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Mar. 23, 2005 I have written in a few of my past articles that my father is in prision... well now he is in a psychiatric institution for most of his natural life, but once he was in a prision. He was convicted of child molestion with a sentence of 2- 3 years and later recieved civil commitment, or hospitalization of the sexually dangerous person. Do I agree with this, I don't know. Am I happy with it? No, he's my dad. When my father was arrested when I was 22, I began to read all the first circut court cases that had to do with sex crimes. I also read up on all the laws, definitions, and psychological babble that had to deal with pedophilia. Here's what I got. There are some very sick people in this world. Some of whom, including the man who molested me when I was seven, I truly believe will get no kind of help because they don't think they've done anything wrong. They somehow manage to justify it in their heads. It's a sickness, once compared to alcoholism, in the manner that it can never be cured... ever. I learned that no matter how much treatment or therapy or jail time that you put a pedophile through, they will always be a pedophile. They will forever think the way they do, sometimes with or without chemical or phyisical castration. These people are monsters. No matter how much I love my father, I know this. I know the destruction that comes from being molested. You can't wash that kind of pain off you no matter how long it's been. It is thought that most pedophiles are loners. They have no real contact with any of their family and therefore, having them killed will only better society. Another columnist here suggested using their bodies as fertilizer. But you know what? Some of these people have families. I am the daughter of one, remember? I love my father. He raised me, loved me, and cared for me for most of my life. As much as I know he has this monster inside of him, I don't want to see him dead, it would kill me. I could go on and on about the psychological things I've learned about sex offenders, rapists, child molesters, and general deviants, but I won't because I don't have that much time, nor do I feel like putting in that much effort right now. But I do have this to say (and I say this not only as who I am now, but as the 14 year old girl who had to eat lunch in the principal's office because her father was caught with kiddie porn and the other students wanted to beat her up because if her father was "weird" so was she, and I say it as the 17 year old girl who had to walk into her living room and find her windows shattered by bricks that were thrown at the house by some neighbors), and that is... stop. I understand what pedophiles are, and I understand their evil ways. I know that they are not wanted in society and that they are better off somewhere else. "Lock them up on an island and let them kill each other off." "Send them into space and let them die there." "Kill them and make them fertilizer." When these things are said, you're not saying just saying it to them, you're saying it to their families. And I understand everyone's perspective, I do. And I won't say that it's wrong for people to feel this way, because it's not. But I am the daughter of a pedophile, and when I hear these things, I wonder if they are directed at me too, because once upon a time, the kids in my school didn't care if I was normal and my dad was the deviant, they care that I was related to him. My aunt once told me that even when they refer to a crime as "victimless", there are still victims. The children who were hurt by my father weren't the only ones who were affected by it. I feel their pain, but not one person stood up to ask me, my mom, or my sister if we needed help through the whole thing. In fact, there was one woman at the grocery store who actually told my mom "your husband should be killed." She didn't leave the house much after that. I don't know exactly why I wrote this article. Perhaps reading the article by Stan Grimes (which by the way I thought was very well-written), brought me back to a time and place that I didn't want to be at. I guess it's just kind of saying, sometimes our anger towards one thing inadvertently comes out and hits other people. It's not on purpose, but it happens. I apologize for offending anyone, which does happen when I go off on a tangent on this subject, I did not intend to do so if I did. I was just trying to give some sort of perspective on what it's like being the off kid on the other side of the fence. ------------ About the author L.J. Chapman: I am a mother of two kids. I run a freelance business online, called LJC Freelance Inc. I'm trying to get a novel written, but I am a mother of two. Email: sublime_girl441980@yahoo.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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