My boyfriend said I never came out of there, apparently people were looking for me and by this time I was gone, my car was gone as well. I woke up 2 hours later in my car a couple of blocks away with some bruises, and completely unaware of what had happened.

I still don't have any explanations of what happened, except I was semi nude. Since then I don't drink, but the thought of passing out and not knowing what happened haunts me everyday. I wish no one goes through something like that. Even with people near, things can always happen.

I heard you on the radio this morning on 104.7 KCLD. I wanted to say how thankful I am for someone out there like you getting this message across!!

I was a victim of a date rape pill twice already in my 26 yrs on this planet. The one time I was taken advantage of by a boyfriend and his best friend. The second time was 2 yrs ago, I ended up 40 mile away from the bar I was at. I ended up with some strange guy (who helped me, don't know if he spiked my drink or not), and was laying under a car in a parking lot.

It was very scary…took weeks for me to feel okay again. I could have been beaten, raped, or left for dead. I was lucky.....but women like you aren't. Thank you for doing this, it does make a difference!!! Even if its one girls life or one guys life, putting that information out there could prevent some horrible turn of events.

God bless you and your work Sharon.

My name is Jeanine. I am reading everyone's stories and am appalled that there is this much evil out there and I want to scream and do something about it.

This is so hard, and there are a lot more details than this but I was raped the early hours of May 12th. I don't remember any of it and was left hours later nude at the park---if I came to in my car or out, I don't remember that well enough to know. That part is still in a fog except that I knew I was alone and naked and something horrible happened. I must not have been able to find my keys, I don't know. But I wandered in the midst of the night (this was hours after any bar would have closed) and kept feeling that I couldn't go any further but kept pushing myself and finally reached my girlfriend's house. So much of that is in a fog---and by the time, I found her house I couldn't even remember where I just walked from and didn't know where my car was. We had to drive for awhile and finally found it at the park not far from the bar. I went home thinking that I did something horrible. It wasn't until I awoke later and went to another girlfriend's house that she began to piece it all together with my lack of memory, my tremors I was having and physical marks. And I called the crisis center then went to the hospital. What an ordeal. A lot more details of course, but just keep me in your prayers. Also, the person who did it---I have no clue who it was at all. I went on a date that ended early Friday night and I didn't want to go home and was a fool and went out alone. To a tavern. I left my glass of wine alone when I went to the bathroom and outside to smoke, both huge mistakes. I don't know even remember leaving the bar (and here I hadn't been out for a year and choosing not to have sex until I am married again due to being a born again Christian---stolen from me)..

The police officer I spoke to on Saturday and the forensic nurse at the hospital are pretty sure I was drugged. I had a forensic exam at the hospital (spent all day Saturday at the hospital having every part of my body swabbed and photographed) but those tests don't come back for a long time. I had small cuts and bruises, both inside and outside of my body. The good thing is that I am alive. I could have died out there. There are more details to the entire story. But that is basically it.

It has been a hard week. I am 41, mother of three teenage boys---my children know nothing and I want to keep it that way. I wanted to tell my mom and dad who live in another state but couldn't bring myself to do it. With all that was going on----I totally forgot to call my mom on Mother's Day and they called that following Monday and were surprised I didn't call on Mother's Day because I always do. I wanted my real mom who passed away so bad.

There is an investigation going on and such but I don't know if that will lead anywhere.

I read some of the stories on your website that talked about memories being recalled years later, I found that interesting.

It is hard for me to imagine such evil. I know it isn't my fault, but I still am upset that I went out alone and all. I don't think I drank that much, I don't remember. But the forensic nurse and the Pierce County Crisis Sexual Assault advocate said even if I was so drunk that I didn't remember that I was in no position to give consent. But they are pretty sure that I was drugged because I have absolutely no memory, no flash backs or anything, the tremors and so on. Which may be a blessing but it is also driving me absolutely crazy not remembering anything!

