Surviving parental rights (and admitting pedophilia)

 Many people here do not understand my view on parental rights. It isn't as much as parents don't have rights, but that parental rights doesn't even exist. It's a made up concept to keep children down. I am anti-parental rights, to the core. Only children's rights exists in the next world, with parental rights being a pagan, worldly concept. Parental rights raped my soul down to the very core, down to the bone, and I'm not going to back to where I never accepted - a fighter in a war against children vs. adults, and adults keeping children down, like a reservation. Like a subjugated class of galley-slaves. WE are traumatic parental pedophiles, and we are self-protective towards your children, even if YOU are not.

I am the scum of the earth, and am deserving of DEATH and DESTRUCTION merely for existing - and that fact doesn't bother me one bit, because I am a Christian, and am pro-child, and granting them their rights. Parental rights trauma is the one trauma that you have to char yourself, and heed the command of a higher authority, answering to her. Children, just as all adults should. I have the most common trauma in the country, yet the least common in admission format, likely due to the fact that most being treated for it are child molesters. I feign one well, yet hate their guts just as well.

I was spanked as a child starting at around age 3, and around that time, I developed autopedophiliac tendencies towards some family members, excluding anything my mother would approve of, meaning usually quiet yet obvious yearning. I knew, intuitively, that what I was experiencing was abuse, in so many words, but saw it as an isolated incident. Then, as I grew up, I saw it happening more, and more, and more. I searched the Pennsylvania Crimes Code for a legal statute to lock up my parents on. None existed. I just glossed over Section 509, which states that parents have the right to punish their children.

I was exiting a dark place, meaning childhood bipolar disorder, around age 15. I had an autistic special interest in abnormal psychology, guided by the DSM-5. I then had a crush, on a girl who lives in the Southernmost neighborhood in Reading, meaning the reverse. I went to the VirPed website, and Ethan, on the surface, sounded exactly like me, in a lot of ways - how he simply self-diagnosed and moved on. That's how I felt, but then got in trouble with abuse situations, as a child dating abuser. I asked one child victim/target "May I have your number". I would fixate and obsess on singular targets, girl after girl until...

...That same girl came to me. Gaslighting mask due to an investigation, meaning I wasn't allowed to recognize her, and she told me with a shaky voice "What do you want from me" and I said under my breath "sorry", and then ran, in the case the police would come to issue a non-traffic summary citation, which would be $300. I didn't know WHO it was, but the gaslighting didn't "make" me do things in that specific instance, as obviously my abusive gaze could have been averted. It was antisocial "leer"/"menace". It sent me to the bottom of that pro-social V, and then I went up with resolve not to speak to children at all, unless they give permission.

This treatment involves pro-social hysteria, meaning being convicted of intentional hysteria about one's own actions, to the point of pro-social center. First, it was fear of the law, but in the midst of this, the Holy Spirit was awakened in me to cement this change, and color it beforehand.

This isn't parental rights. That's an excuse. That's parental DUTIES, meaning I have certain duties towards, meaning away, from children. Reverse attendant, meaning constantly attend to one's abstinence habits until they become just that, habits...You just don't take up an offer when at an "invite and search" party. You just don't, meaning you just don't, meaning you just don't,.

I am guilty just for being an adult, yet exonerated and purified by my own choices.