Married to a Pedophile: “How Does a Pedophile Get Caught?”

The interest on my last blog post skyrocketed to well over ten thousand readers!  Why?  Because it’s hard to think that such evil exists, yet the truth is that right now — today — many children are living in the hellish fear and torment of sexual abuse.  I am grateful to every one that reads this blog and shares this information with others.  We must continue to be a voice for our children! 

Many of you emailed me asking, “How do pedophiles get caught?”  In today’s post, I’m going to share with you more of my journey, and fill you in on how the man I was married to for almost forty years got caught.  Please remember as you read this that pedophiles are smart.  Very, very smart.  They target their victims.  They study them.  It could take a pedophile a year or more of light fondling before going on to the next step of rape.  Remember, also, that it’s not about sex.  Not at all.

The actions of pedophiles are about manipulation and total control. 

I’m not going to give lots of gory details about John because really there aren’t many to tell prior to knowing he was a pedophile.  Even when we separated, he remained kind to the children.  As my son Jimmy often says when beginning his presentations, “I wish I could stand before you and say my dad was horrible.  I wish I could tell  you that he was an alcoholic father who beat my mother.  I wish I could tell you he had a hot temper and was doing drugs.  Then, I’d have reason to believe his actions as a pedophile.  But, I can’t say those things.  My dad was my hero.  I modeled my life after him.  He is the reason I went into ministry.”

Pedophiles are smart.  They know what they are doing.  They know how to control their victims — children and adults.

How did John get caught?  What happened?  Did he wake up one morning after preaching from the word of God and think, “Today is the day.  Today is the day I’m coming clean before man and God.  Today is the day I seek help, repent, and stop raping children”?

No.  That’s not at all what happened.  Pedophiles don’t wake up one day with a guilty conscience.  I’m convinced that people who rape children have no conscience.  They cannot possibly have a conscience or they wouldn’t be able to live with themselves after knowingly, purposefully inflicting such pain on innocent children!

This is what happened. This is how John Hinton, pedophile, got caught.

One night I was in my office working on my computer doing grief work.  I run a child loss support group, and I was finishing up some writing when an email came through.  It was late, and I had to get up early for work so I almost didn’t read the email.  Thank God that I did!

The subject line of the email said, Description of a Pedophile.”  There might be many of you reading this who will not believe what I’m about to say, but I did not know at that time what a pedophile was.  That word was one that I had never heard.  This was before the time of Jerry Sandusky.

I read the body of the email.  It was a copy and pasted description of a pedophile.  At the bottom was a brief note from I young lady I knew.  It simply said, “I need to talk to you.”

At this point I had no idea what to make of this.  I sat at my desk and read that email at least ten times.  I couldn’t figure out why this young lady emailed me with this description so I sent back an email asking when she wanted to talk.

Her response was quick.  “Now!  I need to talk to you right now!”

It was late, but this sounded urgent.  I asked if she could come to my place and she said she could.  Within minutes we were facing each other.  She looked so tiny and fragile, her breathing was anxious.

“I don’t know how to say this, but I have to say it.  John molested me.  And, I’m watching his behavior with those little girls, and I know he’s molesting them, too.  I can’t let this go on.  I had to tell you.”

She then curled up into a fetal position and began to sob uncontrollably. 

I sat in the chair stunned.  I was in shock.  My head began spinning.  I felt like I was choking.  My body stiffened and my mind was crazy trying to put these thoughts together in a way that made some kind of sense.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying.  Please talk to me.”

“He molested me!  Do you understand that?  He molested me and now he’s molesting those girls and I have to do something to stop him!”

What do you do when you’re given information like that out of the blue?  I thought I was going to pass out.  I wished at that moment I could die.  I didn’t want to face this.  Not this!  Not just what I read!  “He molested me!”  This beautiful young lady that I knew just told me that the man I lived with, the man I slept with, the man who was the father of my beautiful children, the man I married,  was a child molester.

I don’t remember much about the next few minutes except I remember hugging this young lady.  I remember pulling her close and holding her tight and saying that I would help her.

