JHEA: I AM STRONG
When I was 11, I ran away from home, due to years of abuse in my household. I initially stayed with my aunt but after a fight with my mother, I never saw her again.
I later went to my father’s house. He helped me with food and shelter even though he was drinking and gambling at that time. In grade 5, I ran away from my father’s house because we had a fight. I stayed with a friend whose family made me their house helper. I didn’t finish elementary school and started using marijuana and drinking.
When I was 16, a friend of a friend told me there was someone looking for a house helper.
My friend and I got the job together. When we reached the house, she introduced me to my perpetrator. After a couple of hours, she left me alone. My perpetrator showed me around the house and then she locked me in a room. I was crying hard. I kept on crying and screaming, saying please open the door. I stayed there one day with no food.
The next day she introduced me to a man. I fought her. The time came when she slapped me and the man punched me in the stomach. I fell on the floor.
I didn’t get paid in the first month. In the second month, the customers gave me money and I hid it. Usually $3-4. The other money was given to my perpetrator. On my body there were many wounds. When there was contact with a customer, I cut myself.