| Story #15 Bryan | ||
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Sharon, I listened to your show on 101.1 today as I was driving down the road and when you came on my heart hit the floor of my car. I was drugged at a party when I was 15 along with two other boys although I don't remember details of the events I know the guy who raped me was convicted on several counts and is serving a twenty five year sentence. I Lost my childhood that day. I became angry at the world at how could have this happened to me and I shut down. I locked it up in a closet and never told a sole except my psychologist. I suffer from depression and haven't been able to heal from what happened to me. I have never found closure. I feel alone like I have no support or friends for many years. I work part-time two days a week because I have also been hit by a drunk driver to top things off. I will never be able to erase what happened to me or heal from what my atacker did to me but I wish I could make a diffrence so this doesn't happen to others. I have always been a very good speaker and After listening to your show I have decided this is a cause I want to get involved with and help fight. I honestly believe it is very rampant here as the rave and club scene is very large. I have heard stories from women who are friends. I need support. I also want to get involved and help. I am also very intelligent and have researched this substance and what it does for years after what happened to me. I refer to this drug as liquid crack it is the worst thing ever made by mankind and it has found it's way into the hands of some very bad people and I really want to help make a diffrence so please contact me if you know of some support groups online. |
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| Story #14 Sarah | ||
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I recently had my drink spiked at the weekend - I had been drinking and I was a bit drunk and alert of everything I was doing and who I was talking to. However, After I went into a certain bar I can't remember anything after a certain time, The next thing I remember is being back in my friends house being sick down the toilet. I then remember waking up the next morning. I was lucky my friend found me as if he had not I doubt I would have been safe. It was the scariest night of my life because I don't know what happened or who I was with for the majority of the night. Drink spiking is sick and I think those who do it are extremely sick - it can seriously mess people up - I am scared to go out again incase the same thing happens. I don't remember most of the night and I never went to the hospital for a test - because I never thought of doing that. I know it would be too late now as it is 6 days after it has happened. My mum is always warning me to never leave my drink abandoned - I feel so stupid for not being more alert. |
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| Story #13 Carol | ||
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Sharon, I think Natile Holloway (the missing girl in Aruba) was given the Date Rape Drug by those three boys and then they took her on the boat and raped her and then dumped her over board to the sharks. My prayers are with the Holloway family. |
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| Story#12 Christine | ||
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Hi, my name is Christine and I'm a 19 year old from Boston. Right after I turned 16, I was drugged and raped by my "boyfriend", his brother, a friend of theirs, and probably the neighbors. This "boyfriend" - John - had slipped GHB into my drink. I realized what happened 24 hours later and was afraid to tell anyone because I had been drinking vodka when I was drugged and my mom would've been mad. Anyway, all I remember about that night is the events leading up to the second sip of my drink, and re-gaining consciousness and vomiting, passing out again, re-gaining consciousness with different hands on my chest... I couldn't open my eyes, I just remember the voices. My eyelids felt very heavy so I didn't see any faces. That's another reason I never told the police: I didn't have any evidence and I didn't remember enough to file a report. Please, if you think you've been drugged, keep your clothes that you were wearing at the time of the incident in a bag, save any vomit and drink that you think was spiked, go to the hospital and have an exam done... Please do not become another statistic and do not let the person who did this to you get away with it like I did. Christine, To young to know ! Boston, Ma. |
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| Story #11 - Mia | ||
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Hi Sharon, I am a mother of 3 and one and a half years ago I went to Jingle Ball, a concert of numerous artists held in Dec at the Cox Arena in San Diego at San Diego State University. I ordered a glass of wine at the concession stand and the rest of the night is hazy. I do recall placing my head on one of my friends' shoulders intermittently. I remember going to the bathroom and calling my boyfriend and feeling very strange. The only other memory I have is standing on the corner outside of Cox Arena waiting for the signal light. I woke up at 6:20 am in my Suburban which was parked near the football fields. I was fully clothed with my pleather jacket still tied. I was beyond groggy. I could not find my cell phone but drove home to a family who was very worried. Apparently, that morning the girls row team was practicing and one of the girls found my phone and called the entry entered as home. Whoa dog is all I can say. I couldnt work that day as I was soooo groggy and freaked out. The only thing that saved me besides heaven above, was the innate reflex of when I am ready to pass out, that I will not let anyone see me. It was this that saved me. I am happy to read that you are warning people. I am not going to go into another story, but I was exposed to GHP at another party prior. My Mom told me that the third time I may not be so lucky. With three kids, this has placed the fear of God in me. Please let me know how to purchase the coasters. Again, thank you so much that you are warning people!!! God Bless You |
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| Story #10 Melissa | ||
