Written by Ahuva Sheli (pseudonym), a survivor of prostitution
Hi, how are you? I am writing you this letter, hoping you will read it to the end.
Like you, I became trapped in the prostitution cycle five years ago. I had been previously raped, and violent partners took my kids from me. My children were placed in institutions where they experienced rape attempts, mental and physical abuse, all of which was silenced leading me to rely more heavily on drugs. I understand. Like you I went through hell, met Satan, slept with him and was paid by him. I lived in a world of delusions and heard voices. I was like you. I still choke sometimes – don’t think it’s otherwise. I did blow jobs to survive, slept with all sorts of men for money, I am neither more nor less than you. Like you I wept at night and I know what it’s like to live without parents, without a family, and having no one to turn to. Hardly knowing what to do. Thinking of freedom. It is not freedom. It’s a trap!