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I’m the r***** who posted earlier. My heart aches for all r*** survivors.If it would take away one victim’s trauma, I would kill myself just so she wouldn’t have to experience any more suffering.

But, to be honest, I don’t want to die. I want to make a difference. I want to make life better for r*** survivors and I don’t know how. I want to dedicate my life to helping them so they can have happy lives. Does anyone have any ideas on how I could possibly help?

I guess you are questioning what made me turn my life around. I’m holding my answer- my 4 month old baby daughter. I want to do something great in her honor. One day, when she learns of what horrible thing I did, I hope she can see how I’ve changed and not hate me like pretty much everyone else does.

I’m afraid of losing my little Sunshine. She lights up my life and makes me so happy. But, because I’m a registered s** offender, child protective services is in our life. I don’t need the interference from them. I can raise my daughter any way I see fit. I’m her father, not them. I love my little Sunshine to death. It would kill me if I lost her.

Thanks in advance to everyone who offers me constructive ideas. Much love and blessings to everyone.

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When I was younger, about 16, I was insatiable and as a result of having my first anonymous hookup with another kid that was 16 (off omegle of all things) I sought to have more.
In this effort I downloaded Grindr and lied about being 18, eventually finding someone who hosted an anon darkroom not even 5 minutes away and who was more than happy leaving their door unlocked and a** ready. After I was invited over and tentatively entered their place I immediately set about u*********, going to nothing in a minute and slowly started up the steps to his room. Once in his room I was approached in the dark by him – a 30-something yr old man who was equally as naked but twice my size – and he reached down and started to blow me once he settled on his knees. Within minutes once I was sufficiently erect I prodded him onto the bed and had him bend over, eventually sliding in without any additional lubrication and begun to – at the age of 16 – f*** this older mans a**. I went for about 20 minutes by my estimation and slowly over the course of the f****** went from doggy, to sideways to having him lie fully down whilst I went to town on him.
Eventually I finished in him and got up and left. Once home I gushed to him about how much fun it was and how I appreciated him taking a chance with me, with some more conversation eventually leading to my age being revealed and – to my own surprise – him revealing that he’d prefer it if we kept going in spite of it. I’d meet him continuously, probably once to 3 times a month or even multiple times in the same week until I moved away at 18. I never saw his face but I remember being inside him so vividly.