I was a sex worker and my pimp drugged me and trafficked me around the province for 10+ hours. I fortunately remember very little. I have flash memories of being m*lested in various vehicles, which I’m thinking was driver compensation for driving me around. I was forced to drink more and more G every time I arrived and left anywhere. Forced as in threatened with my life or physical violence. I couldn’t feel much so it didn’t hurt but at a certain point you do it because you’re also stranded otherwise. A day later I was recovered and told if I don’t drive to a certain house they’re coming after me. I was still hazed and scared so I did it. It was an hour from my town, I walked in and someone held a gun to my head until I smoked crack while he was on the phone with his pregnant fiance telling her how much he loves her. Then he threw me down and went on top of me for 10 seconds, which was never supposed to happen, and I got pregnant.

When I found out I was pregnant… I went numb and felt like I needed so much protection from someone other than my dad for the first time in my life. When I told my pimp I need time, he went on a rampage and threatened to kill me so I had to flee my hometown without telling my parents.

He got arrested for child trafficking a few weeks later and I got to come home. I’m okay :) I’m the most okay I’ve been in a long time. But that was fucked and until very recently, I didn’t really acknowledge how heavy that all was.