For almost 20 years, I spent virtually every night of my life in the 
same manner: Sitting in front of my computer and either trawling the 
Internet for child pornography or looking at the pictures and videos 
that were already a part of my collection. No matter how many images I 
found and regardless of how sleep deprived I felt, nothing would stop me
 from continuing this perverse pursuit. It was my own carelessness that 
finally got me arrested, when I used my credit card to order some films 
that had images of naked boys, although none of these movies were of a 
sexual nature. One police officer later told me he thought I had gotten 
caught on purpose, because, subliminally, it was the only way I would 
stop. He was right about the latter, but not the former. No one who is a
 pedophile wants to get caught and have their horrifying secret revealed
 to the world.
In fact, there were some nights—but not too many—when I would dare to 
sit in my chair after my computer was turned off and imagine how it 
would feel to get arrested. Would I fall to the ground in the fetal 
position, would I throw up, burst into tears or perhaps even have a 
heart attack? When that day finally came for me, I did none of those. 
After the lead detective read me my rights and asked several questions 
regarding my computer, a strange calm washed over me. I knew my job as a
 local newspaper editor and my hobby coaching baseball had both come to 
an end. Yet the overriding thoughts in my head were not of my past, but 
more of my future. I knew that I was in a unique position to help others
 understand the bewildering life of a pedophile. I had never asked to be
 cursed with this sexual attraction, and I had never hurt a child. In 
fact, I was always a good role model as a coach, and an upstanding 
citizen throughout my days. It was the nights that were a problem.
Over the months that followed my arrest, my journalistic instincts took 
over. I wanted to know how a lifetime of lusting after young children 
could seem so normal to me on an emotional level, even though I knew 
rationally that it was a completely deviant lifestyle. I would spend my 
days longing to get back onto my computer, the way a gourmand 
anticipates a scrumptious feast. Yet when the computer was turned off, I
 despised myself for being so aroused while looking at pictures of young
 children whose lives had been destroyed thanks to their unwilling 
participation.[...]
The most important thing I've discovered in the 15 months since my 
arrest isn't the why, but rather what can be done to change the 
preconceptions and misconceptions that society has when it comes to 
pedophiles. Most people hear that word and think of the Jerry Sanduskys 
and abusive Catholic priests of the world. Fewer people think about the 
millions who grapple with sexual feelings on which they can never act. 
When someone hears the word “pedophile”, they immediately think of a 
child molester. Yet the majority of pedophiles do not molest, but 
instead spend hours looking at child pornography. And as those numbers 
grow, so does the number of child victims.
I am not advocating the cross-generational lifestyle. In fact, there is 
never an instance when an adult should engage in sexual behavior with a 
child. But until we as a society learn that help for those who view 
child pornography is a far better alternative to incarceration, we are 
doomed to see the continued proliferation of this problem. Scientists 
don’t know for certain if there is a correlation between viewing child 
pornography and offending against children. Wouldn't it be nice to get 
pedophiles help before we find out for certain? [...]
How many millions of pedophiles throughout the world aren't as lucky as 
I? How many will never seek help, too scared of the legal and social 
consequences? How many will continue to create the demand that fuels a 
malicious child pornography market? Is locking them away for a while the
 answer? Will the day ever come when we, as a society, reach out and 
offer them the help they so desperately need? 
 
 








