Tululaboo,
I'm sorry you're at such a struggling point in your life. I noticed this post was created 9 days ago. Has anything gotten better since then? How are you today?
I'm sorry you don't have any support you can reach out for, and living a double life really creates an emotional wreck. I would like to support you if you'd let me. I'm not sure if I can guide you out of your troubles right now, but maybe we have some things in common and that would allow us to get through the tough times together.
I have a couple of very supportive people in my life. My sister and my best friend both know I'm a pedophile and it hasn't changed the way they feel about me. Actually my sister believes I'm more trustworthy because I admitted to her my feelings. My best friend said she believes I'm a better friend because I don't keep secrets from her and I give everything I can to be a good friend. Other than those two people and my therapist (but she doesn't know about my pedophilia), I don't have any other supportive people in my life. I don't have any other friends really. My sister bought me a puppy for my birthday last week when I turned 17 and he's already becoming a really good friend. He's very affectionate and loves to cuddle up next to me and always be near me. When my best friend was slapping me in a funny friendly way, my new best four-legged friend went crazy, barking and growling trying to protect me. That's been pretty cool. He's like a therapy dog I guess, which is what some organization gives away to war vets to help them deal with PTSD. Dogs don't judge and they don't insult, or abandon you the way people do. They just love instinctively and that's very cool.
I also spent a lot of time researching why I am a pedophile and I have never found any convincing answer to prove exactly what makes me the way I am and the way I feel. With a lot of conversations with my sister, who's also a clinical psychologist, I'm starting to realize that trying to figure out why I am is wasting the time I should be using to love who I am regardless of one little part that's involved in a bunch of parts that make up the person I am and want to become. "Why" is becoming less important to me every day. Some things aren't meant to be explained or even understood and you just have to learn to
live.
In your darkest hour Tululaboo, please reach out to me and maybe we can talk and work through the rough patches together. I'm going to be here as much as I can. I'm in 11th grade, but I don't go to a physical high school. I'm home-educated by two teachers who come to my house instead of me going to school. My classes are for almost 3 & 1/2 hours four days each week. I had problems at the high school I went to last year with other classmates. My sister tried to get me into an "alternative school" for troubled students, but the one that accepted me was mush to far away to travel to every day, so the home-education program was set up for me.
So just sit back and relax and think of a warm day on the beach and how fabulous it is to not have a care in the world and just sit peacefully and enjoy.
Thinking about you and hoping you hit a good streak!
Daniel