Rebecca Mott

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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Please send me, as a comment to this page, any old material you have for inclusion in The Daily Joke Alert - to help enable us all to have our fancy tickled regularly! Never mind the state it's in as I tidy everything up prior to publication. Don't let good material go to waste - and so much does. In the interests of the environment we should always try to re-cycle everything, especially jokes. You know that makes sense! You may find some historical stuff here, but this does not really matter as humor is fairly timeless.

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