Have you ever been roofied?
The first time was in a bar. I ended up running around the CBD with my credit card out, asking strangers to help me use an ATM. My boyfriend found me and took me home, where I passed out in safety, and he watched me all night in case he had to take me to the hospital or something.
The second time was at a function with colleagues I thought I could trust. When I started behaving oddly, two of those colleagues walked me back to my room. I couldn’t find my key, so one of them boosted the other through the small window above my door, which I’d left open. He locked the window and unlocked the door from the inside. They then instructed me to lock the door behind me as I went in and, just in case, one of them slept in front of a chair outside my door for the next few hours.
I am unbelievably lucky to have had people who loved me watch over me closely on those two nights.
I am so, so sorry you did not have the same luck, and I think you are very courageous for looking after your friends in such a triggering situation, and braver still for then sharing your story on Medium.