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She keeps her Gatorade bottles lined up neatly in the fridge, like a small convenience store display. One night she notices a seal broken three bottles back. The drink is still full.
This story does not begin with a dramatic accusation. It begins with insomnia a body that rarely cooperates, a sleep pattern so fragile that a fan switching off can wake her. And then, without warning, heavy sleep. Immediate. Dense in a way she has never known.
What follows isn’t an outburst. It’s a slow assembling of details. Morning sensations that don’t match memory. Negative test strips. A doctor’s appointment. A conversation that shifts temperature in seconds.
There is a particular kind of rupture that happens when your body seems to know something before you do. This story sits there for a while in routine, in doubt, in the small choreography of checking a fridge. And then, eventually, a confession that rearranges the order of events.
The core tension emerges from a discrepancy between her established physical baseline and a sudden change she cannot account for. A lifelong light sleeper begins falling into abrupt, heavy sleep. At the same time, she notices physical signs suggesting sexual activity she does not consciously remember. The repetition of these two elements creates a pattern that feels difficult to ignore.
She responds methodically: inspecting bottle seals, switching drinks, purchasing test strips, consulting her primary care doctor. The tests return negative. A medical explanation is offered but feels incomplete. Suspicion does not resolve; it stalls.
The conflict escalates during confrontation. He reacts defensively, redirects blame toward her decreased libido, leaves, returns, and ultimately admits to slipping flibanserin into her drink to increase sexual interest. He frames it as a misguided solution. She understands it as a breach.
The dynamic shifts from uncertainty about external drugging to the revelation that her partner altered her body without her knowledge in an attempt to restore intimacy on his terms.
Text Version
I (22f) think my boyfriend (27m) is drugging me before bed
CONCLUDED
I am not The OOP, OOP is u/feelingdrugged
I (22f) think my boyfriend (27m) is drugging me before bed.
Originally posted to r/relationship_advice
TRIGGER WARNING: Rape, involuntary drugging
MOOD SPOILER: outrageous and horrific
Original Post – rareddit June 22, 2020
So I need to shed some back story to this. I’ve had really nasty insomnia most of my life. It’s come and gone since I was only 10. I have to sleep with blackout window blinds because any amount of light keeps me up. Sometimes the sound of my own breathing can keep me from falling asleep. But even when the insomnia isn’t bad, it still takes me at minimum an hour to fall asleep. Coupled with the insomnia, I’ve always been a very light sleeper. To give a perfect example, one night the power went out, causing my fan to shut off. The switch from the soft humming noise of the fan to complete silence was enough to wake me up. And I usually wake up several times throughout the night for absolutely no reason at all. With all that said, let me jump into why I think I’m being drugged.
A few months ago, I began a new medication that has seriously fucked up my libido. If I’m being honest, I’ve almost lost the desire to have sex completely. I still have sex from time to time, but mostly just to please my boyfriend and not because I want to. But our sex life has really plummeted. Again, most nights it takes me an hour to fall asleep after shutting off my phone. But within the past month, there have been a handful of nights where I’m sitting on my phone browsing reddit or reading when my eyes get really heavy all at once and next thing I know, I’m completely in a deep sleep. I mean within minutes. I won’t wake up again until the morning. This has never occurred in my life but I saw it as a blessing because maybe I was finally overcoming my insomnia.
This may be TMI, but it’s very relevant to this situation. Any ladies that have ever had sex without a condom know that when you get up after the sex, all of your mans ejaculate just kinda… Falls out of you. It’s really messy and gross. Well, every so often recently, when I’d wake up in the morning and start making breakfast, I’d get that same sensation. As if I had just had sex and all of this fluid is just coming out of me. A few days ago, I put two and two together. This always happens the night after I would doze off really suddenly.
I have never ever felt unsafe with my boyfriend and he’s never really pressured me to have sex. He’ll get really frustrated when I turn him down but I’ve chalked it up to blue balls and let it go. But now I’ve started thinking more and more about it, figuring out logistically how he could be doing this. Every night before bed, I drink a gatorade in the fridge with my medication. If he is drugging me, he could easily be putting it in my gatorades.
So what the hell am I supposed to do? I mean bringing this up to him is a pretty huge accusation, especially if I’m wrong. I have no idea how to address this or what I should do.
