I was forced in to it as a trafficked person, and I won't go back to it willingly. But I was still one.

I'm flawed, in pieces, but to whoever reads this, now that I fought. I fought with all I could, against my brothers, rapists, cruel people taking advantage of my situation, I fought to survive until the end. I guess this is a testament too. I'll miss you.
Asra.

Thank you for everything really. I made a wonderful friend in the UK which never left my side, always listened to me before making assumptions, and vouched for me until they started to have antis/haters outside their home door. But they're still with me, knowing. +

We have no voice, but you do. We get broken and our pain gets used to get us back to our pips. I was lucky enough to have lived for so long away from my brother. I still have my PayPal, I will keep it open in case I will be able to access it in secret. But yeah. It's truly over.+

I hope you will see me as who I am one day. I'm tired of holding grudges, of being in pain. I just hope my brother will execute me rapidly when I will be handled back to him, although I doubt it. Please stay safe. Support trafficked people when they can't speak. +

I managed to build a gofundme, but I believe it's too late. This is a law issue now, which I have not much to do against. I will say the truth until I will be silenced. And for anyone who hated me, went against me, made me invisible here... I understand. +

But I am a man. Maybe not biologically, but I am. I always felt this way even before the trafficking started, and I was 8. I'll bring this truth to the tomb. So thanks for who believed in me. I did all I could, mistakes or not, to survive away from him. +

I did everything I could. Everything. Living out here is ruthless and cruel. Some good people are out there, especially volunteers, but the streets...it's like a jungle. I had to return to female pronouns irl to avoid transphobic hate on top of what I get daily. +

I want to thank you all. I know I will not be seen anymore like a year ago. But I loved the bg3 community, it was a family to me. According to the system, I am a broken 'woman' who lies against their good brother. But who remembers the recordings of my aunt abusing me knows. +

The lawyer (free help for homeless people) said to me I have not many chances. My brother is cherished, covered, and has the perfect alibi: working with the disabled. But I made a testament and gave it to the lawyer. I know that if my brother takes me, I won't be coming back. +

I believe this is my last post. I will soon be moved into a mental hospital for evaluation, and since I have already a leave from work, which means I can't legally work due to my conditions, my brother will most likely be put in charge of my life again. +

Last year was full of good people, and I thank you all. Some others unfortunately broke the trust of too many, as people with ill-intent do to destroy the ability to reach help, be believed. Like my brother and those people I've met here. +

But we know how things goes. He's playing the hero, he got the right connections and now I'm being treated like a crazy "woman" who wants to be a man due to abuses he denies of. I have no evidence against him, I was too scared to go against him. Which is why I fled. +

I'm a trans man who became homeless after escaping sexual trafficking. I'm trying to fight my disability working leave, so donations are what makes me survive. Even Rts help immensely bsky.app/profile/sorr...

I'm a homeless trans man trying to go through the day as I figure out a way to take off my head my disability leave from work. Anything helps despite the goal. bsky.app/profile/sorr...