Found Him...Now What?

Found Him...Now What?

Jude

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For the past several years I have scoured the internet trying to find some information on the whereabouts of my abuser. Childhood friends from my old neighborhood claimed to have no idea what became of him. There seemed to be no trace of his existence at all.

Then last week I made a critical discovery: I had been spelling his last name wrong. That made all the difference. I found him. He's 64 years old, married, and still lives in the same house he abused me in 45 years ago. His age being 64, makes him just 5 years older than me, I remembered his being older. He seems to have stayed off social media so there's no details about career, lifestyle etc. He has a grown son who IS on social media, and (shudder) looks exactly like him at the time of the abuse. He does not turn up on any registered sex offender lists, and I could find no record of other criminal activity.

It was kind of a let-down. I had hoped to find out he had died a horrible death, was rotting in a prison cell, or at least had led a life of misery and pain. No such luck. No such closure. It seems the misery and pain was to be all mine.

So what do I do with this information? I'm not going to contact him, or try to expose him, or try to hurt him in some way. Somehow I have to just let go of this. I don't know how to do that yet. Any ideas from those who've been down this road will be appreciated.


Jude
 
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I took a different approach to you and named and shamed over the internet a few years ago on Face book , I had a following of over 500 friends and I even wrote a few letters to my abusers who are such loving caring non abusive people now , such loving Grandparents , happily married man and oldest sister who is the perfect mother and grandparent now . I told everyone about my failed M and what I had to live through , I didnt cut corners , I just wanted to let it all out , as id lived in shame and humiliation and ridicule and traumatized , I didn't get jailed on that occasion and non of my abusers had the courage to speak up , it was my revenge , as id lost everything in my life ,and been persecuted for being honest .
Last month I contacted the oldest brother of the man who groomed and abused me from the ages of 12 till I was 16 , and I told him the truth , he tried to buy me and to explain his brother had suffered abuse himself by violence , I didn't give a flying fuck his brother was a beast and I was a little shy traumatized severe stammering boy , I told him how the abuse started and how I had to stab the bastard to stop him when I was 16 , I was told at the time to say nothing by the beast as I would go to jail , Im now 46 years old and im finally coming to terms with the living nightmare I've had to endure by them disgusting twats .
Ive trained for 15 years in martial arts due to my upbringing and adult life , they don't have control over me anymore and cant abuse me as I have fear over them now , I haven't bullied them ive laid my cards on the table .
Why not write a letter to your abusers wife and children , don't put your name on it but let them see what dirty revolting actions your abuser did on you as a child , I cant take all my abusers to court as they,ve all closed ranks like the beasty bunch living the lies and in fear .
Im really happy ive found this site its very refreshing to think im not all on my own anymore ,
Keep smiling m8 x
Your a survivor
 
I don't suffer selective memory and I don't tell lies .
They must of seen me as someone who wouldn't grow up and have the balls to name and shame ,ive lost a few friends over it and been abandoned , but to be Honest im very proud I did have the courage to take a stand , I was a very loving caring protective hard working honest father , I hope in time my children read the truth and my account of what happened , I don't want them to take sides and I don't want them to burn bridges but they have to face facts and I hope it gives my children and people a little bit more understanding and compassion to adult survivors of childhood abuse xxx
 
Jude

A couple of years ago I tried to find the two main abusers (other than the step-dad) from my childhood. Like your story they were both several years older than me. I was visiting my brother, who still lives in the same area where we grew up. I had an anxious feeling about being in the area away from his house in neighborhood stores and on the streets in case I encountered someone from the past that I did not want to see.

I discovered that one was living and working out of state and had a family and respected career and no criminal record. The other was still in the old hometown, had a family, had just retired from a blue-collar job, and had a police record that included an aggravated felony if I remember the term correctly. I could not discover what crime this was or a definition or list of crimes that might fit that description. In addition, I learned that the best friend who was my age and had sold me out to the bullies and abusers, was a practicing professional that my sister-in-law had crossed paths with in her work and that he was not highly regarded in his field.

I was sure that each of these was the one I knew because the names were not common, the original geographical connections matched and the dates of birth and ages fit.

I had the same reaction as you, Jude: what do I do with this?

