I have the same hope as Chris's last paragraph and I think I have some idea of what it was like to be the son of a father who was possibly a pedophile.
To start with a pedophile father could not tell his son that he was a pedophile, neither could he show the full physical affection that he would probably have loved to have given.
I was a very hot attractive young boy and was very aware of my beauty but very puzzled why my father was not able to interact with me as he did with other boys from our church.
He took underprivileged children camping before he married which I also did at the age of 18 without knowing that he had done the same.
I was never hugged or kissed as a boy and was given a very sparse room in a large luxurious house where I imagined that I was an experiment.
By the age of 13 I knew that I was a pedophile, though I controlled my desires and was terrified of any adult that smiled at me or showed any interest in me. Hence I have never passed an exam in my life!
I finally broke down at the age of 21 and told my father that I was unnaturally fond of young boys. He had no alternative than to send me to a psychiatrist which eventually did help me.
If he was a pedophile, I am fully sympathetic with his difficulty and can understand why he was only able to show affection to me from a distance. Bless him, we all have our difficulties.
I just wish, as a boy, that I had met someone like myself to mentor me as I have done to so many boys during 52 years. But perhaps I could not have done so if I had received physical affection when I was a boy.