Asking for help after exiting the sex trade is scary – it is terrifying to admit that you can be that vulnerable, and cannot do it on your own.
What I learnt in prostitution was no-one cared whether I lived or died, no-one cared how much damage and poison was put in my body and mind – or least on-one cared enough to do anything practical to drag me out of that world.
I learnt that I was invisible, that if I was seen it was never as a full human being.
I learnt through pain, through hitting brick walls too often, through learning to grow silent and silenced – I learnt the hard way not to even expect others to help me.
I exited prostitution through sheer will power – the desire not to die, the discovery that there was more to life than the sex trade, the building-up…
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