Whenever I tried to talk about anything that had happened to me in Florida, my father’s family would abruptly change the subject, reminding me how fortunate I was to have a father who was working so diligently on his own sobriety. I learned from the actions of the adults around me. They taught me that what I had to share was not important, and I should be grateful for what I had, even if what I had was sex trafficking, abuse, and neglect.
