Back when I was in college, I was once unlucky enough to have had my drink spiked on a night out. Once I got over the utter terror of having woken in my own bed with no idea of how or when I got there, I went to the college GP to get the morning after pill and whatever other tests would need to be done (sensible 19 year old that I was).
I sat for over an hour in the waiting room, only to be told by the doctor that I was clearly an alcoholic because I’d had more than 2 drinks the night before, and that I should give up alcohol. If I had no more “episodes” over the next 3 months, I would have proved him right. He also refused to write me a prescription or check for signs of possible rape.
His smugness didn’t ebb in the slightest as he shooed me from his surgery in tears. #MFIF