Why I am guilty as the abuser that I am

Child sexual abuse comes in many forms. Many people think that their children won't be abused by a sexually self-interested adult such as myself. You could be wrong. People like me are the very creeps that you warn your children about, and keep them away from. Thanks for doing so, because Maxwell Clark Scheibner is not a nice guy. Maybe he has learned to be now, but he wasn't in the past.

Every single adult is guilty in relation to children, and is deserving of nothing but DEATH and PUNISHMENT merely for existing in relation to children. Adults, by default, don't even have the right to exist. Only a few adults will earn their right to exist, rendering them non-existent. All adults are non-existent in terms of identity until the individual adult proves their existence. Only existent adults will burn, which is most of them. God is ANGRY at adult-kind for his/her incursions on child-kind. 

I am a wicked and depraved sinner who is worthless and disgusting, deserving of nothing but DEATH and PUNISHMENT for my moral crimes in the past against children, which deservingly weigh on my sin-count. I sexually pestered and harassed many a young girl. I would go up to them, follow them around, and approach them, and since they perceived my approach, it was fornication. That's why I went to therapy. I wasn't angry about something I should have been angry about. I minimized some child's pain, and that's what drove my abuser. 

Why does nobody understand that I am a danger to children? Why does everyone cut me a break? I get away with everything because I look autistic, and nobody even cares. No, dear Virtuous Pedophiles, you are not like me. Maxwell Clark Scheibner is not a nice guy. He can be a pesky little gnat sometimes, that you shoo out of your vicinity. I am evil, I tell you. Don't mess with me. I am a vulnerability abuser. I used my vulnerable autistic appearance to gain favor with anyone who caught me abusing. Sometimes, the victim was blamed for my abuse towards her. 

Maybe I have improved, but you can tell me. It's not my place to brag or boast about accomplishments.