Ryan-Thomas’s Blog

So if you’ve seen my Instagram, you’ll know that I was spiked on Monday. A quiet post-work few glasses of rośe zinfandel became me, slumped unconscious on the floor of a Wetherspoons toilet.

DO NOT leave your drink unattended…

Sitting next to the bar, I thought that I could go to the toilet and come back, knowing there would be staff in close proximity to my drink and it would be fine.
I was wrong.

Within less than 20 minutes of me finishing the drink after I returned, I started to feel ‘high’. I excused myself from the table, started walking to the bathroom, realised I couldn’t see, and fell through a door and luckily was held up by someone in there. I vaguely remember getting myself into a toilet cubicle, throwing up, and then nothing. Apparently I was blacked out, slumped over the toilet bowl for half an hour.

An ambulance was called, paramedics arrived and then I woke up. It took me a while to figure out where I was and what had happened, and as I became more alert and started to reply to questions about what I had drank, I know my limits, I know what being drunk feels like.

This was not drunk.
I had the realisation I had been spiked.

And I was back to normal within an hour, because the drugs these, to put it bluntly, disgusting weird cunts use are only meant to work long enough so they can satisfy themselves.

What to do if you think you have been spiked?

Immediately tell someone that you trust that you do not feel well and think you have been spiked.

Stop drinking alcohol.

Get to a safe place. This could be behind the bar, outside, or in a quiet corner.

Tell staff and ask them to phone for medical help on 999.

And most importantly, if someone unfamiliar comes up to you in this time, do not engage with them. It doesn’t matter how well meaning their intentions are or not, politely tell them to fuck off.

Stay safe out there. RTx