Given the media bombardment about freedom of choice in childhood, a minor's "YES" is not the same as an adult's "YES" regarding sexuality.
Pedophiles try to equate a minor's exploratory sexual curiosity with the necessary sexual and emotional maturity to have sex with anyone.
We are trivializing sexuality. We have transformed one of the most beautiful facets of human beings into a purely animalistic and instinctive behavior. Even in a purely genital relationship, it is necessary to hear the expression "I love you" because in sexuality, beyond the purely instinctive need, there exists a profound desire for mutual belonging and surrender.
In this frivolous way, we are educating our sons and daughters with a purely genital-centric view of sexuality. This education will further fuel promiscuity (as it already is), leading to a dramatic increase in sexually transmitted infections (which has already occurred). Abortion will be used—under the pretext of a women's right—without time limits as just another form of contraception—when it remains a crime after a certain month of pregnancy, regardless of what anyone says—in the face of increasing pregnancies among younger and younger teenagers.
We are creating a breeding ground where our sons and daughters can easily fall prey to pedophiles, extraordinary seducers and manipulators of children's minds. Children with their feelings and needs for affection are therefore susceptible to the sweet words and deceptive promises of adults, most often unscrupulous and sometimes convinced that they will cause no harm to the children they seduce.
Below is the account of a woman who was sexually abused by a pedophile when she was 10 years old. It was collected by a pedophile who advocates abstinence.
Story of a girl abused at the age of 10
The big problem with arguments "in favor of contact" It's that any adult reasoning WILL NEVER ACHIEVE to see the situation through the child's eyes…
"He never hurt me physically. In fact, he treated me very well! I don't want to hate him for what we did. It felt right at the time, and I went along with it. But I was 10 years old, so I didn't really know what was going on. I still think about the past."
I liked his attention and wanted him to think I was special. I was a very vulnerable child. I longed to be valued. The way he treated me made me feel important. No other adult was like that.
Sex wasn't something I was looking for. I mean, at that time I had sexual feelings, and I was curious about it. And at first, all we did was a little bit of sexual teasing, things like I saw on TV. But, it took it to a level I had no idea about. It turned into sex between us.
I was speechless about how I felt, and I'm not sure I can describe it now. But I know my life changed at that moment. Something was different, and it followed me everywhere—to school, to home. It was like he and I together began to take over my entire world. It was intense.
Actually, I felt proud sometimes. I thought it made me special compared to other girls. But it was also confusing. I kept telling myself it was our secret, and I knew it had to be. I knew other girls would be angry if they found out.
The other thing that bothered me was that I felt like I was being drained. I don't know how to put it. I knew that private parts and sex were important. It was for people who fall in love and for having children. But it was like this was happening to me now, at 10 years old. And then I felt possessed or drained. Like this was already my future.
Another thing was that I always felt naked around him. I told him I was ashamed, but he said it was normal because of love and that he would leave. But he made me feel distant from my parents and grandfather because everything was so different between him and them.
I asked him if we would get married. He said we would, and I believed him. That made me feel better for a while.
Finally, he was out of my life. I went to high school and changed my schedule so I wouldn't have many opportunities to see him. We saw each other a few more times, but then he drifted away. The last time we saw each other, he told me he would always love me, but that hurt even more, because now he was gone and our special secret was over.
After that, I felt like I was sinking. I started having nightmares and had a lot of trouble at school. I had this feeling of emptiness. I thought about finding another man to have another relationship with. All the other kids seemed fine without sex, and I wondered why they didn't feel the way I did.
Furthermore, sexuality and sex were always on my mind. All those feelings didn't simply disappear when he left. I started watching pornography whenever I could. Then, a couple of years later, it wasn't difficult to find partners. There were plenty of guys who wanted to have sex with me. I was used to it by then, and it made me feel special again.
The funny thing is, it made me popular at school for about a year. But after that, I was the dirty slut. Girls thought I was trash, and guys either avoided me or made a move. When I was in a relationship, it usually meant sex on the first night.
At school they talked about abstinence and safe sex, and at church they said things like being pure and wearing a promise ring. I wore one of those rings for a while, but it was just a joke. How can a ring really make a difference?
Towards the end of my teens, I finally realized that sex wasn't what it was all about. I wanted a real relationship with someone. I wanted someone to hold me, care for me, and make me feel special. But by then, no nice guy wanted me. I felt like a used car. Like I should have my Sexual Experience Report stamped on my back.
I'd been cutting myself since high school. I tried to kill myself in my senior year. I didn't take the whole bottle of pills because I didn't really want to die. I just wanted to be somewhere else.
Looking back, what stands out is that he always said he loved me. Sometimes it makes me cry, because I miss him in a way. Sometimes I miss him a lot.
But I'm not sure it's him I miss.
Now I understand what a real relationship is supposed to be. I was a freaking 10-year-old kid! All I knew were Disney princesses, and I wanted to be one.
I miss that little girl. I miss being a princess.
He used to call me his princess, but that's what he stole from me. He always said he liked my "crooked smile." But I haven't smiled since.
What a load of crap the guy who loved me was. He was just indulging himself. The least he could have done was pay me, but I paid the price. If he loved me, he wouldn't have done what he did.
I hate him, but it's hard, because I know I didn't want all this shit to happen to me. But what did I expect? Was I supposed to just walk away and be a responsible young adult after he took the clothes off a 10-year-old girl?
It's taken me years to be able to say this: I know I said "Yes," but I wasn't his to touch. He can go to hell. (Source: christianpedophile.com) "
