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This is what it feels like to be "roofied".

Growing up on the Gold Coast, I was told incessantly about the dangers of having a drug slipped into a drink. My mother and father knew the terminology; “getting roofied” – in reference to the drug Rohypnol, also called the “date-rape” drug. They knew what it meant. It was associated with bad men drugging you and sexual assault and waking up hurt in strange, dangerous places.

They thought they knew how to prevent it. Or how to be careful, at least. They taught me to never leave a drink unattended. Never to accept an open drink from a stranger. Never to take an open drink onto the dance floor. To keep my index finger over the opening a bottle while walking through a crowd.

They didn’t know what it felt like though.

“When I try to bring the night back, this is where it stops, halfway through the second gin and tonic,” journalist Jordan Kisner wrote for The Cut. “I remember that my friend was teasing me and I was laughing, and that the crowd was close around us, many of them tall men, which made it feel like we were in a warm clearing amidst trees. I remember feeling safe, and then I remember nothing.”

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I have never been “roofied”, at least to my knowledge. And that’s the problem – I can’t be sure. The list of symptoms that appear at the top of a Google search “symptoms of being roofied” are vague, and difficult to distinguish from the symptoms of having too much to drink.

For example:

  • Drunk Feeling.
  • Trouble talking.
  • Trouble standing.
  • Inability to move.
  • Feeling of being paralysed.
  • Loss of muscle control.
  • Confusion.
  • Nausea.

Personal accounts, like Kisner’s, are more educational.

“Twelve hours after being drugged, I woke up shaking in John’s bed, fully clothed, and on top of the covers,” Kisner wrote. “My knowledge of the interim is pieced together mostly from what he told me. Apparently, I’d grown radiantly happy and then quickly, dramatically incapacitated. I’d stopped talking, and then walking. I ran into walls.”

“He took me back to his apartment to put me to bed, but I managed to lock myself in his bathroom for 30 minutes and either wouldn’t or couldn’t respond to his attempts to coax me out,” she continued. “When I finally emerged, he suggested I sit down, and I sat. He told me I should drink water, and I wordlessly accepted the cup. This was what unnerved him the most in the retelling: how pliable I had been. ‘You would do things, but you weren’t there,’ he said.”

Perhaps the most startling aspect of Kisner’s account was the fact she wasn’t a victim to any violence.

Obviously, this is a good thing.

But it begs a question around the motivations of the person doing the drugging. Why? 

Kisner asked around. She found many people had experienced the same thing. Drugged. No memory. But no danger.

“Dave was drugged while hanging out in a gay bar with some friends; Zelda was drugged when she went out with co-workers in Soho; Kate was drugged at a club in midtown; Trenton at a club in the Meatpacking District,” her article reads. “Each was incapacitated in the moment, violently ill afterward, and otherwise physically unharmed. No one ever reported to the police.”

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Rophypnol is just one way of getting “roofied”. In Australia, ketamine (sometimes called Special K) and gamma-hydroxybutyrate, (liquid ecstasy) are also commonly used.

When slipped into an open drink, all these drugs result in similar symptoms – memory loss, lethargy, a drugged/drunk-like state. All are also lethal in large doses.

Yes, the dangers of date-rape are still very real. Remember the three women in California in May this year, who spotted a man slipping something suspicious into what-looked-like his date’s drink while she was in the bathroom? One of them followed her into the bathroom and told her what she saw. They told the restaurant management, who reviewed the cctv footage. The woman’s glass was also taken by police as evidence.

That man was later charged with the intent to commit rape and drugging with the intent to commit rape.

But, the dangers of being drug-abused, without violence or sexual assault, are also real.

“I had no idea who it could possibly have been [who drugged me],” one woman, who was drugged in a bar and came to after a four-hour blackout, told Kisner. “I was 99 percent sure I hadn’t been assaulted, and I really just wanted to forget about the whole experience by that stage. I was emotionally and physically exhausted, and went into hibernation for a while.”

Clearly, despite my parents’ advice, being drugged is not always about bad men and dangerous places.

For this reason, it’s never been more necessary to know the dangers. That they could come from anywhere. You need to know the ways to keep safe. No matter where you are. But, most importantly, you need to know what it feels like.

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Nomad 7 years ago

Like the article says, it really is a danger even if there's no bad men and dangerous places. We had gone out to a bar to see a friend's band play and in total, I had 4 beers that night. There was a really sweet girl that had been sitting with a group of guys next to us and she asked us for a cigarette and then came over to our table and hung out. A little while later, the group of guys she was with got up and left and said "nice to meet you" to the girl. She had an almost full beer and asked me if I wanted it because she didn't and I took it (this was my 4th beer of the night). About 20 minutes after drinking that beer, I was extremely happy and conversing and about 10 minutes later I don't remember anything. I was there with my boyfriend and some other friends and based on what they told me, we were going to try to ride our bikes home but while we were standing with our bikes before getting on, I just couldn't stand up and fell. I then almost fell backwards getting into our lyft. My boyfriend thought I was just really drunk so he was scared I was going to throw up in the lyft but was very surprised at how calm I was. We got home and I couldn't stand up for the life of me so he puts me to bed. Our friends stayed the night at our place and I guess I had gotten up to go pee and was completely naked besides undies and apparently I missed the toilet a little bit and didn't flush, luckily only my boyfriend saw this. And the next day I felt like I couldn't really think straight, was very out of it, and I couldn't eat or drink water because it made my stomach turn.
So don't accept drinks even if it's from an unsuspecting nice girl. Either her drink was drugged by someone or she drugged me.


Kitty Bootleg 7 years ago

I had my drink 'spiked' once while travelling as a young backpacker through Europe about ten years ago. I had decided to have a drink in my hostel's bar rather than exploring the city of Amsterdam at night (a safe choice, I thought). I met a group of young people who were all hanging out and talking about their travels (as young backpackers tend to do) and I remember accepting a beer from a Canadian guy who was buying a round for everyone. The next thing I remember is the sensation of my bar stool spinning, and feeling like my mind was foggy. The Canadian guy was trying to convince me to 'take a walk' with him outside to clear my head, and even though I was struggling to understand what was happening, I remember feeling deeply uncomfortable about this suggestion. He was very persistent, so I told him I was going to my room to get my coat and that I would come back (with no intention of doing this). Then I remember bouncing on and off the walls in the hostel as I struggled to my dorm. I don't remember even going in to the dorm room, but my friend who was playing pool in another part of the hostel bar came looking for me, and he found me lying on the floor of the dorm with this Canadian guy taking my scarf off. My friend told him to back off, and this guy insisted I was drunk and he was 'helping' me, but he ran off very quickly. I woke up the next morning feeling very confused and with my friend in the bed with me. I remember looking around the room and seeing my scarf draped over a stranger's bed in the corner. It was then I realised that the Canadian guy had targeted me because he was staying in the same dorm room as me, which meant he had a key to the room when I tried to escape. We packed up and left that morning. I was lucky my friend found me when he did, I hate to think what might have happened. It is important that people look after their friends when you are drinking anywhere, even if you feel like you are in a 'safe' space, because not all predators look creepy - the most effective ones look like 'nice' 'normal' guys.

Keyla 7 years ago

My goodness, that is absolutely terrifying. Thank goodness your friend was there!