TodayÂ’s story is tied with the mensÂ’ rights movement, so I hope that you guys are as passionate about this movement as you are about the childrenÂ’s rights movement. We as pedos are doubly screwed over in this society, since they judge us for our love of children, and they judge us for simply being men. I donÂ’t know what other countries are like, but in the U.S. and U.K., the legal system, as well as society in general, has a very strong bias against men, and the capacity of men to raise children. In the vast majority of child custody cases, the woman will be granted custody, because it is assumed that the man cannot raise or love a child. The man is the one who will abuse the child, who will take advantage of the child sexually, who will be the bad person, while the woman will be the kind loving angel of a mother to the child. This is simply not true, and we must work to overcome this bias against men in our society.

This story starts out one day at a park. It was a church picnic kind of thing. This was about the time when I was good friends with ⛓️‍💥[Removed], and as you may recall, I had just started attending her church. But I didnÂ’t know very many people here, and she wasnÂ’t here this day. So after walking around a bit, kind of bored, I just sat down on a bench next to the playground. As you all know, thereÂ’s something calm and relaxing about just sitting there, watching the innocence and beauty of kids playing. While I was sitting there, there were these boys chasing around this little girl around the playground. She was getting frustrated, and she ran up to me and asked me to make them stop chasing her. So I walked up to the boys and nicely asked them to leave her alone.

I was now the hero to this little girl, whom we will call Annie, and she hung around me the rest of the afternoon. We played, we walked around, we just sat on the swings and talked. She shared her life with me. She talked about her parents, her school, her friends. It wasnÂ’t the most normal of friendships -- here I was, in every way an adult, and she was just a week shy of turning 7. But she didnÂ’t care. I was someone who cared about her, who helped her, who took the time to actually listen to her.

Her dad eventually walked up, and I introduced myself to him. We soon became good friends. I continued to see Annie on occasion at church. She wasnÂ’t there a lot, but when she was, we hung out and talked, and played tag and used our imaginary light-sabers to reenact Star Wars. She was extraordinarily silly, but very fun. Even though we didnÂ’t see each other very often, there was definitely something between us.

After a few months, however, I realized I hadnÂ’t seen her in quite some time. I asked her dad about her, and he proceeded to tell me the most heartbreaking story IÂ’ve ever experienced. It turns out this girl was hated and abused by her mother. She never loved the girl.

Normal childhood development requires some form of intimate bonding between a child and the childÂ’s parents. However, when this bonding doesnÂ’t occur, the child can develop Reactive Attachment Disorder. The mother never wanted Annie, and she hated and abused Annie constantly. The abuse was only physical and emotional. However, she actually tried to turn the tables around and claimed that my friend, AnnieÂ’s father, was sexually abusing the girl. She would instill into Annie the thought that he was abusing her, and would tell Annie to tell this to everyone else.

Interestingly, one symptom of RAD, in addition to a lack of attachment to normal attachment figures (parents, teachers, etc), is an abnormal and indiscriminate attachment to complete strangers. IÂ’d like to think that my initial experiences with Annie were part of a very real bonding, I have to wonder if it was all part of her disorder.

Well, the case was ongoing, and over the past several years, we moved on, and I lost touch with AnnieÂ’s father. But in a strange turn of events, I ended up seeing him again this past weekend. I again asked him how Annie was doing. And once again, his response broke my heart. He had lost all custodial and visitation rights and is prohibited from seeing his daughter until she turns 18. He had documented proof that AnnieÂ’s mother was abusing her. But as we all know, men canÂ’t possibly be a good parent. Women are the paragon of perfection and canÂ’t possibly abuse children. So while in truth, my friend loved his daughter, he lost all rights to her and the pyschotic abusive mother was granted custody.

I feel immensely sorry for Annie’s father. He spent $50,000 in legal costs trying to save his daughter, but eventually he just ran out of money and was forced to give up the fight. In this day and age, justice is determined by money, and whoever has the most money wins. My friend lost his own daughter to this tragedy of justice. I also feel sorry for the girl. She was cute, fun, and smart. But she will never be “normal.” She will grow up being abused. She will grow up being told that this abuse is normal, but that it was her father that was actually abusing her. She will grow up with this little-understood disorder that will prevent her from ever developing real relationships, all because of a psychotic mother and a court system that is incredibly biased towards women and against men and children.

This is just another reason why I am a supporter of the mensÂ’ rights movement, in addition to childrenÂ’s right. Bias and preconceptions in society and the courts need to go. I wasnÂ’t ever super close to Annie, but she is another girl that I will always remember. I only hope that when she turns 18, she will be able to see the truth.