My name is Amanda. Yes, that is my real name. So many complex trauma survivors are unwilling to share their stories with the public for a variety of good reasons. For the longest time, I was embarrassed to let people know what happened to me, and then I was fearful that my trafficker would track me down. But that is all behind me now. Here is my story...
Contrary to what a lot of people believe about human trafficking, I wasn't in "it" for the money and certainly not for the sex. In fact, I saw almost no money that my trafficker claimed by selling my body and my body was ravaged day after day after day.
I was captured into sex slavery when I was 12. I was hanging out with my girlfriends at a large mall near my home. This good-looking guy came up to us and asked what we were doing out on a Friday night without our parents around. A couple of us bought the bait, while the smart girls shrugged their shoulders and ignored him. I thought he was cute and he was a few years older than me and I liked that he paid attention to me.
He bought me a cup of coffee. Coffee was not okay for me at home. He was treating me like an adult and I loved it. We met up a few more times at the mall. He bought me things that I could easily hide from my parents, but wear to school, stuff like that. I was falling in love.
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If you feel like you, or someone you know, has been captured into trafficking or suffered any other type of complex trauma, please contact the people at Restoration 1:99, Inc. They have helped me so much. They could help you, too!