To share my story involves me sharing moments that I hope, will encourage adults and youth alike to examine their surroundings better.
I hope that in doing these pieces people will begin to understand that as a whole-
who to blame is……society.
I grew up in a trailer In my hometown of Union. Though I actually lived in Burketville.
My Dad worked his step dad’s farm until I was 11. He still hayed after that and I helped out. He always worked many jobs.
Both of my parents are incredibly creative and intelligent.
We were raised ‘old school.’
My Dad spent 20 years building a house for my mother.
We were all taught to be hardworking, independent and helped Inside and outside.
I wasn’t a spoiled kid by any means and I was taught to work hard. I paid for all my own clothes by the time I was in middle School. I LOVED fashion.
I blueberry raked, helped with farm work, Babysat, did yard work and eventually got my first job in the public at a Salon in my town.
I LOVED that job. I will always love the woman who owned it & the people.
I imagined my future being a fashion designer and hairdresser with my own boutique that had my designs & my salon. I wanted this to be in my hometown.
These dreams were Castles in the sand.
Another Dream impossible because of my social status, circumstance and the trauma I lived through.
This was what was happening in my life along with traumatic events.
At 15, my ‘friend’ invited me to go to Waterville, where we went dancing, to spend time with her boyfriend.
Another guy was there-our other friends supposed boyfriend-
When we arrived they made us drinks. I had about three sips of it and then began acting VERY unusual. Giddy and my body felt too floppy. Elastic. I didn’t have control of myself physically.
I don’t remember what happened after that until I woke up in a back room, he had me pressed against a tv and wall. What he put in my drink made my body too elastic to hold itself, I was barely conscious. Like a doll it must have seemed. Only I wasn’t a doll-I’m a woman.
He was behind me. Raping me.
I tried to scream.
I couldn’t even use my voice. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move.
I could just be.
He threw me off him at one point because he thought I peed.
I might have.
I was scared.
I flopped to the ground like a rag doll and then he picked me back up, I blacked out again.
It was degrading and terrifying.
I woke up in bed with my ‘friend.’
A girl was yelling in the other room. I guess it was the other man’s girlfriend.
We ended up leaving. On the way home there was a car that went off the road. I described it as being like a cartoon.
It seemed to just be repelled, as we were driving in the opposite lane before we got to them.
I told my ‘friend’ to stop so we could call for help.
When we were there the woman had hit her head hard on the glass and she kept asking if I would help her hide something, including a knife she had.
I just projected out my calm energy and I told her we were going down the street to call for help, she could do what she needed in that time, cause she was bleeding and seemed to be hurt bad.
We went to the local store and called 911. I spoke to the operator.
The next day my ‘friend’ came to my work and asked if I was ok. I just brushed everything off. I didn’t know what to say.
I definitely changed a lot after these ‘incidents,’ do I call them? Rape!? Potential trafficking incidents? What do I call it?
Young girls & Women are taught that to deal with our sexual trauma we have to be in control of our sexuality.
Instead of being educated about what’s happening to us, we are taught to seek sex as a conquest just like men.
They used us, raped us, molested us, traumatized us, so now to ‘reclaim our power’ we must seek sexual connection for nothing more than that.
It’s the reason our society is led so astray.
If we were actually educated about this, we would be more likely to seek help, to understand that it is not ok & not normal!
I was a teenager! My friends were older than me by a few years but still young.
What’s wild to me is that society just keeps going like this in the USA.
It doesn’t seem to care about women’s safety.
It doesn’t care about what’s happening to teens. The entire Country is catered to people with little to no self control and promotes it as healthy instead of asking-would I want this for my children?
I don’t have biological kids yet, and maybe I never will; but I don’t want to see another generation of traumatized young women not understanding what happened until it’s too late.
It’s funny to me that people would frown upon relationships between younger women and older men but are ok with a society that does this to its young people. (I’m speaking on actual love relationships that aren’t coerced, etc. )my sister had a man that was older who really loved her. He was in his mid 20s when she was a teenager.
Looking back I would have rather been loved and safe in the arms of someone who genuinely cared about me, rather than the trauma I experienced because of non caring people, who forgot in those moments, how to be human.
We need to educate our youth on these dangers NOW.
The USA needs to have some serious discussions about what is going on in our country.
The USA needs to stop acting like my abusive exes and gaslighting these situations all to ‘look better’
How about they actually do what’s right?!
I moved out of my parents house at 14. Lived random places. I stayed with some wonderful families but at the first sign of tension toward me, I left. Usually because my presence made someone feel out of place. If I lived in the room of one of the biological kids-and they didn’t like that, etc. so I would leave.
I lived house to house, usually just bringing my clothes and costume jewelry.
Life was chaotic.
I was in highschool.
I could hardly focus on school with all that went on. I appreciated the consistency of it. The familiarity. I was bullied a lot in school but didn’t care. I’ve been through ACTUAL trauma. What are people who have no clue what that’s like, going to say?
After the horrific gang rape that happened to me at a major PORT location in Bath, Maine.
Where they stated ‘C’est la vie’ and tied me up after drugging me, putting a bag over my head and raping me.
This, I believe was to create tension between groups of people. This is a major military port.
This being done to me certainly was deliberate, planned out and I hope everyone involved is dead now or will die soon.
FAST forward to now.
I’m 38. I have an AMBULATORY spinal cord injury. I have CPTSD from what I’ve lived through. I’ve been medically tortured, oppressed and they attempted psychological torment with situations that others planned and implemented (after my ex abused and tormented me). My social media has been silenced, my ip address tracked and they tried to delete all my phone information.
Despite contacting sources to investigate this-I’m again, silenced. No one wants to hear about this. It’s a game and a joke to those who got away with it that is Until karma starts to happen around them, then they get scared.
By then, it’s too late.
I watched everyone get away with what they did to me and no one take seriously what I’ve been through. People sabotaged my ability to go to school to get an American degree AFTER I was crippled and unable to rebuild a life (all of my other certifications mean nothing here in the USA)
I live in a situation that others wouldn’t deem acceptable for themselves and yet, they think nothing of forcing it upon me.
All the people who put me through the most hell, got away with everything and spread lies about me so when, if ever, I spoke up, I wouldn’t be believed.
I don’t care what anyone believed or believes now.
I KNOW what I’ve been through.
I KNOW what has happened to my body and I am FINALLY speaking up to make it safer for the area. If only they would let me.
That would take hearing the truth and then taking steps to make it right.
I learned much later that the substance I was raped with all those years, was more than likely GHB an odorless and tasteless substance. This can happen to you in a moment!!!
Do young people know about this??
Have you heard of it?
It takes two seconds for someone to drug you and take advantage of you.
Resharing
Important human trafficking factors
People who benefit from
Building up towns
Hostel (hotel lodgings etc) environment or buildings known to be part of Underground Railroad, etc.
access to water (specifically to highways or sea)
International connections and financial ability
Participating in local tourist attractions that allow easier human trafficking scenarios
Keeping a profile of goodwill to the general public
small towns and communities
heavy drug use or homeless population (easier for people to believe lies)
Danger you are in if targeted and isolated
Being followed by people at all times so they can threaten anyone who helps you
poisoning you and your pets as threat tactics
covering up medical records
oppression
spreading lies and rumors further isolating you
accessing nude photos or videos to further exploit you
someone crippling you
finding someone to steal your identity and seeing if it is successful in fooling satellite systems or other ‘updated’ flawed tracking systems
That’s all for this week.
Have a nice week. Stay educated. Stay safe. Stay human and also think…..if you wouldn’t want it done to you, don’t do it to another.