This is Neth's story and there are many more like him. With your help, we can help more boys like Neth, who have survived the greatest of exploitation, to become whole again.

There is a shame that does not go away.

The shame of being taunted and teased for my disability, of being poor.

The shame of being abused, and holding those secrets in my heart.

Young girls should never experience abuse and pain.

But it happened to me when I was only six years old.

I remember that night like a vivid dream. I was asleep at my grandma's house when someone came in and gently carried me. I thought it was my father who came to take me home.

It was too late when I realised it was not my father, but a man from our village. I was so scared and confused. We were in a field near the pagoda.

There, in that field, he raped me.

About a year ago, I couldn't see my life in colour.

It was dull. Worthless.

I was numb. It was hard for me to love my family. Impossible to love myself.

When I started attending Hagar's programs in Vietnam, something changed. I learned that other women have stories too.

I listened to them. And I knew I wasn't alone. I could look at each woman in the shelter and see them as my sisters. We were walking this journey together. I am still learning about myself.

Money is more important than me.

We are a very poor family and we barely have enough food to eat. We work on other people's farm to survive. After work, my parents drink alcohol and beat us repeatedly. We never feel love from them.

I do not know what 'school' is since my parents make me work all day. After working at the farm, my parents make me work as a house cleaner to a family nearby. My mum takes all of my earnings. She does not even ask about how I am. To them, I am just a laborer.

My husband treated me like a dog, and I felt like one.

Torment. For years. One day he forced me to walk around our village naked while he beat me. Then he put me in a dog cage and beat me until even my neighbours couldn't handle it anymore. They rescued me and brought me to a safe place. The Center for Women and Development (CWD) sent my violent husband to jail. My son and I went to a shelter.

Betrayed. Rejected. Imprisoned.

Have you ever felt these in your life?

My parents never liked me. They thought I was stupid. They divorced when I was 15.

When I was 19, I met Vi. I thought she was my best friend. But best friends don't betray you the way she did.

She sold me to a brothel across the Vietnam border to China. For two painful years, I felt like a tortured prisoner. Everyday, I wanted to die.

I was lucky to escape. I thought I would finally be free.