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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Notladylike

Thank you for sharing. I went through a similar period where I did various forms of sex work as I was too proud to ask for help. It’s complex even when you make it out, sometimes there’s complicated feelings still there. Sometimes walking to my car I’d think if I was attacked no one would care they’d just see a sw. I was followed more than a few times. I hope talking about it has helped you left go of a bit of that shame and guilt. Those feelings belong with the system IMO 💚

SwampFlower · 31-35, F

@Notladylike You get it 💜 I’m glad you’re doing okay now.