Neither Mundane nor Pointless, but MPSIMS seems the best place for this.
A while back, I started this thread. After my last post in that thread, I basically decided to “let sleeping dogs lay.” Eventually the thread sank off the first page and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I resolutely decided that I would never again bring up the subject.
Little did I realize that I had opened a sort of “Pandora’s Box” in my head. Somehow, in some sort of weird twist in the mental processes, by admitting to you guys my unacceptable sexual desires, I was also admitting them to myself. Even though I know and have always known what my desires are, and even though I have strenuously fought those desires, there was a part of me that didn’t want to know about it. A part of me that was comfortable not knowing about it. That part of me that I guess is some sort of mental “protection”. That part of me I didn’t even know was there. I know it sounds weird, but I suppose it’s possible to know something about yourself, and deny it at the same time.
I found that I could not comfortably return to the mental state I was in before that thread. It was constantly poking at me, irritating me. Sometimes it was so subtle if I busied myself I could ignore it. Other times it was overwhelming. But it was always there. This previously unheard voice that was saying, “Pduol, you’ve got to deal with this.” So I took some of the advice that I received in that original thread. I sought professional help.
The purpose of this thread is that I feel like I’m going to go crazy if I don’t talk about some of this. Obviously I can’t talk about it with friends and family, so I’m turning to the SDMB. I’m hoping that the SDMB can be a “listening ear” when in real life, there is no such option outside of my once-weekly appointment with my psychiatrist.
I realize that the topic of pedophilia is, by its very nature, disturbing. There are many extreme opinions and much controversy. I wish to stay out of the controversy as much as possible. I am a 41 year old man who has pedophilic desires, has never acted on them, and is seeking help. In this thread, I am going to speak the truth as I understand it. I realize that this truth will offend and disgust some people and for that I am going to issue a preemptive apology. If you don’t want to read it, please go no further.
As I said in the other thread, I am attracted to girls around the age of 11 years old. My psychiatrist is of the opinion that there were 3 events in my life that happened at the age of 11 that stunted my sexual growth. In other words, at the age of 11 I had sexual desires and impulses that could be considered normal. However, due to these events, while I continued to grow physically, I ceased growing sexually and emotionally. Therefore the age of female that I am attracted to has been capped at 11 years old. These three events are the following:
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My father “going off his rocker” – My father came and got me and my then 8 year old sister out of school and left the country with us. My mother and father were separated at the time and in the process of a divorce. We lived with my mother and, although I’m not certain, I think there was a restraining order. We were out of the country for almost 4 months. At the end, there was a huge standoff with the local police and my father threatening to shoot himself. I grabbed my sister and hid in a closet with her.
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My mother’s cancer – At the same time my father was losing his mind, my mother was battling cancer. She could not work and spent a good deal of time under medical care. With my father in jail, no child support was being paid. At the age of 11, I was mowing yards and doing whatever work I could get in the neighborhood. Not for extra spending money, but so that we could have something to eat.
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This will only be the second time I have admitted this. The first time was two days ago during a session. A man offered me $100 to masturbate him. What the hell, we were desperate. Anyway, once I agreed he became interested in much more than just masturbation and ended up anally raping me. I never told anyone. My father was in jail and I was afraid my mother was going to die and talking about this would take her concentration off of the battle she was fighting.
So now a question for you guys. Maybe this is a more IMHO thing but I have to ask. Does this explanation make sense? Can someone’s sexual growth be stunted by traumatic experiences? I know that I’m asking laymen about a professional’s opinion, but I really want to know what you all think. Since she told me her opinion on Wednesday, I’ve suffered from insomnia. I didn’t sleep at all on Wednesday night and I might have slept an hour or so last night. I’ve been analyzing this from every possible angle.
This is all stuff that, in my mind, I’ve “put behind me.” I’ve always been proud of the fact that I’ve overcome the tragedies of my childhood. Maybe that’s always been false pride. Maybe it has a much greater effect on me than I’ve ever been willing to admit.
I know that I’ve never found a sexually mature female near as appealing as one just entering puberty. There were 2 times that I was able to at least come close to satisfying my desire. One time I was 16 and was dating a girl who was 12. We never had sex, but there was some touching and feeling. I realize that this is approaching child molestation and am ashamed of it. I didn’t know any better at the time. Another time I was 17 and dating a girl who was also 17, but was very late hitting puberty. She was just starting to develop breasts when I met her. We had sex at every opportunity. It was around this time that I realized that my sexual desires where not normal and since that time have made it a point to only date women who are my age or older. Mostly to make sure nobody could detect where my desires truly lay. Is it possible that the attraction that I feel is because, sexually, I’m 11 years old??
Where I stand now is that I’m scared to take this any further and at the same time I’m scared not to. I’ve lived a long time with this desire that can never be satisfied. Half of me wants to just stuff it all back down into the box and ignore it as best I can, and the other half is barely hopeful that it might be possible to live the remaining years of my life with the desire gone or at least reduced.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. Please notice that this is not the pit, so if you feel the desire to flame me, there is an appropriate place for that and it’s not here. Any and all CIVIL comments are welcome.