Sons of prostitutes, how do you feel about what you mother did?
Didn't think I'd ever see the day where other people would be talking about this.
I am a son of a prostitute and I've literally seen it all growing up.
I can remember being left in a trap house and my.mom telling me she'd be back in a few hours... Little did I know she wouldn't be coming back for a few days.
I can vividly remember eating stuffed oreos for days and hating them.
For some odd reason I had strong (mother - son )bond with her although she put me through the most difficult times.
And it never really went out.
I haven't seen her in about 10 years now, through various prison movements, and corona virus she is seemingly unfindable.
Out of all the crazy beep I seen because
of her, I still feel sorry for her and love her just like I did was little.
I truly don't hold any resentment for her actions anymore, I forgive her.
Though, she put me through a lot I wouldn't wish any negative energy upon her.
Mom was a 'porn star' in the 70s/80s...did stuff with Ron Jeremy and the like...it was always a very taboo thing growing up, but my dad tried to prepare us for bullies at school due to the town being fully aware of what she did.
No bullies.
Mine didn't walk the streets but she slept with men when we needed money or food.
She hid it pretty well.
We always thought these men were being nice and just giving us money.
Now that I look back on it it all makes sense.
She passed 10 years ago and I am thankful to her for it.
Bastard son of a Thai prostitute here, no idea who my real dad was, but luckily one of my mum's clients fell in love with her, married her and adopted me.
When things went bad he got custody of me and got me the beep out of there.
He was a terrible Dad over the years but I'm forever grateful for the fact I'm where I am now cause of him.
I'm now a Dad myself and making sure I don't make any of the same mistakes.
Edit: adding here since it's been mentioned I didn't actually answer the question, I don't see anything wrong with it, my
problems with my parents come from them as people and not my mother's profession.
Mine was one in the past before I was born... She never hidden the fact she was one when I was old enough to understand what prostitution was.
Doesnt change a thing for me.
Shes still my mom who sacrificed everything to keep me well fed.
Still love her with all my heart.
My father had a long drawn out custody dispute with her.
My mother had:
Stabbed a guy, when the police were called I was laying in his blood and they thought I was a stabbed baby.
Beat me
At 3.5 years old I couldn't speak, was not potty trained.
Was forgotten overnight at a forest preserve.
Gotten shot during an armed robbery of someones home at night.
(with her little sister helping her).
Stabbed a second guy.
Threatened to have my father assassinated and have his body used in a satanic ritual on halloween.
Lied about who my father was until I was 3.
My father didnt know he had a son until I was 3 and she came to hit him up for money.
He had to spend 60k to win custody.
(120k today)
After he won she had visitation... and lost interest in 6 months.
I honestly don't remember her.
I think... maybe I met her once and she was dressed as a clown?
With a soft fuzzy nose and not a hard plastic one.
Sorta like the clown from "the big compfy couch"?
I'm not sure honestly.
She got even worse into drugs and alcohol.
By the time my father reconnected me with my grandmother on that side when I was 15 my mother didn't want me to see her the way she had become.
She died when I was 21 from a heart attack caused by a drug overdose.
I'm not sure how to feel.
I wish I could have had any memory of her.
I'm not mad about my early life, I don't remember any of it.
I mostly just have a mom shaped hole in my life.
You can't miss what you never knew, but you know it's not there.
Edit: for those who don't believe, Ill upload some of the court documents I found in my dads paperwork about the case.
I'm not mad, the story is outlandish.
I havent even said everything, because some things are so crazy and unique that they would identify me to anyone who knows me.
Also, I never really thought it was like Dexter, I thought it was more like MurderFace's backround from cartoon networks Metalocalypse (spelling?)
Edit edit: I also have an amazing mother in law.
Shes a less huggy and more no nonsense than I would prefer, but I love her all the more.
Shes the mom I wish I had years earlier.
My mother was a prostitute in the Dallas/Fort Worth area in the 90’s and early 2000’s.
