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A reader sent me the following link. I am thrilled that such a large pedophile ring has been broken!

Police say international pedophile ring smashed

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My blog entry yesterday about the man who encouraged women over the Internet to sexually abuse their own children on camera and send the footage to him got me thinking about another topic I don’t think I have addressed on this blog. Several child abuse survivors have told me about mothers who did not abuse them directly but, instead, prostituted the child out for money or drugs. Sadly, this scenario happens much more frequently than people want to talk about, and the mother’s betrayal is extremely damaging to the child. (The same comment applies if it was the father, sibling, or anyone else who profited from the child being abused by a third party.)

When I was an active member on Isurvive, I became close online friends with one woman whose mother prostituted her out for drugs Even though her mother did not directly sexually abuse her, we had so much in common in our feelings toward our mothers. The level of betrayal she felt at being “sold” for drugs was the same level of betrayal that I felt at being sexually abused directly by my mother. Both of us struggled with an enormous amount of rage toward our mothers, and we walked hand in hand through the healing process together. This form of sexual abuse is very emotionally damaging to the child.

Other abused children are prostituted out for other reasons. I, myself, was prostituted out by a child pornography and prostitution ring that disguised itself as a satanic cult. I suspect the reason for this was (1) to protect the identities of the abusers; and (2) to discredit me if I ever told anyone about it. The difference between my situation and my online friend’s situation is that (I believe) the ones profiting from the child prostitution and pornography were S & L, my most sadistic abusers, rather than my mother. While what I suffered was terrible, the added layer of your own mother being the one to profit from prostituting out a child makes the betrayal even deeper.

If someone you loved received money or drugs in return for allowing someone to sexually abuse you, you are not alone. Sadly, this happens a lot. When someone suffers from an addiction, he or she will sometimes do anything to get the next fix. People mostly think of people with addiction problems committing robbery or perhaps prostituting out themselves, but children are sometimes the commodity that is sought by those providing the drugs. Of course, not every addict will do something so despicable, but some do. Those who were abused due to this scenario need our loving support.

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I have shared with you that I suffered from sexual abuse as a toddler. One of my earliest flashbacks is of my mother/abuser removing my diaper to sexually abuse me. When I share my story with people offline, that seems to be the hardest form of child abuse for people to grasp or believe. They cannot fathom that anyone would hurt an innocent baby or toddler, and yet this happens with much more frequency than anyone wants to believe.

A reader contacted me about a news story of child pornography involving an infant that has not made much of a splash in the headlines here in the United States. You can read the story at the following links:

Remember when I was on my soapbox about the Protect Our Children Act? I first learned about this legislation when Oprah put a spotlight on it. In that show, a police officer shared that child pornography involves children of all ages, even babies. He talked about a man removing a baby’s diaper to perform sexual acts on the baby on camera. The look on the audience’s faces was absolutely horrified.

How could something as serious as infant rape and pornography not make a ripple in the headlines? My guess is that people don’t want to hear about it. They don’t want to believe that babies are at risk of being raped, sodomized, and abused in other ways.

While I don’t want it to happen, either, I don’t have the luxury of burying my head in the sand because it happened to me. The more society buries its head in the sand about this type of child abuse, the more freedom child abusers have to continue engaging in this type of abuse. After all, if babies can’t be sexually abused, then they don’t need protection, right? This gives child abusers a green light to harm all the babies they want because (1) nobody is watching to protect the babies; and (2) nobody will believe the memories when the adult has flashbacks of being sexually abused as a baby.

As a society, we are sacrificing our most innocent and helpless members. Because we don’t want to believe that infant abuse and pornography happens, we bury our heads in the sand and ignore it. What does that say to the babies who are being sacrificed so we can live in our denial?

Photo credit: Lynda Bernhardt

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See the story here.

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One area of child abuse that people seem to have a tough time hearing about is pedophile rings. I don’t know why this is because there is no question that child pornography exists, and presumably it is not all orchestrated by one individual. Nevertheless, people seem to be much more open about hearing about my being “molested” by a man than they are open to hearing about my falling victim to a pedophile ring.

My partner over at my professional adoption blog wrote about three organized pedophile rings that have been in the news on this blog entry. Her focus was on those who prey on children in orphanages. The articles she cited were regarding pedophile rings in three different countries.

There is no question that pedophiles do sometimes operate in a group to exploit children, and this activity is not limited to one geographical region. These are only three recent examples, but the news is hit with these types of stories repeatedly. So, why is it so difficult for some people to believe that I could be one of those exploited children who survived?