Edit: wow, I had gone to sleep last night and did not expect this many responses. Thank you so much to everyone reaching out with advice. I’m going to sift through everything and respond to any questions that I can but I woke up to over 350 responses so it’ll take a while.
TOP COMMENTS
buckythirteen96
Take your meds with something else, like water straight from the tap
You can order date rape drug testing kits online, you basically dip a bit of paper in your drink I think and it will tell you straight away.
If it tests positive, take it and the drink itself to the police as soon as possible. If its negative, I would say see your doctor
OOP
Thanks! I knew there were ways to test yourself after being raped to see if you had traces of a drug in your system but also knew that those drugs leave your system very quickly. But should I confront him at all? It’s so foreign to me to not talk about my problems with him, we’ve always had such open communication
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mumness
Are your drinks sealed. If they are unsealed that’s a hint. Like everyone else said take your meds with something you pour yourself. Also make sure you get your own meds so nothing else is slipped in., As a person who wakes up if a owl farts in China I feel your pain of not sleeping
Edit 2: thought I’d answer a few of the frequently asked questions up here. First being what medication im taking. 60mg of prozac. And I’ve got a lot of people asking why I’m drinking gatorade before bed. I don’t drink those big bottles, just the mini 12 oz bottles. I drink it because it’s a solid way to keep up on electrolytes since I’m not great at keeping myself hydrated. And I guess the way I saw it, I’m already not going to sleep so drinking something that might affect my ability to sleep won’t really matter. And a clarification, when I said I fall asleep within minutes, I didn’t mean within minutes of taking my med, but within minutes of that sudden onset of drowsiness (which occurs maybe a half hour until I take my meds).
There’s been a lot of great advice but I’m probably going to do 1 of 2 or both things. Try to record the fridge and see if I can get video of this happening. And I’ve ordered these drink test strips that you can dip in your drink and it will tell you if there are date rape drugs in the drink
Update: So I went to inspect my gatorades in the fridge (and yes, I’ve heard you, I’ll switch to something other than gatorade!). I keep them lined up very neatly, kinda how you’d see at a store. I noticed that about 3 bottles back from the first, the seal was broken open. The drink itself is still completely full. So I took that bottle, broke the seal on one and put it in it’s place. I went over to a friends house because I’m completely panicked now. I don’t know what to tell him but the test strips aren’t coming in until Tuesday and I don’t want to go back
Update – rareddit June 26, 2020 (4 days later)
Alright so a lot has happened since I put up my post and I really did try to keep this short but failed.
Per a lot of people’s comments, I checked the bottles to see if any where unsealed. I found one bottle a few rows back with a broken seal. In a panic, I took it with me to a friends and hadn’t come back home until today. My friend and I bought a urinalysis drug test at Walmart which came up clear. Yesterday, I was able to go into an appointment with my PCP to discuss the symptoms. While she reiterated what you all had said that leukorrhea is a side effect along with the paranoia and fatigue, she believes that, if what I’m telling her is accurate, it is improbable that I would only be experiencing these side effects so sporadically. She recommended that I see my OB about the “leukorrhea.” I have not been to see the OB yet.
Today I came home to retrieve the test strips I ordered. I ordered two different brands to cover all bases. These would test for drugs such as xanax, valium, rohypnal, and GHB. I also snooped around for any hidden medications per one commenters recommendation but didn’t find any.
Took the strips back to my friends house and tried several times. All came up negative. At this point, I was starting to get so aggravated with myself, feeling like it’s just paranoia all along. So I decided that I should sit down and talk with my boyfriend about everything. When he got home, I sat him down and explained everything that was going on, from feeling like he’s angry about the decrease in sex to the symptoms I was having to the one opened gatorade in the refrigerator. He immediately got very angry and defensive which I thought was weird because I in no way brought this up accusatorily. I was as calm as I could be but he continued to get angry and finally began blaming all of this on my lack of sex drive. He said he’s been getting more and more angry. At this point, I was so frustrated that I told him exactly what I thought he was doing. I asked him if he could give me a logical explanation as to why one gatorade would be unsealed. He got angry and left without a word so I took the time to gather my own thoughts. When he came back, he sat me down and confessed to me what was going on. Apparently he had found out through a friend about a “pink pill” which I guess is the female equivalent to Viagara. He refused to tell me how he obtained these pills which makes me very uneasy. He said that he had been giving me these pills every so often so that I would be interested in having sex. I was rightfully livid but he kept referencing some movie where the girl was slipping Viagara into her boyfriends drink and that’s why it was okay for him to do it to me in his mind. He swears up and down that the nights that he gave it to me, even though I was clearly asleep, I was still “giving indications” that I wanted to have sex with him. However he’s giving me no explanation of what that means or how I was giving such indications.