I spent the majority of my time with her going place to place and watching it all unfold.
I would carry about a little Jansport backpack with a NASCAR VHS, some action figures and cars and everything seemed okay even though I knew it wasn’t the normal of everyone else.
Days would go where I would see my mom, or I would jsut kinda bumble around hitting up the 7/11, stuffing candy bars into big gulps.
It was a really odd childhood but I did, and still do love my mother dearly.
We had a strange bond in a mother-son way, but I don’t know it was odd as a kid but I always knew mom would be
there.
We would normally get happy meals the day after and it was really rad.
I struggled through my teenage years as I learned about sex and whatnot, people making “your mom” jokes and it was just always hard to work through that.
I still hold my mother in such high regard because I feel like she did the best she could for a drug addicted prostitute.
I’m in therapy now to work through that and other childhood trauma and it’s been good.
Edit: it’s actually been really nice and refreshing to share all of this with you.
I have some writings I’ve been working on from
this time, I would love to share them if anyone is interested.
Also, some have mentioned doing an AMA, if people see interested im down.
Last update!
I’ll do the AMA tonight, and I’ll try to link this for background for anyone else.
I didn’t even know it was a thing until I got a little older.
We always had a babysitter at night.
That was just normalized.
When you get older you start to notice things.
She’s always leaving at night.
Always in stilettos, always with a ton of make up, always in a coat.
I think I had an idea about it but didn’t really accept it.
The only time it really became an issue was when I was 18.
One of my classmate’s Dad bought him a couple hours with a prostitute for a graduation gift.
That prostitute was my Mom.
Made this account just to reply to this very applicable question.
It'll be a bit of a read but i promise it all ties together!
I spent a lot of time bouncing around places as a kid with my mom and dad.
Dad was in and out of prison for violent crimes, mom never had a job and kept jumping from boyfriend to boyfriend.
I don't remember much of what happened in my life pre age 10, other than the abusive stuff.
My mother finally ended up meeting a man that was taking care of her and super nice to my siblings and i.
He had her live with him but was unable to take my siblings and myself for reasons
to be found out later.
We got dumped off at my grandparent's(mother's side) for almost a year.
While living there we would be beaten with planks of wood for next to no apparent reason.
(10 Y/o Me, 9 Y/o Sister, 8 Y/o Autistic Brother) We considered this fairly normal behaviour since all we've really grown up with was abuse.
So, it was never mentioned to my mom or her boyfriend.
Near christmas my mom and her boyfriend were planning on coming by to visit us and spend some time together (I got batteries for christmas this year, nothing else from grandparents).
When we had time with them alone the beatings came up in conversation with my mom,
her boyfriend and the kids.
Screaming fight then occured between grandparents and them.
We were immediately scooped up from my grandparent's place by my mom and her bf, nothing but pyjama's on and no other clothes taken with us.
The next day mom's boyfriend takes us out clothes shopping, buys us whatever we want.
Treats us to place's like chuckie cheese's, swimming pools, restaurants and all sorts of fun stuff nearly every single day.
Around 11 Years old i start to figure out why we're being kept out of the house so often, it was a brothel essentially.
I was never a dumb kid but i was always quiet and kept it to myself (Why mess up all these chuckie cheese days?).
I didn't realise my mother was also one of the prostitutes working until certain day's i had no choice but to stay in the house and hear her work in the room next to me.
This life goes on all the way through to my highschool years.
Her boyfriend and her end up breaking up halfway through, my brother gets sent to live with a family that specializes in taking care of autistic children and my sister is still with us.
My mother is back to jumping around boyfriends but still working.
What surprised me the most during all of this is that her ex-boyfriend (the pimp) decided to keep on taking care of my sister and I.
He was never a strict father figure, i skipped school and did
whatever i wanted.
Yet, he was always there for me when no one else was.
