Paying for sex

Previously mentioned, I spent my teens working in my mother’s brothel as a receptionist. My day consisted of answering telephones while trying to sound alluring in a provocative sexy whisper (hindsight tells me my young innocent girlie voice was what probably what caught punters attention), and booking appointments etc. It was a fairly easy jobContinue reading “Paying for sex”

When running away is the only way.

Three and half years ago my husband and I uprooted our family to start a new life half way across the world. The decision was out of necessity to safeguard our own children. My parents are always trying to hustle us, our friends and anyone who comes into our circle. They have used and abusedContinue reading “When running away is the only way.”

Does mother know best?

During my early to mid teens my mother, who was raising four children on her own, was struggling financially. This lead her to taking up a position as receptionist at the city’s largest and most popular brothel. She worked nights so we didn’t see her much -this was basically the end of her parenting us.Continue reading “Does mother know best?”

What are your triggers?

For the last few weeks my life feels like a dizzy blur of intoxication. I can barely remember what I did last week let alone yesterday. My heart races and vision flickers while a million thoughts consumes my consciousness. Life mimics a marathon on a tread mill that never stops. I suffer from manic andContinue reading “What are your triggers?”