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I want to share these life-saving resources for adults who are concerned about their sexual thoughts towards children. These resources are created by the nonprofit Stop It Now! which is dedicated to preventing child sexual abuse.

In the first link, you will find a ton of self-help modules. In the second link, you will find a lot of advice and information, especially about creating a safety plan.

Self-help modules

Advice, safety planning, and FAQs

There's no words for how helpful and understanding this nonprofit is -- it's one of the first places I ever went to when I was needing help with my paraphilic disorder. They have a confidential helpline if you need to talk to someone. Please reach out to them if you're struggling or concerned!

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reblog to tell a 14 year old that these are the very, very hard years and they're not wrong to feel the way they do.

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It's on my 'to read' list adjsfksajshnkkd

I had the pleasure to commission the wonderful @re-unknown to make this gorgeous piece for my fic "Nothing is But What is Not" I absolutely love it. I can't stop looking at it with heart eyes (very much like Alastor looks at Lucifer here, ha!) because it's perfect.

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we should make fun of americans more. why dont their shops include tax in the price tag. like how much does this item cost? its a surprise :)

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Mood af, I wasn't made for this english literature paper 💀

I don’t want to take a chem exam I want to sunbathe and eat fruit and swim and get laid is that so much to ask for??? I hate humans for seeing all that nature could be and then deciding that academia determines your life >:/

Here’s a bunch of pictures of my types looking comfy because I’m jealous

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'Trans identified male'??? What the hell are terfs even doing these days istg

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I want to confess something. I used to be one of those people who said stuff like “all MAPs should die.” I was angry and hurting as a survivor. But it wasn't okay. I regret it.

Having an attraction does not mean someone will act on that attraction. It doesn't mean they even have urges to do so. Not everyone who sexually abuses children has an attraction to them, either. In fact, the majority don't. It happens, but abuse hinges more on power than it does on sexual interest.

Yet, most people hear the term "MAP" and immediately think of offenders. They think that people who haven't offended will inevitably try to. I used to think that, too.

But it's wrong.

This is the kind of stigma that makes it harder for people with paraphilias to seek help when they need it. It quite literally interferes with abuse prevention. There are people out there who acknowledge that their attractions can never be acted on, who have not and would never dream of harming anyone, who literally cannot help the feelings they have. And it's normalized to tell them they are a lost cause...that there's no hope for them...that they're going to abuse someone sooner or later...that they might as well just die. That's a terrible sentiment. And, unfortunately, for some people who already plan to abuse someone, that's just the push they need to offend.

No one deserves to have death wished upon them. Period. I wish it didn't take me developing a paraphilic disorder myself in order to see how horrible my past behavior was. I really hope that others can learn from my mistake. We should advocate against abuse without stigmatizing non-abusers.

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Hey i am begging you to reword your newest post bc i totally get that having intrusive thoughts doesn't make you a pedophile but the way you phrased it makes it sound like you're glorifying pedos and i don't think you're trying to do that

my guy. i am not glorifying anyone. the post is about humanizing minor attracted people. they are literally just people. like you and me and your friends and your family and any stranger you meet. like any other neurodivergent person. they are judged unjustly.

i will not apologize for that or re-word the post. i said exactly what i meant to say, and the fact you think humanizing a group of people who have done nothing but think and feel things they cannot control, things that say nothing about their values or actions, is incredibly sad. minor attracted people are not monsters, or inherently abusers. no paraphile is. come back to me when you learn to separate attraction from action and morality.

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You Are Not Alone! 🗺️

MapResources.Info for support with therapy and more

Stickers available to print/ship

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hi! i am a paraphile. we need to talk about paraphilias.

the big three are the ones most people know. aka, pedophilia, zoophilia, and necrophilia.

some people (if not most) do not want to be attracted to this. it is a result of trauma and a survival mechanism made up by the human mind.

not every paraphile wants to act on their impulses. most dont. but because these disorders are so stigmatized, they often cannot get the help they need or want to get better at managing it.

i do not believe animals, children, or anything dead can consent. this is upheld by the law and the moral code of human nature-- protect kids and animals, respect the dead, dont harm them.

some people act these out via kink. which is okay as long as it is done safely and consentually.

there are certain paraphilias that are completely harmless. some people are attracted to rain, some are attracted to plushies.

i myself am an autoassasinophile. i find being close to death or injured very very attractive. i deal with this via my partners. they both help me out, with consent and safety measures in place. i am allowed to stop anytime i want, and so are they.

paraphiles arent evil. they are people too, and deserve to be treated as such. the more we encourage the destigmatization, the more people can get help and manage these impulses better. its not normal for these thoughts to be ocurring, but they can be managed.

be nice. you dont know what happened or what is happening to someone.