I was really out of it last week, still not focusing well because I keep thinking about it, but I am better this week than last week. I didn't know how to feel then Thursday I just had this huge mental, emotional breakdown, which became a good thing because I have felt better since then. I did contact the crisis center again and they are going to have their therapist contact me, the waiting list isn't too long right now. I filled out a Crime Compensation application through L & I that if approved will pay for the counseling and any medical stuff. I have tons of follow up appointments to make to ensure that I didn't catch anything---at the hospital, they gave me antibiotics for chlymadia (sp?) and gonerreah (sp?), the "morning after" pill and the first round of a hypatitis (sp?) B shot. I need to get two more rounds of that shot and have testing for STDs and HIV stuff and such in a few weeks.

The bruises are already yellowing and going away, which is good. Most of them didn't show up until Sunday so they won't be in the pictures, though they took some of the redness, scratched up knees, broken nail, etc. and even pics of my bruised privates. This may be too much information but I was on my period and when I first went home, I searched for the tampon and couldn't find it. Even during the forensic exam when the nurse first put in the spectrum, she didn't see it---then she did, all smashed up far inside of me. She had to take it out with forceps or tongs, good thing I went in or I wouldn't have known it was there.

I had a lot of tremors and such that day but that is consistent with being drugged. I already talked to a police officer that Saturday but I don't know why that I am dreading talking to the detective later this week.

It is all hard. Hard because I am not in touch with my emotions. Last week it was all I could do not to think about it---all the time, then I think it is okay and like just now, I start to tear up again. I am okay. Just out of touch and I am paranoid a bit---such as I fear I caught something so I hide the soap and towel I use so my sons don't use them, when people called at work that next Monday---I wondered if it was the guy seeing if I was dead or alive since I had business cards in my purse----I only had my car key with me, no house keys---and like my boss said, it was all sexual because the guy or guys didn't touch my license, debit card or even cash. They did lose cigarettes and sunglasses in my car that were squished under the seat---there is a theory that I didn't drive my car to the park as to why the keys were left on the floor board. Still never found my blouse and sweater and there was a sweat shirt of mine in the car that was clean earlier that day but covered with dirt and grass the next day. I find myself in the grocery store thinking that any guy passing by me could be him. There were two men I remember talking to (not picking up or anything) at the bar but who is to say they were involved, I even wonder driving around if the person recognizes me on the road because they know my car. I am rambling, I apologize.

Through all of this, I am handing it over to Christ. For it is too much for me to bear. I actually have no anger at this point and hope Christ can reach the perpetrator because he or they are so very lost. And I want to somehow find the good. I want to help others. I want to let everyone know they need to be careful, what to watch for, and any kind of force---is not love. For we are to love like Jesus, and our God-Man does not force His love upon us---He knocks and waits for the invite. I want all young girls---all women of all ages to know that is love. Anyways, I came across your website and I am wondering how the movement to make a difference is coming along and what I can do to somehow be a part of informing others and making a change.

I am shocked how many are affected by this. Perhaps now I do have anger arising.

Hi Sharon,

My attorney referred your sight to me and I must say this is truly the most informative one that I have visited.

My story takes place three weeks ago when a friend of mine called me and invited me out for happy hour. I am 36 years old and a mother of four so I don't get out to often. I had a couple drinks with my friends, said my good byes and stopped off at a local dive to visit one of my friends who bartends there. I sat next to an older lady and her husband, had a couple more beers and talked about the Redskins. I ordered some food and continued having a really nice conversation. A friend of mine came in the door and we began to have a conversation.

I was completely coherent. The bartender, who I thought was my friend, kept trying to get me to come talk to these two guys at the other end of the bar. I refused. She then tried to get me to shoot darts with them saying they needed a partner. I told her hect no I had never shot darts in my life and still continuing my conversation with a friend of mine. Meanwhile, the older couple left, I gave them both a hug and thanked them for the great conversation and five minutes later my friend left. I turned around to take a sip of my beer only to find that the bartender had moved my beer, my keys and my purse to the other end of the bar between these two guys. I gave her a dirty look walked to the end of the bar and introduced myself.

