This post is about my detachment from my body, and also about how body memories burst down that detachment.

I am using my experiment not for pity – but as a tiny example of the trauma that exited women have everyday.

To survive prostitution, detachment from pain and emotions is vital – but when exited it can a block on rebuilding our lives.

It can make understanding friendship, how to be loved and love others almost impossible.

It can make understanding human interaction very hard to fathom.

Detachment is a slow killer.

Now I am swimming back to life.

As I struggle to map my way back to my true Self, I get horrific body pain replaying the pain my prostituted Self had to block out.

It makes my work very hard, so I have been forced to slow down for my mengal and physical welfare.

I hope this help my work go deeper and be seeing abolition/trauma from a individual angle.

Trauma is hell, trauma is relentless, trauma is very boring.

But trauma makes me see the past with a clear eye, see my prostituted Self with empathy and love.

In a strange way, trauma is a teacher and a gift.

I found trauma help me discover that I could have compassion, could hold in my heart the silenced and isolated exited women who reach out to me.

I found trauma allow me to feel my past without clashing back into drink, picking up violent men, refusing to sleep or cutting – but to feel that past with grief, anger and sympathy for my lost Self.

Trauma hurts every cell of my body – but the pain is worth it, when it is part of dragging me back to a life without rape, without torture and where fear of death is not my constant thought.

I hope many of you have no experience of severe complex trauma, I would not even wish on punters and sex trade profiteers.

But I know many of my readers know this hell.

Please know I hold you all deep in my heart, and truly believe you are some the strongest and most compassionate people I have had the honour to know.

Exited women are all true warriors.

They live with trauma following them everyday, but they are determined not just to go forward but to speak out and hold out for the human rights of all the prostituted still trapped inside the sex trade.

They are able to go forward holding a deep grief, not just for their individual experiences – but the grief of knowing the pain and confusion of the prostituted known and unknown, the prostituted and their pain from this moment to all the centuries men has made the choice to create a Prostituted Class in all continents.

This warrior spirit allows exited women to allow themselves to be vulnerable.

Being vulnerable is highly dangerous for the prostituted – this is a major factor to having to detach your body from your mind.

Being vulnerable is used to make profit for sex trade profiteers, being vulnerable is a turn-on to punters especially the sadist majority.

Vulnerability can and does kill the prostituted everyday.

So when exited can be safe enough to be vulnerable it is a wonderful route back into a full life.

Vulnerability is terrifying for exited women – for it will and can trigger us back into the space where we had no access to safety, no access to having a voice, where we were stripped of any humanity.

But to be vulnerable is be truly alive.

It is an inner strength of the true warrior.

I praise all exited women, including my Self.

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I had no connection to internet for two months, so was unable to do my work.

Was I missed? Or did anyone noticed I had disappeared.

Is my blog worth anything?

I do wonder this for I feel empty and see abolition still so far away.

I would cry, I would scream, I would reasoned- if I thought that would free and grant dignity to all the prostituted.

Only all my fight and endless protesting seemed to land on a dried up river.

My absence has made it clear to me how the multiple voices of exited women are forcibly silenced.

How are witnessing is erase by ridicule, by refusal to even think that the prostituted can get human rights.

Our silencely is a constant reminder that we can never be considered fully human.

To be human is to form words that fit your reality.

The prostituted and exited women have no access to words that fully embrace what it being prostituted really means.

Our realities are placed firmly in the language of those outside what it is to be sold for rape and torture.

It is placed in the language of men who would be our rapists, our torturers, and our destroyers.

It is placed into the language of rescuers who only see the victim, the mute female who should be grateful to be saved.

It placed into the language of glamour and wishful thinking used by the arts and so much of the liberal media.

Our realities are stolen everyday – used to shock, used to say where the harm, used to justify male violence, used to keep the prostituted apart from decent women.

How can we be fully human if we have no language?

We cannot be human, when we have no access to life and safety.

To be prostituted is to live with the reality of early death as your norm.

Those of us who had the luck to live beyond 27 are the minority – and most of have survived several near death experiences.

Our reality is that all forms of male violence is our norm, including torturing that steal  our ways to speak out.

We live with the knowledge that all that violence is made invisible, as our the men who destroy us walk away unscathed.

We are deny access to justice, to sympathy, to a short pause without male violence – then you are surprised and angered that we become hard, detached and uncaring.

We are not allowed to grieve, we cannot speak to the agony we endure, we are not give the simple right to complain.

Instead you make us into the Happy Hooker, the half-dead victim, the stripper who making her way through college- and our endless stereotypes that steal our access to words.

I have been away, so writing is hard.

I open this is ok.