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bran155
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First let me say that I am so sorry to those of you who have been so supportive and concerened for me and my family, for disappearing for so long. I don't really have a reason other than I couldn't bear to talk about what has been happening. Thank you so very much for all of your thoughts and prayers! I often think of all of you and wonder how everyone is doing. It took quite some time for me to be ready to share what has happened. So here goes.....
I will try to make it as brief as possible. Some of you might remember that my daughter was missing for quite some time and I was recieving horrific messages as to her whereabouts and what was happening with her. Turns out the messages were true. She was raped! She was on the run and finally caught, brought to jail and released with several stipulations, all of which she did not follow. Went on the run again, caught again and again the court released her with the same stipulations to which she ignored yet again. She then went missing for about 4 months! We did not know where she was, she called every couple of days, did not leave a number nor let us know where she was nor what she was doing. Until one day I get a horrific call from her, crying begging for us to get her. It was at that point she admitted to me that she was raped and was PROSTITUTING!!!! The absolute worst phone call of my life. She was calling from Florida on a bus to Atlanta, in pain, could not walk. She did not know what was wrong with her. She was terrified. She once again sucked me into her madness as I was a total wreck! She said that she was having severe pain in her stomach because she could not move her bowels, she had some kind of infection down there and it hurt her tremendously to use the bathroom. She hadn't gone in about 5 days. So, to make a long story short, after several phone calls I was able to get a detective in Atlanta to wait at the bus terminal for her. At that time she had an open warrant so there was cause to take her into custody. He was so wonderful, he happened to be a retired NY cop and was very empathetic. He promised me that he would not leave that bus terminal until he found my daughter. A while later, I got the call from him, he found her, put her in an ambulance and sent her to the hospital. The hospital in Atlanta was wonderful, though an in-patient stay was not technically warranted the doctor told me he would be willing to admit her for the night so that she would have a place to stay until I got there. I rented a car and my sister and I were on our way! We then get a phone call from the doctor about 2 hours later saying that my daughter refused to stay at the hospital and that she changed her mind about coming home. I was so furious as I spent money I did not have to rent the car to drive down there, put my sister out, my husband had to take the day off, my mother had to come up and stay with the other kids, I mean it was pure chaos! All for nothing as she did not want to come home. They gave her pain killers and she was feeling better so she wanted to stay in Atlanta!!! The roller coaster ride begins! So, we turn the car around and come back home. That night she calls again saying the pain killers wore off and she wants to come home. Well, there was no way I was driving down there on the hopes I would find her. If she wanted to come that badly she should have stayed in the hospital until I got there. So, I paid for a bus ticket for her. Praying that she would actually get on the bus. She did.
The next morning my sister and I went down to the city to Port Authority and waited for her. I was so incredibley nervous, had such anxiety, was scared to death to see her, not knowing what she looked like, if she was strung out, beat up, dirty.......etc! The wait felt like days. Finally after 6 hours she comes wobbling off the bus. She looked a hot mess!!! Bright red lipstick, 4 different colors in her hair, pants open, slopply dressed and she could barely walk! I was devastated. I had told her originally when I agreed to get her that she must go straight from the bus terminal to the psychiatric ward! She, of course agreed on the phone but it was a different story when she actually got off the bus! After fighting with her for a while, she finally agreed to sign herself in. (18 now, so she had to do it) The only reason she did was because she was in severe pain. She ultimately spent 5 weeks in the hospital, put on new medications and was medically treated. Turned out she had a staph infection in her vagina, that's why it hurt so badly to use the bathroom. She was discharged and we went straight from the hospital to the police station so she could turn herself in on the warrant. Meantime, she had already admitted to me that she was prostituting!!! I still can't believe that she was doing that!!! She went to jail for a few days. My husband and I worked with the DA to try to get her out as she was stable on her medications at this point and had an out-patient program all set up for her to attend. We really believed she had hit her bottom and wanted to change her life. With much reluctancy the DA let her out with a curfew, mandated medication compliance, mandated treatment as well as probation. She didn't even come home with us from the courthouse, she went hanging out. Did not follow curfew and immediately stopped taking her medications, got kicked out of her program for not showing up and missed her first probation appointment. She did not even sleep home once!!! After about 2 weeks of her doing exactly what she pleased my husband and I gave her the choice to either comply with the house rule as well as the court ordered rules or she could not live in our home. She actually made the choice to leave. Only to end up in the hands of a dirty pimp!!! He actually came here and called me!!! I was floored!!! I just can't believe that she would rather let some dirty pig exploit her than stay home with a family that loves her!!! Just because she doesn't want to follow rules. Meanwhile now she must follow his rules or get beat up!!! It just doesn't make any sense to me. After she left, she called me and I told her that I was so disgusted with the choices she is making that I just cannot bring myself to speak to her. I told her not to call me. If she needs to speak to a family member she is to call her aunt. When the caller ID says "restricted" I don't answer as I know it is her.
