Abolicionizmo Muziejus


Once you already start doing that, then you take on that kind of position that you like it, that it is your choice. You have to somehow justify yourself, because you could easily go crazy. Afterall, what choices did I have? To me it seemed, it could be even worse. You could just barely getting back on your feet, fall in even more deeply. You could lose your child. Be beaten up constantly. For me truly all that was important was the money, which they used to give me. But I never stopped having this feeling. Even when I worked at some other kind of job I still felt inside that I’m a prostitute. I’m worthless, I’m trash.