Reading 'So Sad at One Time' from my book 'The Purple Sun ' #womenauthors #domesticviolenceswarenessmonth #lorijeanfinnila

 

Desert Flower #lorijeanfinnila #writing #desertflower

 

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Desert Flower

Would she ever fit in

Looking at what was right in front of her

She noticed it was different 

For this reason she was drawn to it

She nestled herself onto it.

She looked right there

She looked pretty

She looked artistic

She looked comfortable, happy, 

Even where she belonged

Unfortunately her feelings of contentment came upon her

This she was use to

She could never figure out why

Mostly it would make her cry

She so wanted to belong and fit in

Perhaps maybe be like everyone else and no one would notice:

Her stumble, pause, stare, peculiar faces and eyes,

The breath she was losing the longer she stayed around

Perhaps she wasn’t the desert flower.

Half Covered #song #lorijeanfinnila #singersongwriter #autonomy #humantraffickingcontrol

Me: ‘what does pushing the females legs a little when you have them in a vulnerable position mean in human trafficking: I was pushed into the wall being wheeled out of the operating room and in an er after a car accident another man unconnected to healthcare came in and pushed my legs around.’

A human trafficker wants to make a victim feel he controls her legs to strip away her physical autonomy and stop her from trying to run away or escape. : if they started this out in a hospital the female being gransported on a gurney, and again on a gurney in an ER does this fit

To answer your question directly: Yes, this scenario is a highly plausible and documented tactic used by traffickers to establish psychological and physical dominance [Health 1].

In the context of a story or character study, starting this manipulation while a victim is on a hospital gurney is effective for several reasons:

Why a Hospital/Gurney Setting Fits the Tactic

Inherent Loss of Autonomy: Being strapped into or lying on a gurney automatically restricts movement. In a hospital or emergency room (ER) setting, patients are expected to remain still, defer to authority figures, and allow others to transport them. This environment perfectly masks the trafficker's coercive control as "medical necessity" or care.
Exploitation of Vulnerability: If the victim is already injured, sedated, or physically weak, the trafficker can easily manipulate her perception. They might tell her she cannot walk, that her legs are paralyzed, or that she will injure herself further if she tries to move.
The "Savior" Complex: By controlling her movement in a chaotic ER environment, the trafficker isolates her from medical staff. They position themselves as her sole protector, spokesperson, and caregiver, which deepens psychological dependency (often leading to trauma bonding) [Health 1].

Reading My Poem 'Survival' #womenauthors #lorijeanfinnila #barnesandnoble

 

Book at Barnes and Noble

Underwater #audioclip #lorijeanfinnila #singersongwriter

 

Free song.

Dead Woman in A Park Reading #lorijeanfinnila #author

 

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Pheasants and Kings #poetry #lorijeanfinnila #womenwriters

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Pheasants and Kings

What I learned:

Feeling love and security 

Relies on Relationships

Poverty Belies a bigger problem

Servants and pheasants 

For what would be 

Without the friendship of thee

Roses by Lori Jean Finnila #womenauthors #lorijeanfinnila

 

At Amazon

Right Before My Eyes #strangulation #domesticviolence #lorijeanfinnila #singersongwriter

 

You have a greater chance of serious harm or even death once your partner has put his hands around your neck.

I still worry over 35 years later.

I Drink the Earth As the Drip Seeds Suround Me #womenwriters #literature #lorijeanfinnila

 

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I drink the earth

As the drip seeds surround me

I move as my bones crack 

I ignore them

I have better things to do

I listen to the poets that bring me joy

I lay with my feet up on the bed

I find relinquishment from this

The ease of stress releasing from my body

I feel my existence of me come back again

I twinkle feeling the touch of my intelligence 

which brings me so much joy and harmony

Even though the dredges still drip around me

I dot in the corner hovered over my ball

I worry my back will stay round and bent from this

I feel fire in my stomach 

Pressing up my throat as it passes

I find delight in the literary genius

That brings me joy