I have worked really hard to detach and take care of myself, I don't want to be sucked back into the addiction to trying to save her. I have lost 40 pounds and I feel great. I just can't give anymore to her unless she is willing to give to herself!!! I did start to regress, pulling out my hair, sleeping all day and crying all of the time. I had to fight to pull myself out of the hole I was crawling back into. I am utterly heartbroken. How can this child, who has a family that loves her so, choose that kind of life??? I just can't understand!!! My baby girl is a hooker, with a pimp!!! It feels so surreal!!! I can't even put into words how much pain I live in. In constant fear, profound sadness and utter disbelief!!!! This is as bad as it gets!!! Am I dreaming, this must be a nightmare!!! There will be no happy ending for her or me. How do I live with this? How do I function day to day while my beautiful girl is selling her body on the streets??? I feel like I am watching a movie and that this just cannot be happening!!! I am so, so angry with her. All that we have gone through for her and this is what she is choosing for her life!!!! How dare her do this with her body, the body, the life, I gave her!!!! I am sick to my stomach!!! There are no words to describe what hell this is for me. I am just waiting for that call, the call that says that someone needs to come identify her body!!! I don't sleep and am in constant battle with myself to keep on progressing. I have come so far personally I just don't want to go backwards. I don't want to live in that darkness again. It is a daily struggle to smile, to move forward, to have happy moments, to put my make up on, to stay on my diet, to not sleep my days away!!! And I am so ANGRY at God, the Universe, whoever, why is this happening??? Why couldn't something, anything, small, miniscule, positive come out of all of the hell we have been through. All of the work we put in, the blood sweat and tears all have been for nothing. My worst nightmare has come true!!! I live in Hell. I have been taking muscle relaxers to funtion. I know that is not healthy, not responsible, I am just trying to survive this doom!!!! I am waiting to hear back from a mental health clinic, I am waiting for an intake appointment, I need therapy. I need to know how to live with this!!! It is so hard to want so much more for someone you love so very much than they want for themselves!!! Utter heartbreak!!! Everytime the phone rings my heart sinks. I am afraid of what each minute will bring. It's like living on top of a bomb and just waiting for it blow up under you. It can happen at any given moment. I am so desperate for relief. I just want to know why, why can't our lives get any better??? It just goes from bad to worse!!!
I feel horrible that I am putting all of this on all of you now, after being gone for so long. I just could not share this. I am just now starting to be able to talk about it. No one in my life knows, just my sister and husband, not even my mother. How do you tell people that your daughter is a prostitute by choice??? It's what she wants to do!!! It's is absolute insanity!!!! I hate my life!!!
I hope all is well with all of you. I hope and pray that you all have had positive changes in your lives. Please forgive me for disappearing!
Shawna
I will try to make it as brief as possible. Some of you might remember that my daughter was missing for quite some time and I was recieving horrific messages as to her whereabouts and what was happening with her. Turns out the messages were true. She was raped! She was on the run and finally caught, brought to jail and released with several stipulations, all of which she did not follow. Went on the run again, caught again and again the court released her with the same stipulations to which she ignored yet again. She then went missing for about 4 months! We did not know where she was, she called every couple of days, did not leave a number nor let us know where she was nor what she was doing. Until one day I get a horrific call from her, crying begging for us to get her. It was at that point she admitted to me that she was raped and was PROSTITUTING!!!! The absolute worst phone call of my life. She was calling from Florida on a bus to Atlanta, in pain, could not walk. She did not know what was wrong with her. She was terrified. She once again sucked me into her madness as I was a total wreck! She said that she was having severe pain in her stomach because she could not move her bowels, she had some kind of infection down there and it hurt her tremendously to use the bathroom. She hadn't gone in about 5 days. So, to make a long story short, after several phone calls I was able to get a detective in Atlanta to wait at the bus terminal for her. At that time she had an open warrant so there was cause to take her into custody. He was so wonderful, he happened to be a retired NY cop and was very empathetic. He promised me that he would not leave that bus terminal until he found my daughter. A while later, I got the call from him, he found her, put her in an ambulance and sent her to the hospital. The hospital in Atlanta was wonderful, though an in-patient stay was not technically warranted the doctor told me he would be willing to admit her for the night so that she would have a place to stay until I got there. I rented a car and my sister and I were on our way! We then get a phone call from the doctor about 2 hours later saying that my daughter refused to stay at the hospital and that she changed her mind about coming home. I was so furious as I spent money I did not have to rent the car to drive down there, put my sister out, my husband had to take the day off, my mother had to come up and stay with the other kids, I mean it was pure chaos! All for nothing as she did not want to come home. They gave her pain killers and she was feeling better so she wanted to stay in Atlanta!!! The roller coaster ride begins! So, we turn the car around and come back home. That night she calls again saying the pain killers wore off and she wants to come home. Well, there was no way I was driving down there on the hopes I would find her. If she wanted to come that badly she should have stayed in the hospital until I got there. So, I paid for a bus ticket for her. Praying that she would actually get on the bus. She did.
