Not Every Cry for Help Can Be Answered
A personal note from a cybercrime lawyer who gave too much Over the last 9 months, I met a girl — a victim of sextortion. A scared teen with no money, no emotional support, and no freedom to act. Her father watches her every move. Her house isn’t a home. Her trauma runs far deeper than just the crime. I spent hours — literally hundreds — trying to help her. The first week? 30 hours. Then 20. Then 10. Then again, and again, and again. Over time, it crossed 500 hours . All unpaid. All from my time meant for growing my practice, reaching my goals. Every time she came to me, her face carried the same expression — panic, fear, tears, and silence. She didn’t act on my advice — not because she didn’t trust me — but because she couldn't. She couldn’t file a police complaint, couldn’t change her SIM, couldn’t visit a therapist, couldn’t even ask for help at home. Everything in her life is controlled. And when you come from a place where even ₹30 a day is all you're given, indepen...