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Sharon, Wow, what a great thing you are doing in trying to help others by sharing your story. It happened to me a couple of years ago and I'm just now having a few flashbacks and trying to come to terms with it all. I can't believe the evil that exists in the world today. Bless you and peace be. |
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| Story#9 Faith | ||
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I'm sitting at my computer reading everyone's story and crying so much I can hardly see the keyboard. I am first becoming more and clearer and sure I was drugged. It only happened 2 1/2 months ago in March. Thank you all for sharing your stories. It helps a lot. My close girlfriend who is a Parole Officer, also a singer, was beginning to "come out" with the band she's been practicing with for years. I was in the process of packing up my apartment to move to Florida. My parents are not doing well so I decided it was that time in life to help out. I was leaving in 4 days, had sold my car and was renting a car for the few days. I didn't want to go but she claimed she needed the support. She did inform me that the place she was playing at was a Dive. When I arrived I spotted many familiar faces from our town. Yet I could tell as well who the regulars were. I ordered a glass of red wine which I normally don't do when I'm driving. I had my back to the bar and every now and then I would sip my wine and enjoy my friends beautiful voice. Within an hour a man appeared on the stool next to me and began a conversation. He was very charismatic yet his skin told me he was either once a very bad boy or still is. Immediately I thought this one has or had a drug life. I decided not to pay attention to him. He offered to buy me wine and I told him NO THANK YOU I already have. While I was turned around and enjoying the music I proceeded to take another sip and noticed a full glass of wine. I looked at the bartender puzzled; he nodded his head like it was okay. So time past...I'm sipping and I found myself in more conversations with this creepy looking guy. I even questioned myself, "Why am I okay with talking to him?" He then leaned over and said, "If you give me $500 I can take very good care of you." I WAS APPAULED AND JUMPED OFF MY SEAT TO REMOVE MYSELF. I took a few deep breaths in order not to start a scene because after all it was my friend's big night. I walked outside and he followed me. I remember hitting him.....walked back inside and was acting very happy. Something told me to run to my car. I never thought of asking for help. I remember yelling something in the parking lot. The next thing I remember a voice in my head saying, "I don't know where I am or what I'm doing." I woke up in my car on the driver’s side in front of a gate and before I knew it there was a police car behind me. I had stopped smoking but there was a cigarette in my hand. I was so disoriented I didn't know where to put it out. Before I knew it I was handcuffed. After that I was in a cell. I found cigarettes in my purse and have absolutely no memory of buying them or how they got there. I was so disoriented in the cell I didn't know how to use the phone....nor did I think of calling a friend. Other girls who have been locked up before told me to call a bail person. I was so paranoid and have never been in this situation I was so scared they were going to kill me. The police there as well treated me so bad. It was all so degrading. I'm 47 years old, never was in trouble before, have 2 beautiful children. One is in Law school and the other will be marrying in September. I am now waiting for a hearing for a DUI. When I finally arrived home I had welts all over my face...my lips were swollen twice their normal size and I had terrible pain in my left lower back. It felt like a kidney infection was coming on but it never did. I hired an attorney and finally confessed to my girlfriend only this past week. She told me things I was saying and doing that I have no memory of. I've been so ashamed and am scared of this hearing. I can't fall asleep many nights because of what I know. I do remember asking the officer to find this man but it's not in the police report. I returned to the bar 2 days later to question the owner about the guy. He said I had 2 more drinks before I left and I seemed happy and having a good time. He remembers how upset I was and never saw that guy before. My girlfriend thought I looked like I had too much to drink and asked to drive me home but I refused her. I don't remember that either. Is it possible to look happy and alert and not know what you're doing? Are those physical symptoms at all common? I need help....and would like to help others out there as well. It is the most devastating thing I've ever been through. I have no clue if he left me alone or took me somewhere. I guess I’m better off not knowing. Thanks for listening. |
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| Story#8 - Kevin | ||
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Hi Sharon: Does your book only cover GHB or do you cover other kinds of drugs that people slip into drinks also? I think my wife and I have both been drugged by a family member and I am trying to find out what all effects drink droppers can cause. I have an idea of a couple drugs that could have been used but I need to find out more about what the effects are and what they can cause. This has happened over a year span and I think my wife was drugged more then I have been. I live in Ontario Canada and a family Lawyer refered me to your site saying I should be able to find my answers. Sharon I really hope you can help me out or point me in the directions I need to find my research out as this has turned our whole lives upside down and the police have Placed my wife in Jail for something I am 100% sure she never did. But being drugged has altered her perceptions and reality and Because of that she also had an affair with this family memeber which she always told me she felt he was creepy and she told me he hit on her alot and I told her I would talk to him about it and she said no just leave it I don't want to cause problems in the family and that she never let it go any further and if it gets out of hand she will let me know. Well Sharon we had a Baby in Jan 2004 and our relationship was very strong everyone you talk to says we were a good couple it was like we were made for each other. Anyway about 4 weeks after having the Baby she started getting really moody and started pulling away from me. She says thats arround the time when everything started