So I sat down to do some of my own research on it. This “pink pill” is called “flibanserin”. There’s really not a whole lot of information on it causing sedation. So I hopped over to a medication interaction website. Like I had said, I’m taking the prozac. But I also take 10mg of melatonin and since spring had started, I’ve been taking my allergy medication, Sudafed Allergy. Under interations, the ingredients in Sudafed Allergy (Pseudoephedrine & chlorpheneramine) mixed with this “flibanserin” shit causes increased sedation. Not to mention the melatonin on top of this. So, unbeknownst to him, slipping me this pill (at who knows what dose) was causing me to feel heavily sedated. He’s continued to try and argue that he really has done nothing wrong, and that it was equivalent to him trying to turn me on by going down on me. But I’ve already told him that he needs to leave. I’m staying at my friends house in the meantime because I have no interest in sticking around someone that thinks it’s okay to slip medication to people.
Edit: I wanted to link the extensive list of drug interactions with Flibanserin. Take a look. There are over 50 contraindicated meds that, had I been taking any of them, he could have accidentally killed me. Even including straight up grapefruit. Not even a drug.
TL;DR: Boyfriend was not drugging me with date rape drugs. He was slipping me something called “flibanserin” (female equivalent to Viagara) in order for me to get in the mood. My medication interactions with this pill caused heavy sedation. He swears that I was still consenting in my sleep but I’ve kicked him out.
FINAL COMMENTS
AlilChillyPepper
Holy shit. I mean…he was risking your life with those medication interactions just because he’s sexually frustrated. What a scumbag.
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swirleytundra919
Kick him out and don’t ever talk to him. He violated your trust. What a scumbag. He could have talked to you about his feelings but he thought it was okay to impair someone.
F him!
OOP
And the stupid thing is that if he would have just brought the idea to me in the first place about taking something for my libido, I probably would have been open to it. But he decided he’d rather hide it
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blackandwhitepaint
Wow. That is a flat out rapist and a criminal in the making. I’m so horrified on your behalf and glad that you were able to stand up for yourself. Please take time to digest this to mull over your options whether they be pressing charges, warning his acquaintances, therapy, etc.
OOP
My friend agrees that I should be pressing charges. As much as I want to, I really have zero evidence of it. When all the gatorade tests came up null, we threw it out because I definitely wasn’t going to drink it anyway
OOP replying to a deleted commenter to still report the ex
Is there a way for me to report this and then stay out of it? The idea of going through a whole trial with nothing but his verbal admission of guilt to me in private seems… Hopeless
Source
The early movement of this story is procedural. She checks seals. She lines bottles up. She takes one with her to a friend’s house. She buys two brands of test strips and dips them carefully. They come back negative.
For a moment, the escalation flattens. Maybe it’s medication. Maybe it’s stress. Maybe she is misreading her own body. That doubt lingers longer than the accusation.
Then the conversation.
She sits him down and explains the symptoms in order the sudden sleep, the physical residue, the opened bottle. She says she is scared. He becomes angry immediately. He interrupts. He blames her reduced sex drive. He leaves the apartment without finishing the discussion. When he returns, he sits across from her and admits he has been slipping her a “pink pill.” He refuses to explain how he got it.
He insists she was “giving indications” even while asleep.
That sequence stands on its own.
His stated motive is frustration a dwindling sex life, a growing resentment, a belief that he could correct the problem quietly. In his framing, the pill is a tool. An enhancement. A shortcut. He compares it to trying harder in bed.
But the method matters. Access to her nightly routine. A sealed bottle opened without her knowledge. Medication introduced into her system without conversation. The sedation amplified by interactions he did not fully understand.
The conflict was not loud at first. It unfolded in increments. Sleep. Residue. Tests. Anger. Admission.
And what remains unsettled is not only the medical risk. It is the logic that unconscious “indications” could substitute for agreement.