He would always give me money if i needed it, advice when things got rough and a family that i always wanted.
He was definitely not your typical "pimp".
Fast forward a few years and my mom has turned to alcoholism and is still working.
She's staying in a place with my step-father (This is what i call him now) and myself.
I've turned into a fairly large man by this point and every time she had a problem client, i'd be called in to kick them out which was always fairly odd but i didn't mind, I have a big trigger when it comes to violence against women and i will absolutely not stand for it.
Especially
after my father would constantly beat my mother when i was a child (Remember those selective pre age 10 memories i have?)
My biological father has become a paranoid schizophrenic and has for some reason started to take to spending time with me because he can relate to me now that i'm a man and not a kid that needed a dad.
I blow him off eventually in a bit of a fit of rage about everything he's done and what he's never been there for.
Haven't spoken to him in years.
Now i'm nearing 30, no contact with either biological parent.
I just got a house with my girlfriend and her family treats me with
plenty of love.
I still see my step-dad every week and talk to him all the time.
He's older now and can't run the business anymore.
I help him financially or with labour any chance i get and i have absolutely no problems with this.
This pimp is the best Dad i could've ever asked for.
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I kind of wrote this on a whim and hope it's not too jumbled to read.
As a TL;DR for people asking for perspective on the son of a prostitute:
Mom slept with men in the room beside me, i had to kick them
out when i got older.
She was never there for me and cared more about partying and alcohol.
I ended up bonding with her pimp and he became the person i care about most in this world.
My Dad.
E/ I've gotta say I'm touched by the incredible amount of positive feedback here.
There's obviously A LOT I've had to cut for a single reddit post.
I just wanted to let everyone know I shared this post with my sister and all of your comments.
She was never sure how I felt growing up and all of your support has been quite a surprise.
In my town a kid was expelled from a school because his mother was a prostitute
I grew up with a guy who's mother was a prostitute.
It did not end well.
He was abused by multiple men.
She was a severe drug addict.
Last I knew my friend was in prison.
The mom has long since been dead from an overdose.
I didn’t really know I was the son of a prostitute until I won a few games of Call of Duty.
Learned a lot about my mom then.
Yeah not my mum but I do have a story.
In my high school everyone found out one of the girls mum's had been in a porno movie, nothing really happened until one of the boy's got said tape and decided to throw it on during a school presentation.
The girl basically ran off crying during the assembly and transfered to another school quite far away.
It's a shame becuase she was real nice.
I heard later on the same thing happened and she went into private tuition, the whole ordeal followed her like a curse.
A friend has a mom who is a meth head and prostitute.
From his descriptions she's in rough shape, homelessness, ill health, $10 blowjobs in alleys.
He is married and stable.
He goes out 2-3 nights a week looking for her.
When he finds her, he gives her money gets her to eat, tries to get her off the street.
Many times she doesn't recognize him.
I asked him why.
It's futile AF, and he knows it.
He said: "it's my mom, as long as she and I are alive, I can't
stop trying."
im a daughter of one but anyways sorry if this is messy :
mom still is one and has been her / my whole life
im still kinda young (18) so I dont think grasp it very well but its embarrassing and i hate that I look so much like her even though I cut ties with her I've run into older men that recognize me because of my mom, my boyfriend is a tattoo artist and he tattoos old "clients" of my mom that used to give me money for Christmas when I was a kid I just feel like I can never get away from her
She doesn't do it anymore.
Anything she did in the past is absolutely none of my business.
I'm not one to judge.
It is what it is.
I still love my mom regardless.
It's fine because she doesn't do it anymore and we have a really happy life.
Felt great.
I even got a family discount.
Worst insult I ever heard - “your whore mom doesn’t even give you a discount!” Led to a fistfight.
When someone says "I beep your Mom!"
I reply "Yeah, I know beep you put me through college."
I was born so I'm okay with it
This question needs a serious tag lol
Lot of toys.
So can't complain.
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