I answered the criminal bahavior one, as my abuser was a pedophile. He also beat his wife, beat his children and then in public was the perfect gentleman! No one knew and no one in my family ever pressed charges against him, as all these things were swept under the rug by folks when it all happened.
These days, I bet, someone would have reported him and he would have served time. My cousin, one of his other grandchildren, was arrested and served time for getting a 14 yr old girl pregnant. I wrote to him while he was in prison and he really seemed to have had NO clue that he was at fault. He blamed the mother for allowing them to go into her bedroom and close the door! He said that, that was like hading him a licence to do as he pleased. Interestingly enough, he also had slept with the girl's mother!!!
When I wrote to him, I did not try to correct him. I honestly did not know WHAT to say, and I guess I was too flabberghasted to deal with it, having been a victim myself. None of the rest of my family has forgiven him, but I have. I know that somehow, it is in his genes, it may as well have been learned behavior from his father, I don't know... All I know is that someone has to liove him, someone has to try to reach him and someone has to try to help him. I'm the only one available to speak to him who has the guts to do so, so we are Facebook friends and email occasionally.
However, I still have never addressed the issue with him, because really it would be too traumatic for me to do so, I am sure. He cannot afford therapy either, but I think the prison term is probably enough of a detterant to curb any further crimes on his part. That, and his Probation or is it a Parole Officer combined should suffice.
My abuser/molester died at the age of 102. I have forgiven him too, as I am betting it was learned bahavior for him as well as hereditary. Thankfully my parents barred him from my life when I was 6 years old or so. So at least things went quite well after that for me, thank God! None the less, my daddy, his son, was emotionally abusive to me, cussing me out a lot and occasionally metting out some heavier than needed discipline. A couple of times he was physically abusive, but not enough really to have considered him abusive alltogether. He was a frustrated man, working far below his capacity, feeling belittled being a plumber, when really he could have been so much more. His grades in college were great, in the 90s, but he had to quit college to support us kids and my mom, and to live at the level of comfort to which he was accustomed and wanted. Meanwhile my mom was a world famous computer analyst, during a time when most mothers did not work. I think he felt eclipsed by her success, in fact he must have. None the less, he never said a word about it to my knowledge. And plumbers do make great money! Anyway... I probably drifted off topic here a bit, sorry!