@Trulyme sorry pal, I've read the thread but not the article. I accidentally clicked on this thread in trending or I'd have avoided it due to the TW. (Touch of pnd so I'm a bit delicate atm!)
I've worked as a carer with men who were child sex offenders, being a very low paid job requiring no skill they were simply known to the staff as noncey Jim or something as catchy.
I did a night shift with a man lots of the staff hated due to him being found guilty of child rape in his younger days. He died that shift and I sat with him. He wanted to talk about it. So we talked. Basically he was a man with learning disabilities and he started a romantic relationship with someone who seemed to get him after being the village idiot (in the 60s this was) Anyway, the relationship he'd found himself in was with a girl of 11. Her father almost killed him.
It always felt so odd to me, caring for this man. I knew what he'd done and I was also a csa victim, but I really don't think that it was something he did out of a predilection for children, he was just a very intellectually challenged man. It really tore me up inside how much I liked him. I'm glad he died with me, holding his hand. We discussed his fear of hell for what he had done. He was aware.
I did all I could to stop his fears and even stayed a few hours after my shift ended as he wasn't liked by anyone else really. I didn't want to leave him to die alone and scared. He died with as much peace and comfort I could give him. It was terribly sad and always felt conflicting to soothe the fear of hell to a man who raped a wee girl. But I did it. I always felt like I'd betrayed that child if I'm honest. But maybe not showing this man kindness in his last hours and just doing the bare bones of my Job knowing he was so frightened could have haunted me more? I'm not sure.
I'm not saying I'd have ever sat there taunting a dying person about impending hell (not usually, anyway) but I really did feel the weight of his worries that night.
I don't really know why I've shared this, but the fact is, even if we hate what people have done, even if we hate them I guess, sometimes I suppose when someone who's done something so grotesque is at their most vulnerable and frightened, not giving them any empathy or comfort just seems completely devoid of humanity.
Working with people who've committed atrocities towards children, women and animals really does mess with one's peace, I found.