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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DeWayfarer · 61-69, M

I've known many that were sex workers. Went to junior high with one, not even knowing she was one, until over a decade later.

It's not always that way. I do admit most unfortunately got into drugs eventually. And that was sad to watch. I'm glad that I never did drugs.

SwampFlower · 31-35, F

@DeWayfarer A lot of the girls I worked with did unfortunately succumb to drugs. It’s easy to want help to dissociate from your choices and the consequences of them. I usually turned to alcohol and reckless behaviors lol, but never hard drugs. I was too afraid to ever try them.

DeWayfarer · 61-69, M

@SwampFlower Yeah, yet alcohol was a problem with everyone though. My own mother was an alcoholic until the day she passed away.

I really had to be careful there myself. I knew very well, better than drugs, what alcohol could do. Even as a kid.

I frequently refer to having gone to Germany alone at 14. And even having my first beer there. Yet alcohol was the whole reason why I was alone to being with.

Mom couldn't go to the airport because she was passed out drunk.

There was reasons for that as well. Yet I really didn't understand those reasons until much later in life.