I'm continually surprised by new revelations in therapy. This whole being a child prostitute for my dad and his cohorts is still pretty new, discovered in only the past year or so. It seems that there were two groups that we would frequent and were actively part of.
I had no idea. That a parent would subject a child to that, for money and, And, because I know this was so important to him, for the prestige.
I made a good deal of money for him. Its kind of odd that mother never questioned him about it. You know, those evenings or days dad and I would go out together and come home with money or bags of groceries.
The other aspect that gets me is how often I was drugged either with medication or alcohol during these outings. I mean, exposing a child frequently to drugs and alcohol can't have been in my best interest, but it helped me tolerate it, made the time pass more quickly, made it easier to forget.
These are the current memories which are surfacing and being dealt with.
It's pretty amazing how much the mind can hold onto and hide.
I didn't think that there were that many men that would do easily engage in such an activity. A lot to think about.
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