I must be the luckiest BL in the world,
I was born to a very religious line and at the age of 13 I knew I had a difficult life ahead of me as a BL.
I was popular at my boarding schools but was unteachable due to my memory that still plays tricks on me!
I avoided young boys until the age of 20 when I finely fell hopelessly in love followed by a breakdown in 1958. I then saw many psychiatrists that were scornful of my orientation but 4 or 5 years later I was lucky enough to find an elderly psychiatrist who helped me until he died about ten years later. (There were no BL forums in those years which could have sufficed instead of a psychiatrist)
I have lived on my own for most of my life and enjoyed the friendship of many local children. About 30 years ago a 13yr old boy moved in with me having run away from his abusive stepfather. He stayed until he left school and we then lost contact. About 24 years later he reappeared to entrust me with his 11 year old difficult stepson whom he disliked. We bonded immediately and it was not difficult to distract him from his London street gang. He is now a happy independent boy aged 17and visits me several times a week.
To continue with my luck: the house next door has just become a children’s home for 20 wayward boys and it is so nice to see them being properly cared for, instead of punished for their misdemeanors.
I am now 74, and at last I can speak freely to all my friends and relations about my ‘boy love’ and my extraordinary lucky life, though I have learnt not to talk about my pedophilic attraction.
I regularly visit CBF and enjoy the fellowship and the Devotionals but wish I had a better memory to remember them.
God bless to you all.