A Letter from Someone who Cares

If you Have Been Kidnapped or Abducted --A Letter from Someone who Cares


I am so glad you are on the Internet. I pray it means you got away. Whether you escaped or you are still a prisoner, it wouldn’t surprise me if you have trouble remembering what it is like to live a normal life. The Internet is a great place to find out what is going on. If you read what other victims have to say, you know that many feel that family and friends won’t be able to accept them. That they have changed too much. They know that what happened wasn’t their fault, but they feel guilty. Dirty, you know? It is only natural to blame yourself. Especially if you were forced to do things you never would have thought of doing, like working in the sex industry. Some victims end up prostituting themselves, they get so desperate. Not a few have taken drugs. Hurt so bad that after a while, they don’t feel anything. Don’t want to! If the numbness lets up, fear and loneliness and confusion grab hold. If any of this rings a bell, please know that I understand and want to help. More people do than you imagine,. We won’t grill you. We won’t judge you. You can bank on it.
If you are still with the crook[-s] who stole you, you know what it is to have your buttons pushed big-time. NEVER let yourself believe that garbage. In bad moments, it will be extra hard not to swallow those clever lies. Keep reminding yourself that that is exactly what they are. Lies!. We are talking master manipulators. Faking a telephone call to a loved one is just one trick that you can expect. It is part of a plot to convince you that if you ‘rat,’ you will be responsible for their getting hurt. Maybe even killed. “Breathe one word, it’s b’bye.” Unable to fight, you will probably find yourself thinking you are the weak one. Not so! Strong people are brave and honest and caring, not vicious and manipulative. Bullies are bottom-of-the-barrel weak. To kidnap or abduct someone shows total lack or respect. Not just for the victim, but for the self. It is a sign of both weakness and desperation. So take the threats for what they are worth. Nothing, nada, zilch, zed. As for insults, remember the saying about sticks and stones. Say to yourself, “Words can never hurt me. I believe in me. I believe in the people I love, and who love me. I am a good person. This will pass. Life will be good again!”

One more thing. Never ever believe your family has given up. Decades may have passed, and they are still looking. Doing everything in their power to see others keep looking. They are not going to rest until you are found. No matter how rotten the odds seem, they will keep hoping and praying and knocking on doors. All they want is for you to walk through the door. Come home! Posters may fade or wash away. News reporters go on to other cases. Never mind all that. The people you love and who love you are still riding around trying to find you. Combing woods and fields and shelters, burning up land-lines and cell phones and camping out at police stations. You are wanted! You are needed! And one glorious day you will all be hugging and laughing and crying and jumping up and down with joy. Because you are home!

Wouldn’t you hate for the evil so-and-so to win? Keep telling yourself, no more!
Go to the nearest fire or police station or church or somewhere like the Health Department and them who you are.. That you need a ride HOME.

Good luck – you deserve it!

By Phyllis Jean Green
Last edited: Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Posted: Tuesday, April 03, 2007


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