Charlette

After reading all these articles it all seems clear now... I am a victim too. My experience happened at the Hard Rock in Cancun on March 1,2017. I thought I got a little to reckless on spring break the first week of March 2017 and was sent home from my resort less than 24hrs after arriving. Something about this trip didn't feel right to me the moment I woke up at my CT home to get ready for the airport. I had anxiety about flying alone so I made sure to prepare properly by eating a well rounded breakfast at the airport and went about my flying with no alcoholic beverages. When I arrived in mexico I had a time of finding my prepaid shuttle and wouldn't settle for any of the creepy cab drivers as I am a 23 year old white female alone in Cancun at this point. I finally find my shuttle and make it to the resort. Hotel security already had their eye out for me the moment I got there because my plane came in late and my friends at the resort were starting to panic wondering where I was alerting the staff to watch for me. Once I arrived all my friends went to the dinner the resort had set up for us while I ran to get dressed and settled in my room. After that I proceeded to the roof top dinner where I had a couple drinks maybe 3 at most that the bartender was calling "Slime" we were all getting "Slimed" on spring break. My friends and I thought it was great and never thought twice about it. From dinner we went back to our rooms for a little to hang out and then later went to the bar. I did one shot with all my friends and my best friend can vouche that I was not drunk and was actually playing the mom of the group passing out capped bottled waters to my friends and carrying around 2 for myself. So if I was so hydrated how could I possibly black out? Well from there we went to the "Club" which there were minimal people, and I only had one drink in this area the whole night while we danced and sweat all the previous alcohol out of our system. I went back to my room with my room mate my best friend tucked me in and they both left the room again. This is where everything falls apart. I do not recall getting back out of bed, I don't know how I ended up outside my room, I was wearing no pants, no underwear, nothing but a small tank top. When I came to I was being approached my 2 male security guards yelling at me to come down stairs with them, they refused to get me a towel to cover myself with. They finally brought me down to the guest counter where I still did not understand how this was all happening The gentleman gave me a room key and sent me back to my room. When I woke up in the morning I was called down my hotel management to tell me I had 30 mins to get my belongs and get off their property or they would call the police. They charged me a $200 fee and did not refund my weeks stay, also forcing me to purchase a new flight home with no where to stay. They offered me little explanation as to why I was being kicked out. They said I woke other guests by knocking on their doors late at night. The only thought I have is I was knocking on doors seeking help from whoever was removing my clothing while I was blacked out in the hallway. I've had my fair share of times being blacked out drunk in the USA and I've never had this kind of feeling or expereince. They made me feel ashamed when I didn't know what to be ashamed for. Something didn't sit right with me given all of this, to top it off on my way home I found traces of blood in my underwear as if something more had happened to me that I didn't know about. I was too afraid to investigate it further for fear of what I may have found out. I guess as unfortunate as it is for all of us, I'm happy to know I'm not alone. That night will always bother me because I will never know the true extent of what happened in my life that night.