I knew that I did not want to have an actual meeting or even contact them in any way. My main concern was in avoiding an accidental encounter. I eventually worked through that fear and decided I would not be held hostage by their wrong-doing. I had done nothing wrong and had nothing to be ashamed of. I had already worked through some of those feelings of shame and affirmations to the contrary with my T so it was not as difficult to apply it to this situation as if I was starting from scratch. I decided to go about my normal activities without regard to any What ifs? that might occur to me.

The most surprising part of the experience was that I was frozen in time in the way I had been thinking of them as if they would still be the older teens that victimized me when I was 11-13 years old. Suddenly I was confronted with proof that they had grown up and moved on with life, while I was still stuck with my feelings and reactions as a traumatized adolescent. When I realized that they were older adults who may not even remember what they had done or regard it as significant, it forced me to respond as an adult as well instead of as my younger self and try to urge myself to get my reactions to catch up with my chronological age combined with what I had learned and begun to practice.

In the end, after the initial surge of panic and flushed face and pounding heart and light-headedness, I eventually settled down and just decided that I had to consciously let it go. It was constantly on my mind for the next few days, but I got past it. I knew that I could do nothing to right the wrongs or even up the balances of justice. I had to keep on taking deep breaths and reminding myself to release it. I have hope that divine judgement or karma or poetic justice will do whatever I cant to even the score. Now I just feel flat and somewhat disconnected about them. I no longer care about it nearly as much as I did. I think that is a good thing.

Lee
 
Hi Jude.

I found one of my main two abusers (one is my now-deceased mother) and discovered he is a professional living a good life with his spouse in San Francisco. He is a licensed audiologist and from what I can see on FB -- yes, he has a page -- he seems to be doing very well. Much better, in fact, than I am. I turned to alcohol to help self-medicate the depression, anxiety and PTSD that came as a result of his raping me when I was eight. Consequently, until I got sober 11 years ago I had lost every job I ever had, including drinking myself out of a PhD program at a respected university. No professorship for me, now I drive a truck most days, me and my master's degree.

I have also wondered what to do about this. I considered contacting the state licensing board of audiologists in California but am not sure they would believe me. I believe this "person" also molested my younger brother, so I could potentially have another witness against him, but this took place about 45 years ago in a central European country. Probably not much I can do about that.

I am a member of an alumni group of the school I attended in Europe and apparently my abuser is to because he has "liked" several of my posts. Seeing his name and picture was, to say the least, extremely triggering. It filled me with rage that he would have the hubris to interact with me, even in such a limited way. That led to another question: what should I do about his taking part in my Facebook posts? Do I call him out in public? Do I call him what he is, a rapist?

These are questions which are still unresolved in my head. At least I have arrived at the point in my recovery where I no longer do rash things, so I have temporized and am talking with friends and my therapist about what to do. I have not done anything and probably will not do anything. If you have any ideas I'd love to hear them.

Please try to not let your discovery ruin your internal peace. Even though the monster still lives, limit his influence to your past and not to your present and future. You owe yourself some peace and I hope you find it.

Mike
 
Sounds similar to my situation Jude.
What's helped me is how my therapist explained just how miserable my abusers life must be. That helps me to believe the misery and pain are NOT just all mine.
He lives in the same county, and I too have wondered about a chance encounter and what might transpire.
Like Lee, I've decided I will not worry about it. I've done nothing wrong. The wrong is his to bear.
 
*TRIGGERING DISCLOSURE OF ABUSES*
My early childhood I lived with my single mom and sisters. When I was 11 years old my oldest sister's boyfriend invited me to go live with him. I ran away on mother's day because of a violent scene with mom's boyfriend and it took a group of officers to fight him to the ground as he resisted tasers and mace. I was happy to leave. I ran away all the time as a child but never had a place to go. This guy gave me a place to go and so it began.

He was an incredibly charismatic guy with huge personality and humanity. I lived with him and my sister in an old house occupied by teens who partied all the time. Eventually I went back to my mom because the school was getting on her back and my sister made me return.

I was much more confident running away and staying out, only going home to check in and occasionally going to school but I was an outcast there. I just blurred out of the picture and my mom removed me from school under the deception that I'd participate in homeschool, which never happened. I never finished middle school and just went straight to the streets.

After a failed suicide at age 13, I started spending more time with my sister's boyfriend and I would follow him like a tail. Going to parties, doing all kinds of drugs and alcohol, growing up real fast. Getting desensitized to drugs and strangers, even thinking I enjoyed myself, but I really didn't care if I lived or died, I even counted on it.

