I would like to respond to your story about 'pedophilia'. Such a relationship between a child and an adult does not come about overnight. 

When I was a child, I always had to go to a friend of my mother's after school, because my mother had to work for us, for me and my little brothers. I didn't get any love from my grandma's or aunts. My mother's friend didn't receive any love from her husband either. 

I was ten when I noticed the woman radiated love. When she noticed that I didn't object to her embraces, she sometimes went further than that. She would touch me from behind and caress my breasts. I enjoyed it. I did blush and shine, but not because I was angry. Sometimes I went looking for her. This went on for two years.