Human Trafficking Month: Dina Leah, Survivor of Sexual Exploitation Speaks Out – Thoughtful Women

I am interviewed by Ruth Jacobs on Thoughtful Women!

Human Trafficking Month: Dina Leah, Survivor of Sexual Exploitation Speaks Out – Thoughtful Women.

In the Booth with Ruth – Dina Leah

Interview with Ruth Jacobs…you can see I was scared to open up…

Ruth Jacobs

Dina Leah

What’s your writing background? When did you begin writing and what inspired you?

I started writing soon after I learned how to walk. Since I was very small, I began with short stories. 

How often do you write? And how do you manage to fit in writing among other commitments?

I write for two hours every day. I consider writing to be my first priority. Everything else takes a back seat. 

In which genre do you most enjoy writing?

Short stories still ring my chimes. At the moment I’m wrenching a memoir out of my memory, which stubbornly refuses to open itself most of the time. Since my life has been much stranger than fiction, I hope to sell the memoir as a novel, since no one would believe that it is true. 

What draws you to write in that genre?

I am compelled to try to…

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Introducing my new blog

I’m kind of excited to publicize my new blog, Dina Leah: story of a teenage runaway

The reason I’m “kind of excited” is that I’ve committed to finally telling my story right out loud, in serial form.  This time I’m writing under a pseudonym, Dina Leah, for a number of reasons.  Mostly I don’t want to deal with fallout from my family.  Not that I care so much about hurting anyone’s feelings, because every time I went to them to try to tell them what happened, I met with stony silence and denial.  So if they were to read this and know that I’m writing the story of what happened to me, and they want to read it, so be it.  Maybe they’ll learn something they didn’t know before.

On the other hand, the mother that drove me out of her home is still alive, and still as narcissistic as ever, and might retaliate in some unpleasant way.  I guess the worst thing she could do is to throw me out again, which she has done many times.  That would result in my not getting to spend time with my ailing father, which would pain me greatly, as she well knows.  Or perhaps she would just choose to hammer me with ridicule and sarcasm, which would probably result in another trip to Canada for more rTMS treatments before I left permanently, with great sorrow and regret.

For even the subjects of abuse often love their abusers, and try to shelter them from harm.

Ah well.  This will all come out in my memoir, which will take form in the shape of

Dina Leah: story of a teenage runaway.

I invite you to follow her blog.  Please be advised that it contains PTSD triggers galore.  I would love it if you would participate in the conversation.  Sharing and processing our traumas can help us heal.  Solidarity gives strength.  Hope to see you there.