I remember going to drug parties and being administered drugs and not really remembering everything else. I became so comfortable with strangers administering drugs to me that even when I was off on my own walking around and strangers recognized me, I would go with them to give me drugs.

My sister's boyfriend was like a shadowy guardian who protected me under his dark wings when I was around him, but I was very vulnerable without him, no matter how hardened my heart was.

I was 15 when he took me to meet this one guy. This other guy was a man in his 40's he had women's breast and I kind of know who he is but I don't actually know him. He gave me 800mg Seroquel and that's when my sister's boyfriend upped and left me there alone with this other guy. This guy waited for the drug to set in and sexually abused me before I lost consciousness, I woke up in pain from the rape, all alone and couldn't move. I eventually got on my feet to release my bladder but I soon fell on my head and suffered a brain injury. It was my sister's boyfriend who found me convulsing on the ground and dragged me several blocks and left me outside my mom's place.

I never got any medical treatment and suffered through the injury like our ancient ancestors must have lived. I really didn't care about myself and was willing to suffer the immense pain. Feeling like I deserve to suffer stems from sexual abuse and religious abuse from when I was 5.

My sister's boyfriend was deep into the occult and demons and all kinds of dark stuff. I was the only other person around who was willing to explore all of this dark stuff with him. Having my own personal experiences with dark stuff. Seeing hollow shadow creatures that were visibly pitch black even on a pitch black night. And no one else ever understood or even accepted me with this dark stuff. but he did, and he encouraged me to explore it, provoke it.

I won't bother going into all of this dark trauma, as this is a sexual abuse forum...

My sister's boyfriend was very bold and expressive about sexuality, often trying to talk me into stuff but my CSA from 5 and the religious abuse and family estrangement that followed made me very non-sexual.

I was somewhere around 14 as my sister's boyfriend started to entertain evil behaviors around me and with me. Somewhere around age 15 he started displaying behaviors of can/nibali/sm. It was open thing between us that he studied all kinds of occult teaching and demons, I mostly interacted from my own being and not reflecting from books but my actual lived experiences with dark stuff.

He was very restricted to actually harming me. Even in a completely blacked out can/nibali/stick state he was thrashing and attacking me, biting me, he even put his teeth on my neck where the jugular is and bit down a bit. I stood there like some dark volunteer who was indoctrinated by his studies, I wanted to see his demons just as much as he did, or even more, because I wanted to force confrontation with my own demons. It was common practice for him to try and summon demons to make deals and pacts. I have my own encounters but mine do not have names that I know of, or it is deeply buried and forgotten knowledge...

Slowly inside me I was beginning to change how I felt with this man, my sister's boyfriend. but I continued to interact with him feeling like our souls were eternally adjacent. I could not deny we were beyond close. I didn't have biological brothers and I loved him more than my actual family; after all I was estranged and he accepted me even with him knowing about the shadow monsters and other awful scary things that I encountered, he even taught me to embrace it. Like he taught me everything else that was personal for me like hygiene and personality, because my mom let me rot in piss and shit around dead animals, he liked to take me out into the woods and take me to socialize with parties, even though I didn't look at people or talk to people, I got to go places with him.

I was 16 he was having one of his altered states. He took me to his tiny room, left and came back with another guy. He had this other guy choke on his dick in front of me and this guy tried to take my pants off to choke on me too but I resisted them and pretty much climbed up the wall to avoid them. They tried to drag me with them to a pickup truck but I ran away from them. He was angry but my absence didn't stop them from driving off to wherever they were going.

**[ Some time very close to this, I was raped by 4 strangers with a giant knife, and I never looked at their faces but I can't really get into this if I want to continue on ]**

After the group rape. My sister's boyfriend visited me in his altered state and he snuck in unannounced, crept up behind me and clamped his icy cold hands around my neck. Whispering into my ear gory graphic details of his recent travel where he did sick ritualistic murder, can/nibali/sm, rape of dead... I did not move a muscle other than moving my eyes to catch his gaze while he was circling me after whispering into my ear.

I had always told myself that I'd love him no matter what he did, but this was not something I could forget and I did distance myself from him for awhile but I was trapped in this town for a few more years, doing more dangerous drugs and being around more dangerous criminals. I had been condemned to an eternity in hell when I was 5 years old, so I think this somehow affected me as I grew older and I felt like I was just as bad or even more worse than these twisted individuals, even though I had never hurt anyone ever. I just had a disregard for myself and didn't protect myself from them at all. After all, I'll spend eternity with evil souls so what difference right?

