I Was a Child Prostitute When I Was 67 Years Old Trafficked by Someone That Looked After Me- And My Mother Knew About It She Used to Laugh at Me Because She Would Find Me in the Bathroom Bleeding on the Ground Trying and Failing to Treat My Injuries With the First Aid Kit We Kept Under the Sink Once When She Was Standing There Laughing at Me She Actually Asked Me if I Liked Being a Whore I Think Up Until That Moment I Had Managed to Convince Myself That She Just Didn't Really Understand What Was Happening to Me but No Lt Was Like She Wished I Would Die the Hatred She Had for Me and Probably Still Has Although I'm NC Now Was All Consuming I Grew Up Feeling Like I Didn't Deserve to Live Some Days I Can Barely Convince Myself That I Am Worth the Air I Breathe and It's Her Voice Inside of My Head That Tells Me I Will Never Have Any Value More Than Any Other Epithet She Threw at Me It Was the Word Worthless That Hurt the Most That Stayed With Me the Longest and That I Still Find Myself Struggling Against Even as I Perform the Mundane Rituals of Life Like Grocery Shopping or Cleaning My Bathroonm It's a Really Terrible Thing to Grow Up With a Parent That Hates You So Much That They Enjoy Watching You Suffer and It's This More Than Anything That I Wish I Could Make People Understand - That She Never Loved Me That Her Whole Orientation Towards My Life Was One of Resentment and Control That She Didn't Make Mistakes or Lose Her Temper or Fail at Being a Parent Unknowingly - But That She Was Carefully Cruel and Manipulative and Intended Everything to Hurt Just as Much as It Did OP's Mother Laughs and Calls OP a Whore While OP Becomes a Trafficked Child Prostitute and Bleeds Out on the Bathroom Floor