Deathbed Confessions: Episode One

There was a time I was so done with my parents/family in general that I did sex work rather than accept their money for my health and education costs when I couldn’t work enough.

My sugar daddy passed away and I had a few scary experiences trying to meet another one and stopped before I got myself into too much trouble.

Sometimes I feel shame about this but mostly I am just so grateful for all of the healing and reconciliation that has occurred since then. Also grateful that I was one of the lucky ones who didn’t end up missing or murdered. I knew too many who met that fate and there is some survivors guilt.

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ostfuidctyvm

I could write a few confessions myself. I too brought myself from the dark into the light. It took a lot of years to do it and I have a lot of skeletons in the closet. There was a time when my mom's expectations of my likely outcome were prison or death. Luckily I had an intervention from someone who had more hope for me than that. I'm deeply scarred and very damaged. To me you are golden. If I can be as beautiful a soul as you then I'll have achieved something before I go.

SwampFlower · 31-35, F

@ostfuidctyvm I’m glad you came out the other side too. You’re important 💜