First before I start writing my post I want to know if it's ok that I talk about my abuse here even though this forum is for paraphilias? I tried to talk to some people in the Sexual Abuse and Incest Forum yesterday and I tried being supportive in PMs that I sent, but two people got really freaked out because I guess they looked up my posts and found out I was a pedophile and one of the people just said not to message him anymore and the other person totally went crazy on me and criticized me and said I was a "disgusting sicko perv" and to not PM her again or she would report me to a moderator. I was kind of heartbroken because I was trying to support and encouraging her. I didn't say anything bad or insult her. It doesn’t seem to matter that I’m a victim of abuse too and I’ve never hurt a little kid and I never would hurt one.
Do you guys (and girls) think anything is going to change the way the world views us? It’s demoralizing for me to think about the future and that I’m only 17 now and if people are still going to want to kill me when I’m 25 or 45. I don’t want to live under a lifetime of fear and have to live a double life and pretend to be someone I’m not around some people and then myself around other people. It’s too hard to always have to watch everything I say and to worry about the consequences if those certain people find out how I truly feel. I just want to be myself and feel safe and loved for being myself. Do any of you think there will come a time in the world where people can look at us and not just automatically assume we’re monsters that they need to protect their children from?
I’m no different from anybody else. If you cut me I bleed. If you hurt my heart I cry. If you compliment me I smile. If you annoy me with sarcasm I roll my eyes. I like the feeling of being loved and I want to love someone. I don’t want to fall in a trap of spending my life with someone and having to hide and keep secrets. I want to be valued for me. I have a big heart and I care about people and I’m emotional and sensitive. I want somebody to hang onto and feel safe in their arms and know they will never leave me or betray me. I want a life partner to always be real with me and to never hide and keep secrets from me.
It’s like people just see the word pedophile and that’s all they need to know. They won’t even give us two minutes to explain ourselves, because if they did I don’t know how or why they couldn’t understand. I would show them that I’m not different than anyone who loves a man or a woman. It’s actually a lot harder for people like us because we have no way of showing our love. They just see us as the kind of people I was raised by, but they don’t know that I could never do to any child what was done to me. I just want to fall in love with a little boy, and “love” isn’t painful and it doesn’t ruin anybody’s life. Love doesn’t make anybody feel dirty or afraid or invaluable. I think the world is so filled with hate because people don’t know how to love and when someone like me wants to show how you’re supposed to love, we get stepped on and thrown out with the garbage. We are judged for being good.
I didn’t ask to be a pedophile. I didn’t make a wish before blowing out my birthday candles to be something that I know pretty much everybody on the planet hates. But what am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to lie? I don’t want to do that. Lying about who I am and how I feel just seems to be the worst possible outcome I can think of, and besides I would think that people would want the truth just like I want the truth about who they are and what they like and love. I want people to look and say “there goes that guy who treats everybody nice and you can trust him and he wouldn’t ever hurt anybody.”
When I see a cute little boy I find attractive I don’t think about hurting him or making him cry. That would totally hurt me and make me cry. I think about what it would be like to hug him and be close to him and make him smile and feel love and affection. I think about how good he would feel inside knowing that I’m there to protect him and I’d trade my life in a second if it spared him even the littlest amount of pain.
I don’t believe that children can consent to sex either. I don’t tell myself or anyone else that no matter how gentle sex would be that it wouldn’t hurt a little boy, because I don’t believe that. I don’t believe that children are prepared for sex or even know what it is and how it feels and the way it could effect them their whole lives. I don’t tell myself that he would enjoy it because I can’t justify what I want to be more important than what he wants and should feel. I dream of making love to a little boy and kissing his entire body and holding him close to me and feeling his heart beat against my chest and his breath on my neck and the smoothness of his lips, but dreams have to stay in my head, because they don’t hurt anyone there. I don’t have to worry if I messed up a precious little boy because of a fantasy I have inside my own head.
I actually hope those people who freaked out on me yesterday will read this post and realize that I’m not a monster and I don’t want to hurt anybody. I’m a victim too and I think I have a lot of experiences during the abuse and since I got away from the abuse that might be able to help them and me. I know what it’s like to suffer and if I could do something to ease their pain I would. I have a big fat heart for abuse survivors because I am one and I know what a gigantic challenge it is to try living life when you constantly have the memories of what happened always in your head and the horrible times when you feel like you’re still being abused when anxiety attacks us and we get really scared. I can be there for other survivors and we can work out things together.
I’m wondering if any pedophiles here are married and your spouses know about your pedophilia? Do they freak or do they still love you? Do you have any children and how do you avoid the temptation? I personally don’t think I would ever hurt my own, even though I know I would never hurt any child ever, it just seems like even more evil to hurt your own flash and blood, or at least it does to me because I know so well the sadness of having parents and relatives that did a lot of stuff to me and it’s like opposite because those people were supposed to love me and protect me most.
Thanks for reading! CrayonSuperhero