This is Why

Because as a narcoleptic, men always found it pretty easy to knock me out with alcohol and pizza-and assault me.

At a party in high school, I once woke up in a different house with one of the rich boys on top of me.
Later on, another guy put hickeys and bites all over my ass cheeks while I was sleeping.
In college, I once woke up vomiting because one of my "friend's" penis was in my mouth.   
Apparently they all felt I deserved it.

Still, I consider myself lucky, because I never fell asleep driving and killed someone while undiagnosed.
That's a narcoleptic's worst fate.