How many more children must be exploited before society accepts that pedophile rings exist? As long as the general public continues to deny the existence of pedophile rings, these predators are free to continue exploiting children, particularly those children who have nobody who loves them enough to protect them. It is a travesty that will continue unabated until the general public breaks through its denial and recognizes that our children are in danger.

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*******trigger warning – sexual abuse*******

Anyone who follows my blog knows that I went through a very difficult time last Spring (of 2009). The reason for this was my struggle in recovering the memory of the first vaginal rape. Being vaginally raped was my deepest trauma and the truth I ran from the most. I thought recovering the memory was going to kill me. I got very sick for several weeks with bronchitis and the early stages of pneumonia.

Up until this point, all of my abuses took place outside of my body. I did not appreciate that I had an orifice that could be penetrated or that a grown man could insert a part of his body into mine so that I was harmed inside of myself. I was only 6 or 7 – I did not have the first idea about intercourse. I didn’t really appreciate what was being done to my sister when she was raped in my presence because I was not directly next to her, and it was dark other than the firelight.

Here is what I remember … Instead of stripping naked and going to my table, I was invited into the cabin with my sister. We were both wearing sheer nightgowns that anyone could see through. I felt uncomfortable because men were drinking alcohol and watching me. I had no idea what it meant. I believe that my virginity was auctioned off that night. I was paraded around in a sheer nightgown like a prize cow, and men bid on who got to “deflower” the little kid.

What I do remember is that I was brought to a room with a large bed on it. I was told to lie down in my nightgown on my back and wait. A man came in the room, and he raped me. I had no idea what was coming. I did not know that level of pain could happen in that part of your body. I did not understand the mixture of fluids – blood and semen – flowing between my legs after the rape. Nobody talked to me about what was going to happen or what it all meant.

I remember curling up in the bathtub, feeling so much pain and violation and wanting to die. I did not want to exist any longer. I believe this was the moment that I become a multiple with a diagnosis of dissociative identity disorder (DID). “Annie” (the name I have created to represent my child part) no longer wanted to exist, so she went to sleep inside of me.

On the heels of this event, I experienced a second betrayal that sealed the deal, and Annie was gone for decades, leaving the rest of my soul scrambling to figure out how to exist with no inner child.

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*******trigger warning – ritual & sexual abuse*******

It is not possible for me to tell the tale of the ritual abuse in a linear fashion. What I experienced was so terrifying and traumatizing that the memories and emotions were immediately fragmented and stored in different parts of my brain. I can piece together that certain events happened before others, but trying to string together a linear story is next to impossible.

Let me begin by talking about the big picture of what I remember. The cult “meetings” were generally late at night. My mother would pull me out of my bed, place me in the front seat of her car while my sister slept in the back, and drive us to these meetings. I have no idea where my father was, and I never saw my mother other than as the transportation person.

She delivered us to a scary place in the woods late at night. There was a wooden cabin that I visited a few times, where men and some women would drink alcohol and probably do drugs, although I did not know what drugs were when I was six or seven.

My “role” was as part of the ceremony. We were in the woods, but there was a clearing with a large bonfire in the middle. (I am phobically afraid of bonfires.) Around the bonfire were both chairs and folding tables. If the bonfire was in the center, my position was due west, and my sister’s position was due north, so we were able to see each other during these ceremonies.

We were both typically naked and lying down on our two separate tables. Everyone in attendance wore black robes except for the new initiates, who wore white. They kept their hoods over their faces, so I could never tell who was male or female until the person spoke or abused me with a gender-specific body part.

In what I presume are the earlier memories, my sister would be vaginally raped, but I would not be. I was forced to perform oral sex on men and women while, at the same time, giving hand jobs to both genders. To this day, transsexuals or anyone who does not display an obvious gender trigger me because, without being able to tell the gender of the person beneath the robe, I had no indication of which form of sexual abuse was coming.

I remember lots of bodily fluids – blood, semen, urine, and feces. I don’t know if the blood was real or manufactured. Through the eyes of an adult, I have come to recognize how much of what they did was a “stage show” to make my story sound unbelievable. Who was going to believe a 7-year-old kid who had the “boogie man” dressed in robes and hurting her in the middle of the night? I also believe that the robes hid the identities of these people, and that all of the cloak and dagger crap was really just a cover for an active child pornography and prostitution ring. Despite the “Satan worship” rumors that go around, I don’t think devil worship had a thing to do with this. I think the motivation was money – money for raping children in a way that nobody would believe, which made it a “safe” way for pedophiles to have access to kids.

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