So I saw this elsewhere on tumblr, but I didn’t want to be annoying and reblog it with all my personal shit, so I’m just going to make my own entry about it. That website has a list of ‘signs’ that someone is being trafficked. I found it interesting. I bolded everything that applied to me at the time.
How Do I Identify a Victim of Human Trafficking?
Has unexplained absences from school for a period of time, and is therefore a truant
Demonstrates an inability to attend school on a regular basis
Chronically runs away from home
Makes references to frequent travel to other cities
Exhibits bruises or other physical trauma, withdrawn behavior, depression, or fear
Lacks control over her or his schedule or identification documents
Is hungry-malnourished or inappropriately dressed (based on weather conditions or surroundings)
Shows signs of drug addiction
Additional signs that may indicate sex-related trafficking include:
Demonstrates a sudden change in attire, behavior, or material possessions (e.g., has expensive items)
Makes references to sexual situations that are beyond age-specific norms (okay, to be honest, though, this is only because I didn’t talk…)
Has a “boyfriend” who is noticeably older (10+ years)
Makes references to terminology of the commercial sex industry that are beyond age specific norms; engages in promiscuous behavior and may be labeled “fast” by peers
I understand how no one would have likely noticed things from the second list (except perhaps it should’ve seemed odd that after a year or two of not being dressed correctly, I suddenly was, in clothes that were way too nice), but you’d think that being absent so much and bruised and never speaking and hoarding food would’ve been worrying. Shows me for being so quiet, I guess. But maybe they were, and if they’d said anything, my father likely talked himself out of it. I barely remember much from that time.
I make a distinction between being apparently sold by my father to me selling myself. When it was me prostituting myself in middle school and high school, I was withdrawn and bruised and known to be pretty slutty, but I was always, always in school and never hungry and seemed pretty put-together for the most part. And it was ‘my choice,’ besides.
But I have three or so missing years where I was sold by my father. They’re not utterly missing, but I don’t remember enough of it to have been able to call it trafficking myself. I wouldn’t have had any idea what to make of it if Mark hadn’t told me what happened to me.
Ironically, this is one of the easier things to talk about, because I don’t really remember it. Can’t get too upset about something you can’t remember, right? Haha. Even I know that’s not true. But right now, it isn’t bothering me.
Watch me go into some horrible dissociative episode tonight just to show me for being too sure about that…