by S3 » Fri Jan 23, 2009 5:52 pm
Thank you scarred_cutter & Lostson. It means a lot that you share your opinions so kindly. It is a touchy topic, after all. Thank you for sharing a bit of your and your father's story, Lostson. It does help to be reminded that "not as bad" is often still really bad.
As far as the line between attraction and affection goes, I truly wonder if it will be clear to me when I need it to be. Sometimes I see the distinction, but other times-- and I'm worried it might turn out to be the vast majority of the time when one day there's a child at home-- I can't see that boundary at all. I imagine whenever that happens I could just separate myself from my daughter, but my fear is that she could develop issues with me leaving her all the time. Children need affection. From stories I've seen on TV, read, and learned elsewhere, I see that those who never felt appropriate intimacy with their parents, most commonly their fathers, grow up looking for intimacy elsewhere, usually in all the wrong places.
So my struggle here is balance between separating myself from girls when I'm excited by them, and being sensitive to their needs. Hypervigilance seems to be very appropriate, but I'm tempted to apply it only to my actions and not my thought processes since my judgment in that regard is off, as I've said.
Let me give an example.
[EDIT: The images I describe could trigger unwanted thoughts/memories you if you're a pedophile or victim of CSA]
There are family and friends who have girls that cling to me whenever we/they visit. One in particular is especially fond of me, and I think that's probably, in part, because of my behavior toward her. I'm very attracted to her and unable to simply turn that attraction off when I'm near her. On top of that, I see a very clearly expressed need in the girl for physical and emotional affection that I'm not ready to deny her. The first time she made contact with me other than just a short hug or tug on my hand, I was sitting in a low seat against some things that she climbed up in order to sit on my shoulders. It was a rather peculiar way to get closer to me, and she may have chosen that way for various reasons that aren't too relevant. I was surprised at first, not expecting it, and entertained slightly. When she got off my shoulders she fell into my lap. Though I could control getting aroused, my heart did somersaults and I had already begun to think of the way her body felt, sliding down onto my lap. Before that, her weight on my shoulders and the fact that her thighs were wrapped around my neck triggered something I can't easily describe. That triggering led to the palpitations and hypersensitivity I felt. She slid off my lap after a second and I thought it was over. I felt a twinge of regret that I had been relatively unaware and inwardly reluctant when she'd made that contact with me. I wanted it again, reasoning that it was acceptable to want to be close to her in a public place, (which we were, watching TV), and thinking that, if she wanted acceptance and closeness, it was good to provide that for her. I said nothing and made no move, and she didn't disappoint. She repeated the action again, and I was less reluctant, though still a little uncomfortable with the racing thoughts that I'd instinctively suppressed the first time. They were thoughts of kissing her lips, embracing her, stroking her face and her body, not of fondling nor intercourse. She did this several times, laughing a little throughout, maybe because of the awkwardness or just because it was funny that an adult would let her do such a thing, climbing up behind me, placing her feet on my shoulders, straddling my neck, dismounting my shoulders, sliding down my torso into my lap then onto the floor, not always precisely like that, but close. She paused longer on my lap about the third and subsequent times. That was likely because I sent the signal that I liked her on my lap. I would make my lap flatter so that she wouldn't slide off as naturally, and I'd place my hand lightly on her outer thigh or stroke her face or hair when I didn't feel too awkward. The chair somehow made it difficult to allow her to sit on my lap, but she paused comfortably on my shoulders several times and I let myself touch her lower legs, her knees, and again her thighs. Feeling her straddle the back of my neck actually pleased me more than having her on my lap. While I said nothing to encourage her, and didn't stop her from sliding off of me and potentially leaving, I didn't want her to stop whatever she thought she was doing. -- If I remember correctly, she actually left the room in-between slides then returned to continue. I offered no farewell and no greeting except with my eyes and a smile, maybe. More explicit fantasies came, but I'd expected that and stayed relaxed, trying not to dwell on them. I did feel an erection at least once, though it wasn't noticeable, and I made sure it stayed that way until I forced it to go away by ignoring it. I'd never felt so fawned over by a girl before, even though I knew it meant something different to her than it did to me, and I wasn't used to that kind of mental or physical stimulation. Still, I thought I handled it well, never leaving the public place and stopping myself before my hands went near any part of her that my wife would have looked strangely at me for. She seemed very pleased with my attention and was only sorry to see me leave after about a half-hour. The entire time I felt very self conscious whenever I saw her parents, and especially when my wife was in view. It didn't feel innocent, though I tried very hard to make it that way completely.
What does everyone make of this? Appropriate? Inappropriate? What about showing affection when children ask for it and getting aroused without wanting to?
It's a long-winded description of the first time we were close, but I figure more detail is better for the sake of analysis. I remember it so well though it's been almost a year since.
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S3 on Sun Jan 25, 2009 12:01 am, edited 3 times in total.