To this day I do not remember everything or know how many times I was raped or molested while drugged.

On a miraculous whim I fled that town when I was 19. Getting into a pickup with 2 grown homeless men in the middle of the night. I spent several months homeless in big cities I'd never been to. If I wasn't dead I'd ultimately live through it. Never acknowledging the damage that would have to be lived with if I actually did survive, which I did.

October 2016 I moved across the country. I didn't plan for it, it just all took place in a day. I've always drifted through life without direction just going where it takes me. So I ended up across the country and got married a year later, having a son a few years after that. Having to learn how to be normal for the first time. I changed so much and the recovery was not gentle in any way. Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. I had become a different person for like the 5th or so time in my life, incredibly fractured person.

I have been living my new life across the country, far away from my past and all the dangerous people who abused me. It has taken me about 7 years to be honest with myself and recognize my sister's boyfriend as a wicked abuser and to also accept that the man he was when I first met him and he was positive male figure in my life isn't him anymore, and I can hardly remember him in any good way. Him having sex with others teenage boys around my age. Trying to have them invite me to have sex with them. I even went as far as to suck another boys cock consensually but I did not let them touch me back sexually. I was very confused about it all but ultimately I did not like sex at all...

So it's been many years, I escaped from him! I fled! I survived! I reformed and changed.. I never had a functional family growing up but I am now a husband and a father. People recognize me as a good man. I've never hurt anyone.

I'm recovering a lot still, I probably will be recovering until I die. Don't really know what my future holds, I certainly never saw myself living to be a teen, and I never thought I'd live to be an adult, so maybe I'll live into my 30's or 40's or longer, but idk.

Recently I've been taking steps like getting a doctor and trying to examine my physical health after all of the years without medical records when I was having near death experiences and potentially fatal injuries, illnesses, drug overdoses, alcohol poisoning and so on, food deprivation, sleep deprivation, and dehydration. Fatigue, emaciation, delirium and dissociative spectrums as far as fugues or alternate identities with separate memories and personalities. It has taken me years to get to the point I'm at now, and I'm sure I'll continue to heal for years to come but I also suffer a lot and deal with risks of being heavily triggered in pretty much any given situation.

I have moved on with my life and struggled to let go of this guy, but I am near the point of accepting him as a ruthless abusive user so I can stop seeing him as the friend I once loved and cherished. -- . recently he contacted me and my trauma response was indefinite between freeze and fawn, but I accepted his request to contact me and right away he did not have nice things to say to me. The last he said he hates me. -- . it's been a couple days and he hasn't sent any other messages. I really feel like he's trying to play with my head and gain some mental leverage against me. I am deciding to block him after I write this because if he isn't going to actually communicate with me and only try to play with my head, then it only gets in the way of my life and healing as I move forward for my family... I did give him a chance, and I had intentions to ask him for answers, but I doubt he is ever going to answer my questions. I never went to a hospital or doctors as a kid and I certainly never went to cops. I'm seeing a doctor now but I do not take any kind of medications because they trigger me, and I am not afraid to report abuse to police anymore if I ever happen to see it happening to someone I will report it, but I have no way to do anything about my past. It was unrecorded and I pretty much didn't exist back then, as I wasn't enrolled in school and my mom didn't know where I was. If someone did kill me and made me disappear, they would've gotten away with it as long as they did their job well enough. I've known people who make people disappear and they go home to their families like a double life. I think this shit happens all over the world, I don't believe in a safe society. Life is hard enough as is. I don't need this guy trying to come back in my life and make it harder for me. As to why I even talked to him and wait for some kind of closure, I cannot put it to words.

I hate this
 
Even though the monster still lives, limit his influence to your past and not to your present and future. You owe yourself some peace and I hope you find it.
This was a powerful message for me to read.

Other posts above also very powerful messages for me to read.

Thank you for paving a way by being yourselves and being vulnerable for me to get to this point now.
 
Jude, you need to take care of you. Above all else, take care of you. Don't do anything that in anyway could harm you. He took from you, don't let this take the rest.

I plotted to take a gun, and kill my abuser. I was about to go through with the plan when I realized I'd lose what was left of me. I never had contact with him again. I didn't look him up. Many years later, his obituary, appeared in the paper. Photo was same age as when he abused me. I cut it out. I wanted it to stab it, set it on fire, poop on it, and other stuff. After a few days of rage, I tore it into tiny pieces, and threw it away. He spent his last years in a nursing home at the mercy of others. I'm glad.
 
