This whole situation is disturbing as fuck. Like some sort of modern Lovecraftian horror, or a classic deal-with-the-devil. Imagine you had a kid who was happily socializing with his friends online playing a game he liked, and one day your kid says he’s making some serious money off of it. It sounds like a dream come true in the internet age — until you start realizing that most of that money is coming from anonymous, severely porn-addicted pedophiles manipulating your child, dressing him, and slowly taking control of more and more of his life. Eventually they break his fucking mind and change how he sees and defines himself, and officially he starts down a path of lifelong drugs and medical procedures that you know are expensive, painful, dangerous, and ultimately pointless. There’s nothing you can do because your son THINKS he’s happy because he’s receiving the most (shallow, superficial) support he’s ever received in his life up to now, but all that support will slowly fall away as the drugs and superficial medical procedures slowly begin to make him miserable and in pain. Then finally at the end of the road when all of the procedures are done, and he’s left ultimately unsatisfied and with a laundry list of health complications, he has too likely of a chance to end his own life. And if you ever spoke up about your discomfort at any point of this process, you might not even know your son was dead right away because he was groomed into cutting you off when you first hinted at dissenting.
