Constantly writing down what they wanted to see as if we were rats in an experimental cage. I was condemned for playing with the children, cuddling the children, lovingly caressing their heads in encouragement, indeed, every loving supportive action now done by a loving father was now taken as “grooming” ready for my sexual conquest of them.
All physical contact with the children was banned, apart from a greeting hug and a hug goodbye. I may have well parted them by shaking their hand.
