nymenche wrote:Anomyn,
Hopefully this won't offend you, but your description of your relationship seems to be almost fantasy-like. She appears to love you unconditionally and that can be a powerful attraction. She is also "forbidden" and that sometimes is also a stimulus to fantasize about something that is just beyond reality.
Does that ring true or am I reading more into it than there is.
N.
No offense taken. True, I highly doubt she loves me unconditionally. In naivety, I might have thought that was true for a while, but she is probably a normal little girl who has an innocent crush. Nothing more. However, in my relationship with her, I do care about her and she genuinely behaves like a friend to me. She even helped me through a rough time when I had a big argument and temporary break up with my girlfriend.
I see what you're saying with the forbidden thing. That might be part of it now, but I don't think it was a cause.
jasmin wrote:Anonym, I don't really think that would be all it would take for you to start feeling atracted to kids. I don't want to offend you either, but there has to be more to this.
Have you ever had to take the role of an adult, when you weren't really ready? Did you get too much attention from someone close to you?
Well, if that girl isn't the root cause, she is at least the thing that invoked these desires in me and made them active.
After your provocation to dig deeper, I thought of something that might be related. Forgive me for the very long story.
In my childhood, my heart was very easily stolen. I can recall three separate situations, that all ended abruptly and prematurely, with me being apart from the girls I adored. Number one, my ex-next door neighbor, a nice, boisterous yet pretty girl, that was the same age as me (some preteen age, I don't remember exactly). This girl was my childhood friend, I spent a lot of time with her. She also shared my first curious, awkward kiss. One day, her father, a police officer, died in a motorcycle accident. She seemed different from that point onwards, although I didn't get to experience the difference in her for long, because she and her mother moved away shortly after the accident. I never saw or spoke to her again.
The second was some girl, I don't know really know who she was, maybe the daughter of a distant friend of my father's. All I remember is being on vacation somewhere near the ocean in a small house, and making friends with this girl who I had a delightful time with. I have fond memories of walking along coastal rock pools in company of that lovely girl, the sea breeze, and the setting sun. I only knew her for a few days, but I still remember her name and face. I must have liked her. The trip ended. I still remember the reminiscent and melancholic car trip home, gazing out the window in silent yearning. I never saw or spoke to her again after that.
I met the third girl while on another vacation at a fancy hotel. I think the duration of my stay was one or two weeks. While I was swimming in the pool, a girl (who I thought was stunning) caught my eye. For a few days, I would dote on her from a distance as I saw her around the place, occasionally exchanging glances with her. Then, my parents forced me to go to the hotel's child care sort of thing. I was very reluctant, because I was in my early teens and felt child care was demeaning for anyone beyond the age of a toddler, but as soon as I caught a glimpse of the girl from before sitting down at a desk, busying herself with some activity, I quickly changed my mind.
I ended up befriending the girl, whom I liked very much. Suddenly, the vacation became a lot more enjoyable. A short while before my holiday would end, she informed me that she was leaving in two days. I enjoyed my final moments with her, and then she left. My vacation, that a few days prior, was a heaven I would have liked to continue on forever, was now a bland drudgery that I wished would end as soon as possible. Needless to say, I never heard from her again.
When I think about it, I am still in love with the images of those lost girls in my memory, and they exhibit the exact traits I now find attractive in young girls. There's your abuse, jasmin, lol. Fate's abuse to my tender, childish heart.