So yesterday I saw a link to this article floating around. A chick I follow reblogged it and essentially agreed with all the things that the lady in the article is saying, about the boys potentially causing trouble in town etc. and arguing that she was justified in her fears.
Now, I don’t talk about this too often because I know it will sound like I’m fishing for sympathy and that isn’t what I want. But I’ve been in that position - I became dependent on some pretty hard drugs around age 17/18, when my ‘rents kicked me out for being gay. I ran up debt that I, as an unemployed teenager, could not keep up with and so my dealer essentially started whoring (please feel free to censor that word if you want to) me out to keep up with my payments.
I was stuck in that position for years. I was very rarely in a clear mindset when I was sleeping with people for drug money, and when I could think straight I rarely consented. And yet I had to stay. I had no choice, really; at this point, I was living with my dealer/pimp, basically my whole family had disowned me. I had nowhere else to go. Of course, homelessness was an option but not one that was a promising prospect; at least living there I had a roof over my head, relative safety and access to the chemicals I was so dependent upon.
After around six years of this living hell, I heard that there was a shelter opening up for abused men in my area and I cannot tell you how excited I got. The prospect of a safe haven where I could potentially get clean and be safe from the trafficking was a dream. I cried the first time I heard about it because I was so happy about the thought of getting out of there. All I had to do was wait a while.
So I waited. And I waited.
For a further two and a half years I waited, and nothing. I assumed it had just been some kind of rumour that I’d heard, that there was never to be a shelter. Then I got told something that probably upset me more than it should’ve; the shelter had not been opened because people had complained that it was “unpleasant” and “frightening” to have “that kind of man lurking around the area."
I was heartbroken. I stayed in that place for a further three years until I finally got in touch with a wonderful charity and managed to get out of there.
I just can’t bare the prospect of other men going through what I did - having no choice but to stay in an abusive/dangerous situation. Men deserve somewhere to go every bit as much as women do, and I have to question the ideology of the "feminists” who argue against that.