Parent existence trauma: What it is (and a reason for victim awareness of pedophilia)

 What is parent existence trauma? When you get spanked as a child, didn't turn out okay, and you are a pedophile at the same time. Most people do experience harm by way of such lawful physical abuse, but of a residual sort centered around resentment. 

The term "parent existence trauma" is a misused term. Many child predators use it as an excuse to "knock out the parents", in which case trauma is not a valid defense in a court of law. I don't want the parents not to exist. I just don't want them to exist ALL AROUND ME, smothering me with how they abuse and mistreat their children. They are L-shaped towers, who punish their children on one end of the L, and put me in fear of punishment if I dare say anything. Think "get my lawyer/cop" attitude, and so you build a litigious attitude to counter theirs, and overthrow theirs. Straight to the ground. Tears, tears, tears at lack of "control" over their child, because children are to have control over their themselves, and be strict with themselves, and have an adult modeling said attitude towards them.

"Parent non-existence" means "leave no trace", meaning leaving no trace of any parent attitudes, such as "control over children", "right to discipline". *I* am the police over an abuser so benign that he/she never was (only a belligerent friend), and the righteous inequality is flipped. I am a menace to them, and an affront to their parenting freedoms. I seek to take away their right to be a parent, as they see fit, because we at children's rights and the state know better than them, and have the right to shove it down their throat. 

I police the parents. A row of useless watchdogs who only attack their charges. Hit one button, and one or a few of them go "yow, yow, yow" and you laugh at them, because they are so worthless and deserving of punishment and hurt. I am hurting it! I am hurting it! I am hurting it! Watching it scream for help in terror, because I want it to suffer harm like it imposes on its poor child! Oh, the joy! Oh, the sweet trauma's revenge!...In real life, watch them yow and cry on their way to the DJ - the district justice. That's the only DJ I support in prosecuting parents.

I don't want the parent to exist blatantly. I want YOU to exist, meaning who YOU are. When I see the parent, I see tears. I see trauma due to minor disagreements. I want to impose perfection on your home life, so that you don't get angry at all with your child, and when you get angry with me on that, instinct tricks me into thinking you have something to hide. Remember, I don't get angry when kids are loud and rambunctious. Fall asleep in a chair, maybe? How can you possibly find someone so small and demure to be threat to anything or anyone? I'm afraid of MYSELF in relation to a child, with the child being the only one to give credible reassurance (since all other adults, as well, are blinded by their privilege/entitlement).

It has nothing to do with living situations, as I have no control over those, and the state doesn't step up either. I don't want to see your dirty laundry, meaning your anger at a child. I want to shove that anger straight down your throat or allow me to whoop you right across the rear end like you want to do to your child, and let me watch you cry or protest in joy. I hate parents, and the reason is that they don't protect. I scoff at the slogan "parents protect" for that reason. They don't. Children self-protect, and adults abstain. I always trust the child's instinctual feeling as to if they are being abused or not. Tears inflicted willingly/recklessly is abuse, regardless. Same with anger, whining, or screaming.