happening between her and this family member. But her memory is foggy and she is not sure exactly when it started and through out the year she is having a hard time remembering things and events. The affair continued off and on for the whole year and she told me there was times she tried pulling away from him and then it was like she got drawn right back in. This whole year hasn't made sence to me the arrest doesn't make sence to me. Then I started remembering an event that took place right before she went to the hospital for help and I am 100% positive he tried drugging her then as he wasn't expecting me to be home that day and he showed up with 2 hot chocolates one for him and one for her and before he left he poured the one hot chocolate down the sink rinsed out the throw away cup. He took it with him even after I offered to throw it in the garbage. he went out side and threw it on the lawn. My wife told me that he must have taken her drink cause she had more then what was in the one he left. Then later that night he came back and I think he drugged my drink as I only had 2 drinks and again after he left I felt really strange and sick to my stomach I layed down for a few minutes to settle my stomach. The next thing I knew it was a couple hours later I woke up and I jumped out of bed asking my wife what is going on as I don't feel right something is wrong something just isn't right... and well the next events transpired the next day with her taking pannick attacks which lead to where we are today. |
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| Story#7 - Mary | ||
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Mr. Cordial...Our story My husband was riding his motorcycle a year and a half ago and decided to stop at a restaurant where bikers tend to go. He began talking with another rider and they decided to ride together for awhile that afternoon. Just before they were to go, the man suggested going to another club and getting a bite. My husband wanted to head back towards home, but agreed to be cordial. As they were walking towards their bikes, the man suddenly said he had to run an errand. My husband thought this was odd, especially because the whole point was to ride together. He said okay, he'll meet him there. After waiting for 30 -45 minutes and ordering two beers, the man never showed up. He left the establishment at 6:00 in the evening, walked towards his motorcycle, and the rest is gone from his memory until he woke up four weeks later in ICU. He was found in the middle of the road, 100ft from his bike...no helmet, which he always wears. He made it 10 miles with a blood alcohol of 3.2. He should have died. There are many factors including false credit card charges, forged signatures, respiratory rate of 6 at the scene, erratic ER behavior and questions from the doctors if he does "street" drugs and discussions with Trinka Perotta that point towards he was likely given GHB. Many have told us the memory lapse is from the brain injury, but after much research, the memory does not shut "shut off" like a switch and usually comes back somewhat, at least in fragments. He has a brain injury, can no longer practice dentistry and our marriage has been deeply affected. A trial is forthcoming due to the excessive alcohol level found in his blood. There are laws against over serving etc. He so strongly believes he was drugged. This is a heinous crime if indeed he was taken advantage of this way. He is a mild mannered, inhibited man who never would have drunk like that on his bike. He deeply regrets not being "man" enough to say no to the man who told him to meet him there. By the way, isn't it odd the man never showed up? Was he sent there? I never would have thought a year ago that men were victims of these drugs. This sight is a wonderful support for those who have become victims and share the horror of not remembering. Of feeling like they don't even know themselves at times and even go as far as "could I have done that?" I only wish I had requested the blood test. That is what I will always regret. Thanks to Sharon, perhaps we can prevent this tragedy on some level. He always has a plan and we must trust in that. God bless and may peace be with you all some day. Mary from Texas |
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| Story#6 - Ray | ||
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I rented a room in my 2-bdrm Manhattan apartment to a clean-cut, professional, 31 year old, Indian-immigrant, who worked in Connecticut. He seemed kind, responsible, and was clean. He regularly bought toilet paper, paid the rent on time, and did his own dishes. I thought he was a decent person. As it turned out, by his own admission-- in the presence of another witness-- he described for me in detail 3 different occasions when he willfully spiked the drinks of women (including one government official) while in India. In one instance, the person he drugged (with intent to have sex) gave some of the "tea" to her young child, who then fell and was never medically addressed-- he was more afraid of getting into trouble than addressing the possibly dangerous risks to the health of an infant. The worst part, was when myself and the other person present expressed such shock and outrage, he didn't understand why we were so upset and what the big deal was. He showed no remorse or regret, and was laughing about his mischievousness. I explained to him that this was illegal, immoral, unethical, and extremely upsetting to hear that people were taken advantage of. He wouldn't hear criticism of his acts. I will not be surprised if he strikes again, and only wish I had more ammunition to prosecute him with. I was witness to his mistreating women repeatedly--such as bringing home the minister's daughter after he got her so drunk that she spent the night vomiting in the bathtub. Or the time when he finally got a date with a French woman he had been actively pursuing for a few months (even showed up at her work) and while on the date he decided she was "dull" so he proceeded to pick up another woman at the bar while his date was in the bathroom. These are the type of instances he bragged about to me, as his roommate. I am thrilled that he no longer lives near me, and I have no contact with him. I write this as a warning to women everywhere, that even the nice, clean-cut, unassuming guy who you think has manners, is not to be trusted and can be very dangerous. |
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