I struggle with this all the time, since when it happened I wasn't a child yet I wasn't an adult either. Rather, I was a minor teenager living on the street + engaging in survival sex with older men in order to stay alive. I talked about this with my counsellor recently. She started by asking me how I made money while living on the street. Despite that she and I had never talked about it before I just blurted out what happened. She was very supportive and encouraged me to look at myself in that situation as a boy rather than an adult. However, this is very hard for me since it is a challenge for me to rememeber how it felt to be a kid in general. Is this normal?
Love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And we’ll change the world.