Help a Single Mother Sex Worker Leave Abuse

Young single mother full service sex worker, isolated, living with dangerous client after fleeing abusive husband

FYI: The children are not in danger, only the mother. The person she is living with is nice to the children but is emotionally abusive behind their back. Her whole energy is working towards making sure the children are okay. The man is just taking advantage of her. Physically or emotionally it is not an abusive situation for the children.

We are working with a woman who is isolated in the USA, living with a client and her two children as a result of fleeing abuse and unfortunate circumstances impacted by covid-19.

The pandemic forced her to move into an unsafe living situation in December 2020. She has been trying to leave the arrangement but is unable to work due to her abuser making her life extremely difficult if she does. He constantly hovers over her and is jealous of her trying to see any other clients. He consistently subjects her to sexual abuse, rape, blackmail and more. He forces her to push her boundaries as a way for her to support her children and offer them a roof over their head.

Alongside this in May she has been diagnosed with an autoimmune disease, ankylosing spondylitis. This causes chronic pain to her joints, and flare ups immobilise her. Hence she has been stuck in her living situation, with only her abuser to rely for her help. Flare ups are triggered by the sexual abuse he subjects her to on a regular basis.

We are aiming to raise $20,000 so she can buy a second hand RV and leave with the children and have stable housing that allows her to live on the run. She is aware of friendly communities living in RVs raising children alongside with nature and hopes to join them. She cannot seek support in the USA, as working as a sex worker is highly illegal and would result in her children being removed from her care. The trauma she has been subjected to makes it near impossible for her to continue work as a sex worker, and she is in need of a way out and a little bit of a safety blanket while she heals and recovers from the ordeal.

She is estranged from her family and has been moving state to state as her abusive ex husband has been stalking her.

Sex work was a way out of her abusive marriage. With no money, and two children, she was left with little other choice. She explicitly states that working in the sex industry has saved her life. It is just unfortunate that men prey on sex workers as a way to target vulnerable women.

She was raised in an evangelical cult, and upon accidental pregnancy at 21 was forcefully married to her child’s father who also happened to be a part of the cult. He was violent, narcissistic and even beat her while she was pregnant as well as in front of her children. This means that she has nobody but herself to rely on.

Before COVID hit the USA, she was doing a little better. She had left the marriage and was working with social workers and building support systems. However, COVID brought all of this to a halt and she was left by herself. With little resources, and an eviction on her rental history she was left with no choice but to seek help from those around her. This is when her current abuser striked, offering an alternative and everything that she thought she wanted. A house for her children, a garden, a stable life. It is vital that we try to pull whatever we can to help this young single mother out of her living situation before it has any larger impact than it already has.

What she says:

I want to know what it's like to feel safe and turn off hyper vigilance. I am a beautiful and ambitious person, I paint, design my own clothes, write songs and I know that I am going to be okay someday. I plan to give back to my community. I want to one day go to school for psychology and help those who have been in the same situation as me.

Diary entries from her:

Poem one:

Any time you think it's him you need

It's only because it’s only him you can see

When his hands are gripping your face so tightly

You can’t breathe

You can’t even scream

So of course you can’t clearly see

You’re engulfed in the euphoria he forced upon you

So you’ve lost ability to clearly think

It’s not your fault

It was all part of a plan to make you helpless

So you’d think and need a hand

And once yours reaches out

His is all in reach to grab

You’re stuck looping in his track

It can’t end like that

Poem two:

I am a plant

Rooted deep into the earth

Who enjoys slurping up pure water

Within the great depths of my soil

I bloom the most beautiful flowers

People delight in my flowers

The beauty, the smell

How when I am around them in full bloom

I make them feel joyous and happy

While rooted in pure soil

My flowers never all fade

As my old are pruned

I always bloom new beginnings

With more vibrance, than the flowers before

But,

Every so often a greedy person decides they want my flowers for themselves.

They do not want anyone else to enjoy my beauty

So, they cut me from my roots

Taking me home with them

They place me into a vase of water

To leave on their table

Foolishly thinking they could keep me trapped there

With no room to grow

So they can keep me small enough to handle on their own.

Little did they know about my flowers

Not long after my capture

I start to fade away

All of my flowers, one by one, fall

Except one, tiny, sad, blossom

The rest of what is left of me is my stems, my wrinkly sad leaves

Lonely for her blooms

But, resilience and strength still lies in me

I try my best to revive myself

Even while under capture

I root myself into the water.

Again.

My new roots healthy and young,

Ready to grow

But, my water stays stagnant, murky

No matter how hard I try my new roots rot

Because I cannot survive in simply water

I am an earth flower

I need my soil to enrich me with nutrients to thrive

I need more room than the vase has to spread out

And shine in beauty for the world to see

I need bees and butterflies to adore me

Once my capture has realised my beauty has faded

He no longer loves me and resents me for the guilt bought to him in the realisation of his own selfish and destructive nature

I know I need to escape

So I know what i need to do

I need to make myself more ugly

So that he throws me away

Won’t want me anyway

I sacrifice my final blossom

I cut her off of myself

Once he notices

He takes me out and dumps me

Back to the earth

Finally I am free

Quickly, I reroot myself into the best soil

I grow my roots long and slurp up the clear delicious water

That is ever flowing, moving, pure, free from stagnation

My strength comes back and my flowers can finally bloom again

For all who respect my space, for my strong roots to spread

To enjoy, smell and drink my nectar

If another selfish flower thief comes by then the cycle repeats

But, each time I am put through stress, I build more strength, more resilience

Until one day, my stems have become so thick, so strong

That no blade can sever my skin

I become too strong to steal and my flowers are too bright for demons to look at

While they have spent their life in darkness

I become unreachable, only to be admired from a distance.