I had a drink spiked by a friend OP, but it wasn't GHB or a typical spiking drug. It was a heroic dose ofLSD and MDMA. We were at a rave.
The police were absolutely fucking useless and even tried to convince me I took it willingly because I knew what it was I had been spiked with.
I only knew what I'd been spiked with because at the rave I had a seizure and the spiker felt guilty and confessed to my partner what they'd done but then refused to admit it during questioning and said we were all taking drugs to enhance the rave.
The hospital staff were also no help, and the consultant even came and brought me a booklet about responsible drinking and drug use upon my discharge.
Nobody in the club we were at helped me even though it was clear before my seizure I was in significant distress and I'd apparently run up to the staff babbling and incoherent in a circuit multiple times, then I'd managed to bolt out of the door and quite fortunately for me I dropped and had my seizure right outside the paramedic tent, where I also smacked my head on the guard rails for the main road.
His reason for spiking me: I didn't look like I was having any fun. I was pressured to go to the rave, I don't like crowded places or loud noises but I didn't want to seem like a fun sucker.
I am disappointed that over 10 years later the police are still fucking useless with this. I hope they get a kick up their arse and your daughter and her friend get justice. It is awful and traumatic and it really impacts your social life and your ability to trust people. Well done to your sons for rallying round her and being the support she needs and to you as well. It will mean the world of difference to her.