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I think this shit happens all over the world, I don't believe in a safe society.
@.aseity - mi hermanito. As always, it is a privilege for me to read what you have to share.
There is no purpose comparing any two or more people's experiences of trauma. Still, it is beyond horrific, how you were severely injured on so many fronts, by numerous people, including those who would've been responsible for protecting you in 'a safe society '. There are some parallels between your experience and mine, and I'm grateful to have had numerous communications with you, allowing me the chance to connect with you.

I tend to divide people into 2 categories : those who had basic safety needs met as their brain was developing to perceive the world - versus - those who were conditioned to perceive the world around them as inherently unsafe (before they even had language or any degree of cognition). Of course, there's a spectrum, and trauma at any age can destroy one's sense of safety of their world. But there is some distinction between: the damage done by trauma from discrete events upsetting or interfering with a sense of safety - versus - the damage done by trauma from earliest formative stages of development as a 'state of being', in a world of violence and/ or neglect as the foundation. None of it is 'worse' or 'better' or more or less severe; but for those of us men here who never had reliable safety, there is no 'boyhood' or 'innocence' or 'carefree time' or 'inner child' to remember or reclaim. You didn't have much of that stuff, if any at all.

People can theorize about 'karmic retribution' and 'god's plan' and say cliché shit like 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger' - if that type of stuff works as a paradigm to benefit anyone, more power to them; find whatever helps, as long as it's not doing damage. For me, I think that those born into safety, protected and shielded from injury, afforded a chance to 'be a child' - they just happen to have some fortunate circumstances at some early period in life that you and I didn't have.

Safety, as we develop, is something we ourselves find a way to create in our brain, starting from before we can speak words. It's not an on/ off switch. There are elements of @.aseity that set you up for some degree of 'safety' , to withstand the severe injuries inflicted upon you and to be here on this forum, communicating with many men who don't know you personally but respect you and care about you (albeit anonymously). You've also built some sense of safety as a husband and a father, belonging in a family of your making, with people in your life who love you, who you can truly love, and for whom you can foster a sense of safety in their lives by having you.

Some of the things that strike me as strong foundation for your power in your life, from all I've read of what you've allowed me to see, is your bloody amazing and beautiful ability to express yourself in writing, and a bloody brilliant intellect that is especially remarkable, in light of the anti-intellectual forces in your early life. Your critical thinking skills and curiousness, your inclination to recognize someone who you can help and the impetus within you to jump in with offers of support - all that is awesome stuff.
You're a fucking rockstar.

*Reminder that you know this about me: I'm not 'nice'; I do not give 'compliments', or blow smoke up anyone's ass, or try to cheer people up or soothe their feelings. I'm street, my man, in a lot of ways like you. I just call it like I see it and provide evidence for what I've got to say. You don't have to 'feel better' from anything I've said about my experiences with you and the impression I have of you; you just oughta know that it's straight-up truth coming from a hardass dawg.

Stemming from brutal violence (physical and psychological) at my earliest ages, my sense of power over my life was a determination to end my life, on my terms. You could not have convinced me as a kid or adolescent that I'd be alive to see the age of 20. JMFC, for 5 decades, i somehow got too damn busy to kill myself. Or to be thrown in jail or the loony bin for the remainder of my life (which were the only other future possibilities I imagined). I have no illusions that somehow I'm not still really fucked-up; it turned out I am not so fucked-up to preclude me from living to be old and grey and along the way to bring some sense of safety to people who were vulnerable, some sense of connection to some people who were isolated, (on occasion, even being amusing enough to incite some people to laugh when they didn't know they needed to).

The only way to have 4 or 5 or more decades of perspective on the world and on yourself is to be alive for those 4 or 5+ decades to learn some crap or other every day. You are a wise old soul at age a quarter century; @.aseity, Jonathan, my Homeslice - decades from now, you're gonna have even more wisdom from those years plus another level of understanding who you are and your purpose.

In the imminent future, I sincerely hope to have the honor of continuing a level of communication with this man of great dignity. (Referring to you, there, Chico).

See ya ....
 
I spent the better half of last night crying my eyes out, and when I got around to reading these responses I cried more. Took time to settle myself and face the day, and coming back I'm crying again. It is a great privilege for me to connect here with you guys also. Sentimentally, a big hug from me to all of you.
 
