So, like the title says, I think Thailand broke me mentally. The story begins with my girlfriend – not a partner, but a female friend I’ve known since childhood. It had been a long time since we travelled together, so we decided to go somewhere exciting. We chose Thailand. The plan was simple: Bangkok, then Koh Samui, and finishing in Pattaya.
Fast forward to the part that has been haunting me. All the destinations were great, beautiful, and amazing. But then we arrived in Pattaya, where my ongoing trauma began.
On our last night there, I decided I wanted to check out Soi 6. I had never done anything involving prostitution before, but everything seemed so accessible and casual. One night, while my friend was sleeping, I went out alone. As I walked down the street, women were t…
So, like the title says, I think Thailand broke me mentally. The story begins with my girlfriend – not a partner, but a female friend I’ve known since childhood. It had been a long time since we travelled together, so we decided to go somewhere exciting. We chose Thailand. The plan was simple: Bangkok, then Koh Samui, and finishing in Pattaya.
Fast forward to the part that has been haunting me. All the destinations were great, beautiful, and amazing. But then we arrived in Pattaya, where my ongoing trauma began.
On our last night there, I decided I wanted to check out Soi 6. I had never done anything involving prostitution before, but everything seemed so accessible and casual. One night, while my friend was sleeping, I went out alone. As I walked down the street, women were touching me and trying to get my attention, but I was too embarrassed and kept walking until I eventually reached the beach. I chickened out. I ordered a Grab, but the driver was on the other side of the street, so I had to walk all the way back.
That was when I saw her.
I’m not exaggerating when I say her beauty stood out completely from everything around her. She noticed me staring, walked up to me, took my hand, and led me into the bar where she worked. We started drinking and having fun. Despite using Google Translate, we actually had a genuinely funny and enjoyable conversation.
Then came the deed. We slept together in the bar. Afterwards, I found myself deeply intrigued by her, so I asked about her life. She didn’t want to tell me at first, but I insisted, and I wish I hadn’t. Her story was heartbreaking. I tried to shift the conversation by telling her about my trip, mentioning places we had visited. She said she had never been to any of them because she works every day and sends money home to her daughter.
I felt ashamed of myself.
The next day, we went home, and I fell into a deep depression. All I could think about was her and her situation: What will happen to her? Is she safe? What does her future look like? I texted her that she could call me anytime if she ever needed someone to talk to. She replied “okay,” and that was it. I haven’t heard from her since.
Yet she’s still in my head every day, every minute. I don’t know what to do. Its been a month now.