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I hope that knowing these top ten unethical persuasion methods will give everyone the information and knowledge to critically assess any group they choose to associate with now and in the future.
Why didn’t the teachers observe my behaviors and investigate why this was happening to me? I’d look at other little girls at school and would wish to have their life. I believed I was bad and evil and i deserved to be abused.
My story is not one that will end up on the NY TIMES.. it won’t even turn heads. I was a mere follower, a devout Christian in a Pentecostal church in its start up.
Jness… where do I start? I sometimes find myself missing these women. The good times and the laughs we had could not be traded for the world. Each year I would post a snippet or picture stating how much I missed everyone and couldn’t wait to see their faces. Christmas parties, clothing swaps, intensive weekends,…
Last year I was trafficked to a foreign country by, for want of a better word, a cult. I was blindfolded and transported to an unknown location while every fibre of my being was screaming at me to get out.