My Girlfriend Raped Me After I Was Forced Into Prostitution

My Girlfriend Raped Me After I Was Forced Into Prostitution

After losing my children I fell into complete meltdown. Social Services had failed me and my life had fallen apart. I gave my story to Emma “Social Services Took My Kids Away” to use on her blog and I wanted to share what happened after that episode in my life.

When I was 21 I met a man, I was still in the middle of a breakdown and when I witnessed him trying to kill a friend of mine in my living room, then finding out he was on the run from prison, I knew I had to do as he told me. I was so scared.

I didn’t know where to turn too. I was forced into prostitution and began taking the drugs he gave me. I was good at putting on a front to people. That fake same smile on my face while alone all I could do was cry. This was my life for six months. I had no reason to ever believe I would get out of this. I was trapped.

I was hurting, in pain. I would take any drug I could get my hands on and drink as much alcohol as I could to numb the pain.

I knew I could not carry on this way. I don’t remember how or where the strength came from but I phoned the police. It was now or never. I told the police that he was on the run and where he was. He was arrested. Later that day I took an overdose. I had lost my kids; I had no reason to carry on.

As I came around in the hospital bed I felt someone tugging at my underwear. Was the doctor sexually abusing me?

I had had enough of men, I started seeing my first girlfriend soon after. At first this new relationship was exciting, but she soon showed her true colours. She became emotionally abusive shortly before she first hit me. She liked to pin me up against the wall by my throat.

My girlfriend raped me.

I had no idea that a girl could rape.

Why was she doing this to me?

I left her eventually but my life and head was as mixed up as each other and again I took refuge in the bottom of a pill bottle and again took an overdose.

This overdose saw me take a stay in the intensive care unit for two days.

I vowed that day of looking at the photos of my children that I would never allow myself to get that low again. They might have taken my children from me, but I was still their mum and they would need me one day, I hoped.

Two years later I am enrolled on a university degree. I have a new little girl and I now see my eldest daughter who was taken away from me, I am still waiting to see my son. He still does not forgive me for giving him away.

Even though all that has gone on in my past it has made me who i am today and I will say to the ladies who read my story you can get through it no matter what it is.

This inspirational post was written anonymously by a mum who is a member of my Facebook mums group. I have full permission to share her story. If you can relate to this post and would like to share your own anonymous post please contact me.

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