I had my drink spiked when I was 19.
I woke up at home covered in blood, wearing a hospital gown and with a random american man's passport in my handbag, with no recollection of anything past arriving at the bar completely sober.
I was a state when I went to police station. Security cameras saw me being led out of the bar, shoved into a car, then one hell of a commotion that led to me being thrown out of the car shortly down the road (luckily it turns out I am a vicious fighter when drugged). An ambulance took me to hopsital to stitch me up and sort out my breathing (depressed due to the date rape drug used). I then apparently ran out of the hopsital to my house.
Anyway, the point is that before the police had managed to put any of that timeline together, I had to go through the rape kit as no one knew what had happened.
It was humiliating. I hope they are better now but I would never do one again. Standing naked and shivering as a stern woman took photos and the two male police officers were joking around and laughing behind the screen. Thankfully I was fine, but I don't think I would have had the backbone to go to court even if it was worse.
I seriously doubt these women, who had not met before, simultaneously decided to go through this whole process for a jape.