My Daughter, the Teenaged Prostitute.

This is really hard for me to write about publicly, but innocence is much more important than my own pride right now; so I am going to spread what I perceive as being urgent to the world:

CHILD SEX & LABOR TRAFFICKING IS ALIVE AND WELL IN THE 21ST CENTURY!!!

And your daughter is just as much at risk as anyone’s.

 

My daughter had been missing again for 19 days until yesterday morning when she was picked up by the local police on the track downtown; she had been hostage to a pimp who was subsequently arrested as part of a multi-agency sting operation with the goal to liberate children who are victims to the underage prostitution rings that have become a huge nationwide problem. My daughter was nearly unrecognizable even to me – her mom – after only 19 days on the streets; both of her eyes were swollen closed and she was delirious from drugs and lack of sleep. She was angry as hell that she had been plucked from her gig somehow, too. My heart felt like it was dripping slowly down the inside of my chest to see my only child this way; but sadly it’s nothing new.

Now, she at the hospital being treated for her many wounds ranging from two broken feet to various head and face traumas to cigarette and meth-pipe burns to internal damage that I’d prefer not to to disclose (though, any woman might only imagine). She smelled awful, she was unintelligible; and has become the focus of a very serious police investigation – against her will, of course, as during her AWOL, she witnessed three shootings (one fatal) and jumped from a three-story building. I’m at a loss.

Why would my daughter continuously CHOOSE to runaway to such nightmarish situations and circumstances, when she has a family and “normalcy”? Where did I go so totally wrong that she’d prefer such an existence to one of safety and security?

Anyway, upon talking all night with the police, I’m learning that this has become an epidemic problem in my area, and abroad – grown men “touring” the streets to have sex with handfuls of underage, disturbingly low-cost girls – human sex trafficking/child sex tourism.

RIGHT HERE IN MY CITY, right here in my own child’s battered face and body…

PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THIS GOES ON…

PLEASE KEEP AN EXTRA EYE ON YOUR BABIES.

PEDOPHILES HAVE BEEN BUSY NETWORKING AND BUILDING HUGE WEBS TO CATCH THEM IN.

And please – PRAY FOR MY LITTLE GIRL.

One thought on “My Daughter, the Teenaged Prostitute.

  1. Oh my gosh, this has made my mouth fall open and tears come into my eyes! I am SO sorry that your daughter has fallen victim to the horribleness that is in our world today. I can’t imagine the fear and horror that you feel every second of your life. Our children are our lives and we would do anything to protect them, but unfortunately, we can’t do that all the time in the horrible world we live in. But my gosh we would if we could. My daughter is dead. She killed herself. I did not have to worry about things like what your daughter is going through, but I don’t know what went on in her head. My worries for her only started the day I learned of her death. She had the brightest future, was the most brilliant person I know, and had it together more than anyone I know…or so I thought. Then she kills herself. What I’m trying to say is that we don’t know the horrors our children have to endure. But I really can’t worry about her anymore, she is gone from this world now, I only cry from her loss. But you have to worry all the time….I am so sorry. I wish with all my heart that your daughter will find her way back out of that hell. This world is hard on young people, heck, it’s hard on us all….but young people, I feel for them.

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