Powerful Testimony: My Journey From Prostitute’s Daughter to Preachers’ Kid

Powerful Testimony: My Journey From Prostitute’s Daughter to Preachers’ Kid By  for Faith Wire

While I’ve been part of the anti-sex trafficking movement for more than a decade, my exposure to this dark world began much earlier.

Growing up, no one used the term “sex trafficking,” so I just thought my mom was a prostitute and always with abusive men. Sexual exploitation was just a normal thing in my family — and we never talked about it. Seeing my mom invite men into our home, whether that was a hotel or an apartment, became something so common I didn’t even question it. But I knew it was something I wasn’t permitted to share at school or with friends.

I did eventually learn the truth, and that my mom would never have chosen that life for herself. No little girls or little boys dream of selling their bodies for sex when they grow up.

Now, after working in the anti-sex trafficking field for more than 10 years, I’ve seen how textbook the stories are, most often stemming from a root of childhood sexual abuse. It grooms children from an early age to say “yes” to things down the line that they never would have said “yes” to before. It steals their voice and their self-value, and boundary lines become blurred. By the time my mother had me, she was just a shell of the person she once was and didn’t know how to get out of this painful cycle of abuse. She certainly didn’t know how to be a mother.

We’ve seen that sexual abuse is cyclical and generational — it continues because it’s silenced and people don’t talk about it. Generational abuse had roots in my family line. My mom, without even realizing it, was grooming me to follow in her footsteps. The subtle messages began when I was about 12-13 years old, regarding how I dressed, how I viewed the purpose of men, and how to get what I needed in order to survive.

If I could have understood earlier what was really happening, it would have changed our lives dramatically. Sadly, for a long time, no one saw the signs that we were hurting because they weren’t equipped to recognize them, either.

I was fortunate enough to be pulled away as a younger child to live with an aunt and uncle who were safe and loving, but as many know all too well, the child welfare system is incredibly flawed. I was repeatedly given back to my mom, back to living in the dangerous cycle of abuse and exploitation. Thankfully, I was finally taken from that world just in time, at age 14 (the average age of entry into sex trafficking is 12-14). Realizing the danger I was in, my aunt and uncle, who were pastors, brought me to live with them and changed my life forever.

I always say only God could take the daughter of a prostitute and make her a pastors’ kid. I’m so grateful they rescued me. I know the cycle would have been repeated in my life had they not intervened.

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