I had some more sips of my beer and went to the bathroom. Upon returning I must have felt a little strange because I remember asking the bartender, who is my friend, can you give me a ride home and she said no my friends are going to take you home. I then started to argue with her and that's the last I remember. I woke up at 5:15 am with this man on top of me. I ran out the door with him running behind me saying wait I need to get my bicycle out of your car. I found my way home and still don't know how that happened.

I have since gone back to that neighborhood 4 times and cannot find where I was. I tried calling my bartender friend for a week straight but she would not return my calls. I thought to myself how could I have gotten that intoxicated that I would end up in some guy's bed. I needed answers and lots of them I went back up to this bar a week and two days later when another friend of mine was bartending to start asking questions. I told her my story and she knew exactly who I was talking about after I mentioned the word bicycle.

I said is there any way you can get this guy back up here right now, she said he comes in all the time for happy hour. I got there as soon as the bar opened at 4 pm. I had two beers and my girlfriend and I ate a calzone and anitpasta salad. I ordered my third beer and this guy walks in the door. He sees me and runs, I went after him begging him to come inside that I just wanted to know what happened to me that night. I was constantly apologizing to him for my out of line behavior, trying to reassure him that this is not something I have ever done in my life. He came inside I continued to sip on my third beer, left went to the restroom and came back.

He said he had to run down the street for a minute and would be back. I continued to sip on my beer. Within minutes the guy returns to the bar and walks over to me. A gentleman that works for my family tells me that this guy said you need to do a shot. He buys both of us a shot. I take a baby sip and well that's that. I know I was drugged because I don't remember the shot ever taking place. I apparently spit my beer in some guys face three times and he dumped his beer on my head. I had no idea any of this happened until my friends told me the next day.

I apparently walked to the bathroom and fell, taking out one of the walls in the bar. I still don't remember this. I woke up the next day with blood every where. My finger nails were even bleeding because I became aggressive ripping them off at the base of the nail. This guy tells the bartender he would take me home and she became irate and said she will go home one of two ways and that is with me or a very close friend. The owner of the bar told the bartender she had never seen me like this and I needed to be cut off.

The bartender told the owner she could not cut me off because I hadn't drank anything. Like I said, I got there at 4PM this all happened at 10PM. There is no way that in six hours, 3 beers and a sip of a shot I could have been that out of control. As time goes on I am learning more and more. I found out but don't know how true it is because the owner of the bar was not in there the first night that I was taking my cloths off and showing my private parts. I was also told that I was doing shots.

Could a date rape drug actually make you this inhibited? I have so many questions and no answers. How could I be walking, talking and carrying on conversations if I don't remember it? The truly scary thing to me is on the first night there was two guys and I don't know what happened with guy #2 or if he even slept with me. Could there have been more? Why would the bartender give some guy I don't know my keys and have him take me home? He rides a bicycle and has no drivers license.

Sharon, I also learned from the bartender that the gentleman who's face I spit my beer in 3 times does not remember any of this happening and was later found passed out in his car in the parking lot. Is their a way some how this drug could have got in his system from me spitting in his face? I have to thank God every day for good friends on the second night because if they did not get me home safely I probably would have been raped twice.

Since this has happened I have lost weight, had diarrhea and my vision has been cloudy. Is this any kind of side effect to anything? I also found out that a really good friend of my mother-in-laws who owns a bar here in town used to rent a room to this guy and told us that he would bring all kind of women home who were totally messed up and when he would have sex with them they would urinate all over the couch. As gross as that sounds is this any kind of side effect to a date rape drug?

I have always tried to teach my children to be cautious in life but some how failed with my own. I went to the police only to be turned away and told maybe I should not have been at that bar. This incident has affected my life and my family's life terribly. How do you find justice for this? I will never let this go because if I do then this guy and more like him will continue to hurt innocent people. How many young girls wake up from this drug only to know something bad happened, thinking it was their fault, by the time you have it figured out its way to late.

Lisa/Maryland