I don’t see anybody else other than myself and a handful of other destitute American sex trafficking survivors struggling to NOT die from poverty while fighting for systemic changes so that survivors can get prostitution records expunged – the very same records that barred us from jobs (condemning us to life-threatening poverty and shorter life expectancy rates by decades compared to any other group) ever since we escaped from our traffickers so we *could* support ourselves.
I don’t see ANY support for destitute sex trafficking survivors at all from the comfortably off non-survivors dominating the anti-trafficking movement – the so-called social justice activists who have never been homeless and hungry and forced to eat from a garbage can a day in their lives, either. Everybody is downright HOSTILE to the idea of any real meaningful support and restorative justice for destitute sex trafficking survivors with NO family to fall back on for support and who are struggling just to NOT die from poverty.
Survivors get left to suffer with NO HEAT in a 40-ish degree house, NO hot water to bathe properly with, not enough to eat half the time, and no access to medical care after an entire lifetime of being legally PREVENTED from being able to get/keep a job due to un-expunged/vacated prostitution arrest records
so we could support ourselves and be able to survive.
Nobody cares about us. Nobody is supporting us. We’re left for dead. Literally. Which is why the majority of sex trafficking survivors end up dead from poverty or suicide before their 35th birthday – in THIS country.
I sit here in a house with NO HEAT AND HOT WATER. In northwestern Pennsylvania in the middle of winter.
Because in this selfish, self-centered social Darwinist society, anybody who doesn’t have family to help them gets left for dead and NOT helped or supported or cared for by ANYONE else at all – something I learned when I was orphaned at 13 and then trafficked, with the full blessing and approval of this entire society which decided long before I was born that the gutter and an early grave was the ONLY place poor women and girls with nothing and no family were allowed to have in this country, this “land of the free.”(Freedom for whom?)
And that’s how it is for the majority of sex trafficking survivors in THIS country who managed to *escape from* our traffickers.
Thinking we’d finally found freedom. Yeah, right. What a cruel joke.
Freedom to suffer total social exclusion, marginalization and neglect for the rest of our lives because of being stigmatized for what was done TO us?
Freedom to starve and freeze to death in 40-degree homes without heat?
Freedom to sit neglected, hungry and cold and all alone while everybody else enjoys Thanksgiving and Xmas dinners in nice comfortable warm homes surrounded by FAMILIES who LOVE them (another privilege many sex trafficking victims don’t have) without once giving a shit if your needs were being met?
Freedom to die from a dental abscess, or go blind from untreated glaucoma from poverty and lack of access to medical, vision, and dental care?
Freedom to be LEGALLY PREVENTED from being able to support ourselves so we CAN survive and NOT die from poverty?
Freedom to be begrudged badly needed life-saving help from Xtian charities/NGO’s who collect millions “for the cause” on OUR suffering while telling the destitute sex trafficking survivor standing right in front of ’em that we don’t deserve to be helped because that’s “expecting handouts?”
If I had the opportunity to LEAVE America and move to one of the Nordic model countries, I’d be gone already. Because America is NOT great. It’s not even good. Or free.
Freedom – I do not think it means what you think it means.
“I don’t see anybody else other than myself and a handful of other destitute American sex trafficking survivors struggling to NOT die from poverty while fighting for systemic changes so that survivors can get prostitution records expunged”