This story might be hard to believe but when I was 15 my dad took me and my friend to Colombia (where my stepmom is from). At the end of the trip, he took us to a brothel. My friend and I both had sex for the first time with a prostitute…over the next few years we would go back to Colombia about once a year. I slept with 3 more prostitutes in Colombia all the way until i was about 20. The last girl I slept with in Colombia..I brought her to a hotel. We were Google translating because she didn’t speak English and I felt like something was off. Idk what it was but something felt off. When I got home I started looking up prostitutes in Colombia and sex trafficking popped up. I freaked out and told myself I wouldn’t do it again. After that she friended me on facebook and messaged me so that made me think she wasn’t trafficked. In the mean time..my dad took me to strip clubs all the time in the states. All this caused me to have a sex addiction/porn addiction in my every day life as well.
About 6 years (I’m 26) later me and my dad’s family went to Anguilla. We met a guy there that was from st. marten (an island very close by). He told me and my dad’s friend to come over and he would show us around. We took a boat fairy over and met him. We went to his house and did a few shots. He eventually took us to a brothel. Me and my dad’s friend took 2 girls to a hotel that night. I completely blanked on what happened in Colombia…I never thought of it. It never popped up in my mind until 2 weeks later that girl in Colombia fb messaged me and it all came back. I immediately felt terrible and started researching prostitution in st. Marten.
It stayed on my mind for months until my dad asked if I wanted to go with him and his friend to Aruba. I didn’t want to go but I really wanted to talk to my dad’s friend about what was on my mind because I had nobody else to talk to about it. (Looking back now I wished i would’ve never went). I knew they might try to do something but I had in my mind I wouldn’t do anything. When I got to Aruba I asked my dad’s friend if he thought the girls we were with were trafficked or needed help in any way..he said no way…That made me feel better but I still told him I didn’t want to do anything else anymore. He just said “don’t be that way man”. The next day I found out my dad planned to have 3 girls come to the hotel to pick us up and all of us go to eat. I told them I didn’t want to go but they just said “just come to eat”. I eventually said I would go eat but that’s it. I didn’t say anything the whole time. I didn’t want to be there…I just watched the girls behavior. They were laughing and showing pictures to eachother on their phones. They looked like they were having a good time. On the way back I told myself I didn’t want to do anything but I felt like they weren’t trafficked by how they were acting. I knew that my dad would blow up if I didn’t go along with everything or look down on me. So I just told myself I would ask the prostitute when we got in the room if she is being trafficked…I knew she might say no but I was looking for a reaction. When I asked her she looked confused and said “no” the proceeded to ask me for more money….at that point I really didn’t think she was in trouble so we proceeded.
3 1/2 years later…I’m 29 now and haven’t done anything like this since. I got closer to God this last year and I feel horrible about it all. I have a girlfriend now and told her about it. I think about it everyday 24/7. I hate myself for it. I obviously know I would never do it again but it makes me sick. I donate monthly to an anti human trafficking organization but I just wish I could go back a redo everything