I was only OK with myself for a further two years.
Back in the 60’s I knew nothing of pedophilia and after finding that I was even more attracted to boys I finely broke down in front of my parents and after a lot of uncontrollable tears I blurted out that I was ‘unnaturally’ fond of boys.
I was then hustled off to a mental home where the doctor pronounced that my prognosis was poor! He suggested that I see a psychiatrist --- that led to many other psychiatrists until I met a wise old man who sympathized with my orientation and I became OK with myself again. He never suggested that I should ever be without boys thank God.
The 1st boy that persuaded me to stay: was the son of an unemployed plumber. I have kept in touch with his family and he is now a doctor.