This morning I found myself feeling pity for the men who abused me. Some of them at least.
I completely understand this.
My father I felt pity for because something happened to him, and it's obvious. His mom is insane, and he never managed to become more developed than a third grader. His speech patterns and writing are a third grade level.
Yet, he's also a complete and utter psychopath who treated his children like a psychopathic child treats insects. Like experiments.
For the record, I love insects. Doesn't need to mean I'm okay with being treated like one.
Anyway... it's easy to just accept that he feels no empathy and is a monster. I feel bad for him that he's so stunted and can't function, but I now realize that I can't help him and he's going to have to get help of his own.
Meanwhile, the pedophile I knew for years... not so much. Much more confusing, and so difficult for me to talk about that he's not really made it into my trauma diary all that much yet.
But he was empathetic. He wasn't a psycho. He did bad things... physical, sexual, emotional, mental...
But I was able to use empathy to get him to let me go. I asked him if he was okay, and he broke down and admitted these horrible guilty feelings he was having, and remembered I was a human CHILD and tried to reason with me anyway. Tried to see if I loved him as much as he hoped I did.
Wouldn't refer to it as r**e though. It haunts me, that confusing feeling of knowing he felt horrible.
Which I am reminding myself currently he should feel bad for.
I ended up looking into this obsessively as an adult, trying to figure this out. I've found that being a pedophile is a mental health problem -- a problem, unlike being homosexual, because the other party becomes traumatized and can't properly concent.
I have so many lingering questions still of if, when it was normalized in Ancient Athens, the boys were still traumatized, or if having no shame diminished it. I have found that it made the boys vulnerable -- some's entire futures could be sabotaged if the lover (the adult man) wanted to just have sex instead of show true love, therefore compromising then beloved's (the boy's) education and dooming him. The adult man in this context was looked down on tremendously.
Long story, that one.
Anyway, there have been huge articles on a certain type of brain tumor who's major symptom was developing pedophilia. There are arguements that this is and isn't a thing, because we are still figuring out the structure of the brain (human and otherwise). However, one case at least has been confirmed.
Part of the problem is that pedophiles in their right mind know it is wrong. With support, supposedly they get on with their lives without hurting anyone. But never would they dare to tell a therapist -- the consequences are (understandably) dire.
There are support groups in hidden forums out there... I never asked to see one from the admins of those. Seemed like a bad idea for me. Also, most certainly not my scene. But the point is to help people accept that they are ill and that they can still be good people. Hurt no one.
I doubt literally any statistic on how many pedophiles hurt people or don't would be reliable. Also, since pedophilia is usually exposed in criminal offenses...
But yeah, I'm sure it's a hard life. I think my pedo really did want to think we were in love. And he wasn't hurting me. I don't know, though. I couldn't see inside his head.
And he had to know that I didn't want it. Logically, why would I?
It's a very confusing topic for me. It makes me wonder why it was so traumatic... was it the shame?
Thanks for having a post where stuff like this can be vented. It's so confusing. But still very, very wrong.