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I started working as a treatment facilitator for sex offenders at an inpatient mental health institution shortly after I finished college. My initial job duties included interviewing the likes of goat fuckers, urinal lickers, and fecal masturbators for the purposes of gathering sexual history information from the patients who were housed at the facility. The biographies that I acquired through my interrogation sessions were used to assign the appropriate clinical interventions for the chomosexuals who were court ordered to undergo treatment at the institution. Interacting with this population of pariahs provided me the opportunity to encounter some of the most perverse persons ever to be squeezed out of a festering vagina.

Becoming intimately acquainted with perverted losers is not a very rewarding career, especially when most chesters see nothing wrong with their aberrant deeds, enjoy engaging in their paraphilias, and never cease the sick behaviors that got them locked up in the first place. The vast majority of society feels no need to accommodate molesters in any capacity and most people would prefer that such wastes of skin would be better off exterminated and dumped into a landfill somewhere. Those who can tolerate working with such creepers and freaks usually burn out quickly and seek other jobs in a less intrusive environment. It is a rare occurrence for an inpatient treatment facility, such as the one where I was employed, to have staff members who are enduring enough to work effectively with these twisted bastards and who remain dedicated to their jobs long enough to make a difference. A select few of my coworkers were of this sort and I forged friendships with these elite individuals. For awhile, we felt as though we were doing something good for society by keeping predators out of the surrounding community through providing impactful treatment interventions to rectify their behavior. And perhaps we did offer some corrective support for a short period of time. But such an objective requires competent corporate leadership and efficacious management. We had neither.

Included in the pages that follow are transcripts of interviews that I conducted with real patients whose identity has been concealed for the purposes of their confidentiality. To parallel these transcripts, I have integrated anecdotal accounts of my personal endeavors with colleagues and managerial staff both inside and away from the office. You will find that some of the content included here is utterly disgusting and may seem too grotesque or bizarre to be true. But therein lies the frightening reality behind the work. I can assure you that I did not fabricate or embellish any of the content that proceeds forth. I oftentimes wish that I did. Because that would mean that there are no real people like those that I present here who are out walking the streets of your neighborhood, teaching your kids at school, bagging your food at the grocery store, or staring at you while you walk through the mall. Sex offenders of this caliber exist. And they are in plentiful numbers. Here is a sample of their stories and of some treatment providers who tried to redirect them.