BS these monsters don’t change
I firmly hold to believe in both original sin and the ability for anyone to change. It feels though if I don't hold those two things in balance the world doesn't make sense anymore. I fully understand where you're coming from and really part of who wants to agree. So call it unbridled optimism, but I believe that even if it is hard to accept for us who were hurt by said person, the idea that they could go on to not hurt other people and change even if they'll never be free of what they did is one that I hold dear. Even if they're never good or nice to me again I sincerely hope and do believe that they can be to others. Perhaps my faith comes into this, as I have now oft repeated "By the grace of God I think it's possible, but by the nature of man I think it's improbable" heh. Notice I don't think it's likely or terribly common as they have a lot a lot a lot to process, but I do think it's possible and that if we focus more on rehabilitation then punishment we might have more of that for examples.
 
@Tableau in Stasis - I tend to agree with the perspective you hold. And holding to the, “created in God’s image - with that potential,” but at the same time “the heart (of people) is deceitful in all its ways” is indeed the only way this all makes sense. Almost all people - even those who do horrible things - maintain the potential to change who they are in a positive direction.

We all (but especially trauma survivors) want to “split” when we think about people. Splitting = seeing someone as all good, or all bad. Black… or white. Holding the middle ground that people are born with the inclination to do wrong / do harm while also holding that all have potential for doing good / selfless acts and becoming better people - is messy and complicated.

Why do we do this? Why do we “split?” Well, as kids - it is developmental. We are concrete thinkers. As adults we do this because maybe we never matured into abstract thinking about people. Or, we have an emotion or two that is so powerful that it forces us to an extreme black and white view. Anger can definitely do this. And there is no blame or judgement in this. At times, in order to heal, we must split and see things from an extreme perspective.

So yeah. Guys who split all the time - must find their way to a place of seeing people thru an abstract and paradoxical lens. And others - like myself - live life seeing through a paradoxical lens because we must. A parental abuser often forces you to this place. For me, the healing process has meant pushing aside the cognitive devices I use to counter the extreme emotions like anger and rage - and seeing people (at least my abuser) through a one-sided lens in order to access the emotions I hid away. Emotions that must be found and felt - if I am ever to process them and heal.

So yes, people (even pedophiles and abusers) can change and have the innate capacity for good. At the same time, knowing this is not an excuse to suppress anger and rage at what they have done. And it is not a reason to ignore or rationalize their behavior and who they are - if they refuse to own what they have done and / or refuse to call their actions evil.
 
@Tableau in Stasis - I tend to agree with the perspective you hold. And holding to the, “created in God’s image - with that potential,” but at the same time “the heart (of people) is deceitful in all its ways” is indeed the only way this all makes sense. Almost all people - even those who do horrible things - maintain the potential to change who they are in a positive direction.

We all (but especially trauma survivors) want to “split” when we think about people. Splitting = seeing someone as all good, or all bad. Black… or white. Holding the middle ground that people are born with the inclination to do wrong / do harm while also holding that all have potential for doing good / selfless acts and becoming better people - is messy and complicated.

Why do we do this? Why do we “split?” Well, as kids - it is developmental. We are concrete thinkers. As adults we do this because maybe we never matured into abstract thinking about people. Or, we have an emotion or two that is so powerful that it forces us to an extreme black and white view. Anger can definitely do this. And there is no blame or judgement in this. At times, in order to heal, we must split and see things from an extreme perspective.

So yeah. Guys who split all the time - must find their way to a place of seeing people thru an abstract and paradoxical lens. And others - like myself - live life seeing through a paradoxical lens because we must. A parental abuser often forces you to this place. For me, the healing process has meant pushing aside the cognitive devices I use to counter the extreme emotions like anger and rage - and seeing people (at least my abuser) through a one-sided lens in order to access the emotions I hid away. Emotions that must be found and felt - if I am ever to process them and heal.

So yes, people (even pedophiles and abusers) can change and have the innate capacity for good. At the same time, knowing this is not an excuse to suppress anger and rage at what they have done. And it is not a reason to ignore or rationalize their behavior and who they are - if they refuse to own what they have done and / or refuse to call their actions evil.
This is particularly true with the development of Borderline Personality Disorder (which I have medically recognized but not formally diagnosed) bushes in fact characterized by black and white thinking splitting and much more. I suspect fairly high prevalence in the actual trauma survivors.
 
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