[this post is okay to reblog. thank you ^^]

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I deadass clicked on the vid wondering what the fuck the 'bad music' could be and iT WAS THAT BAD WTFFFFFF

WHERE is the video with the guy with the laptop dancing to really bad music please i need this

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I w i s h I w e r e d e a d

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Jfc just reading your header is proof enough to me that we're cooked as a society. It's like a competition to see who can cram as many ridiculous buzzwords and show they're super ultra unique. This is why we need to bring bullying to the forefront of youths society.

I'm sorry? It is info abt us. If you have a fucking problem, fucking well block us. It is 10 pm, I just got home after having a shitload too much to eat, I'm tired and horny and a bit more tired. They aren't ridiculous buzzwords, they're community terms and or medical terms ya stupid mother. People being unnecessarily negative towards people they don't like even tho they don't know them is the reason society is fucked, not a blog desc with info so that people have a better idea of who tf they're talking to.

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I didn't want to cry today but here we are

Because it is the anniversary of his death, I wanted to share a small story about my grandfather.

Before I knew that I was intersex, I identified as a trans man. And I went the way any trans man has to go if he wants to transition in my country. My parents thankfully were supportive but I was afraid to tell my grandparents. My grandparents were German and lived/were raised during the third reich. While both of them never said or acted in a way that suggested that they had fascist views (my grandfather was until he died part of a leftwing political party), but there still was this fear in me. "They are old, they grew up surrounded by abhorrent beliefs...". And then there was my aunt. Who would constantly claim that my grandfather was homophobic.

The problem was, back then, there were no openly out gay people in our area, so I never got the chance to see my grandfather interact with someone who was queer. So I just believed her. Because she was so insistent on it. And because it confirmed my fears and my brain loves to be constantly afraid.

But I knew I wanted to come out. I had to, eventually, because I had stopped my estrogen treatment (back then, I did not know that I got that because I was intersex) and went on testosterone instead and first physical changes began to show. We all lived in one big house, so my grandparents would eventually notice.

I was so afraid that my father at some point offered to talk to his parents. I waited outside in the hallway that led to their kitchen and listened.

My father explained, easy to understand, that I was going to transition from female to male because I felt terrible in my body. My grandfather asked, "Is that why the child* is so depressed all this time?" I had been in and out of multiple clinics for manic depression at that point. My father gave a yes. And my grandmother made the incredibly selfish comment, "Can't that wait until I am dead?"

Before I even got time to be upset, my grandfather slammed his fist down on the table. I had never seen or heard him do anything like that before. He was a very calm and collected man who preferred to leave the room before he got too angry. "No, it can't wait. The child gets to get well now. And if that is what is going to help, then it needs to be done."

From that day on, he never used my deadname again or used the wrong pronouns for me. Sometimes, he would stop in a sentence to think and remind himself, but he did always address me correctly.

He celebrated with me when my name was legally changed. He built the bed frame for me and my boyfriend's bed when we moved in together, just like he had built the first adult sized bedframe for me when I outgrew my small bed. He drove my boyfriend to his chemo sessions because my grandfather also had cancer and knew how terrifying it was to go alone.

Did he fully understand what it means to be intersex? To transition? No. But he understood that one of his loved ones was suffering and that he could help to alleviate that pain. And so he did.

He taught me calligraphy. He taught me how to sew. He taught me bookbinding. He gave me many gifts.

But the biggest gift he gave me was, that when someone hated me for what I am, I could stomach it. Because this man was willing to unlearn the bigotry he had been taught for decades so he could love me for who I am.

*in my grandpa's dialect it was normal to refer to children as just 'the child' (genderless)

EDIT

I was blown away by how many people have reblogged this post. I believe my grandfather would be very happy to see that he can give some hope and love to others even now.

I do not want him to stay faceless; so here is a piece of art I made for his obituary, with a slightly altered quote added now.

Dahlias were his favorite flowers. Orange ones especially. They reminded him of the home he had to flee from as a child.

EDIT 28/03/25

Happy birthday.

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Glorious

may we get three twirly spinny foxes please ? 🥺

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Shoutout to sleepy selfshippers. Reblog if you’re a selfshipper and also tired as fuck.

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