The next morning my sister and I went down to the city to Port Authority and waited for her. I was so incredibley nervous, had such anxiety, was scared to death to see her, not knowing what she looked like, if she was strung out, beat up, dirty.......etc! The wait felt like days. Finally after 6 hours she comes wobbling off the bus. She looked a hot mess!!! Bright red lipstick, 4 different colors in her hair, pants open, slopply dressed and she could barely walk! I was devastated. I had told her originally when I agreed to get her that she must go straight from the bus terminal to the psychiatric ward! She, of course agreed on the phone but it was a different story when she actually got off the bus! After fighting with her for a while, she finally agreed to sign herself in. (18 now, so she had to do it) The only reason she did was because she was in severe pain. She ultimately spent 5 weeks in the hospital, put on new medications and was medically treated. Turned out she had a staph infection in her vagina, that's why it hurt so badly to use the bathroom. She was discharged and we went straight from the hospital to the police station so she could turn herself in on the warrant. Meantime, she had already admitted to me that she was prostituting!!! I still can't believe that she was doing that!!! She went to jail for a few days. My husband and I worked with the DA to try to get her out as she was stable on her medications at this point and had an out-patient program all set up for her to attend. We really believed she had hit her bottom and wanted to change her life. With much reluctancy the DA let her out with a curfew, mandated medication compliance, mandated treatment as well as probation. She didn't even come home with us from the courthouse, she went hanging out. Did not follow curfew and immediately stopped taking her medications, got kicked out of her program for not showing up and missed her first probation appointment. She did not even sleep home once!!! After about 2 weeks of her doing exactly what she pleased my husband and I gave her the choice to either comply with the house rule as well as the court ordered rules or she could not live in our home. She actually made the choice to leave. Only to end up in the hands of a dirty pimp!!! He actually came here and called me!!! I was floored!!! I just can't believe that she would rather let some dirty pig exploit her than stay home with a family that loves her!!! Just because she doesn't want to follow rules. Meanwhile now she must follow his rules or get beat up!!! It just doesn't make any sense to me. After she left, she called me and I told her that I was so disgusted with the choices she is making that I just cannot bring myself to speak to her. I told her not to call me. If she needs to speak to a family member she is to call her aunt. When the caller ID says "restricted" I don't answer as I know it is her.
I have worked really hard to detach and take care of myself, I don't want to be sucked back into the addiction to trying to save her. I have lost 40 pounds and I feel great. I just can't give anymore to her unless she is willing to give to herself!!! I did start to regress, pulling out my hair, sleeping all day and crying all of the time. I had to fight to pull myself out of the hole I was crawling back into. I am utterly heartbroken. How can this child, who has a family that loves her so, choose that kind of life??? I just can't understand!!! My baby girl is a hooker, with a pimp!!! It feels so surreal!!! I can't even put into words how much pain I live in. In constant fear, profound sadness and utter disbelief!!!! This is as bad as it gets!!! Am I dreaming, this must be a nightmare!!! There will be no happy ending for her or me. How do I live with this? How do I function day to day while my beautiful girl is selling her body on the streets??? I feel like I am watching a movie and that this just cannot be happening!!! I am so, so angry with her. All that we have gone through for her and this is what she is choosing for her life!!!! How dare her do this with her body, the body, the life, I gave her!!!! I am sick to my stomach!!! There are no words to describe what hell this is for me. I am just waiting for that call, the call that says that someone needs to come identify her body!!! I don't sleep and am in constant battle with myself to keep on progressing. I have come so far personally I just don't want to go backwards. I don't want to live in that darkness again. It is a daily struggle to smile, to move forward, to have happy moments, to put my make up on, to stay on my diet, to not sleep my days away!!! And I am so ANGRY at God, the Universe, whoever, why is this happening??? Why couldn't something, anything, small, miniscule, positive come out of all of the hell we have been through. All of the work we put in, the blood sweat and tears all have been for nothing. My worst nightmare has come true!!! I live in Hell. I have been taking muscle relaxers to funtion. I know that is not healthy, not responsible, I am just trying to survive this doom!!!! I am waiting to hear back from a mental health clinic, I am waiting for an intake appointment, I need therapy. I need to know how to live with this!!! It is so hard to want so much more for someone you love so very much than they want for themselves!!! Utter heartbreak!!! Everytime the phone rings my heart sinks. I am afraid of what each minute will bring. It's like living on top of a bomb and just waiting for it blow up under you. It can happen at any given moment. I am so desperate for relief. I just want to know why, why can't our lives get any better??? It just goes from bad to worse!!!
I feel horrible that I am putting all of this on all of you now, after being gone for so long. I just could not share this. I am just now starting to be able to talk about it. No one in my life knows, just my sister and husband, not even my mother. How do you tell people that your daughter is a prostitute by choice??? It's what she wants to do!!! It's is absolute insanity!!!! I hate my life!!!
I hope all is well with all of you. I hope and pray that you all have had positive changes in your lives. Please forgive me for disappearing!
Shawna