I remember falling across my bed and sobbing loud moans as I held this young lady in my arms. 

She spent the night with me — neither of us talking, neither of us sleeping.  When daylight came I said, “We have to tell the police.  I don’t know how to do this.  We’ll have to tell.”

Her eyes were swollen from crying and she looked so afraid.  What a horrible thing for her.  How sad.  My heart broke at that moment.  I really believe that something happened to me in a very literal way — something very real.  I felt it deep inside.  I’ve never felt the same since. My heart broke.   

All of the oddities — the weird behavior, the strange, obsessive pursuit to become a male nanny, the obsession with little girls, the times he was missing for days on end, the controlling behavior.  It was all beginning to make sense — all by one young lady’s statement, “He molested me.”

I didn’t know where to turn or what to do, so after she and I talked I suggested calling my son, Jimmy.  He knew this young lady, too.  I wish I could say I was some super woman full of knowledge and armed and equipped to fight this forthcoming battle, but I felt weaker than I’ve ever felt in my life.  I would rather have crawled in a hole and die than for this to be true.

I asked this young lady if she would feel okay talking to Jimmy and she said she did.  What strength!!!!!  SHE is my hero and she will forever be my hero! 

I made the phone call to Jimmy. “Jimmy, there’s some information that I found out last night that concerns your dad.  I think you need to know this.  Somebody would like to come talk to you.”

“What’s it about?  I’m really busy today.”

“Jimmy, I can’t say over the phone.  Can you please talk to this young lady?”

He agreed to see her that morning. This is a morning that will forever be etched into the heart and mind of my son as the worst, most difficult moment of his life.  His hero, his dad, was not who Jimmy thought he was.

It’s life-crushing to have this type of betrayal. 

This was the end of life as we once knew it.  What was revealed by one very courageous young lady changed the entire course of my family and saved literally hundreds of young children.

This was the beginning of the end of John’s forty-eight years of raping children.

No, he didn’t one day get a guilty conscience and turn himself in.  No, he didn’t ever seek help.  No, he didn’t stop molesting children.  Later on we learned facts that will haunt us for the rest of our days on this earth.

One young lady finding her voice.  That’s all it took to change the entire course of destruction for so many children. 

I know this is hard to read.  My heart bleeds as I write these words.  But, I am praying as I’m writing that if you are a victim of abuse you will find your voice.

How are pedophiles caught?  They’re caught by someone speaking out.  They’re caught when someone finds their voice.  They’re caught when someone says it’s time to stop this person from ever harming another child!

Will you be a voice for the children?  Will you share this message with others?  Please, let’s speak out!  Together we are a unified, strong voice! Please, for the sake of the children, let’s push aside all fear and dig deep and find our courage.  It’s there.  It’s time.  It’s time to put an end to this horrific pain caused to children!



Next week I will continue this story and tell about the next step taken in the arrest and conviction of John Hinton, pedophile, child rapist.  A man who caused immeasurable harm to countless children.  I thank God every day for the young woman who found her voice!  God bless her today and always!

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19 thoughts on “Married to a Pedophile: “How Does a Pedophile Get Caught?”

  1. Thank you, Thank you! Nobody cared when I told my parents. They just said “not my problem”and “why don’t they( the child victim ) tell? No hug, no ” I’m sorry that happened to you”, no love and support. My father was also an elder. He also brought porn into our home where his 4 children were. We also had family Bible studies. Talk about confusion! But you can bet we never talked about the porn, it was a secret!…

  2. Okay, so I just don’t understand, with the Catholic pedophilia issue that blew up in the late 80’s and really ramped up into the 90’s…how you can say that in 2010 you were unfamiliar with pedophilia?

    As someone who dated a pedophile and didn’t know it…I can absolutely understand how you didn’t realize you were married to one. And I understand the whole cycle of abuse thing…again, sadly from personal experience. But I’m just having trouble with the whole idea that someone could be unfamiliar with the subject of pedophilia in 2010.

  3. I am anxiously awaiting the rest of your story! I have 3 young children and the information you have shared here is so vital because so many remain unaware of the possibility of this happening! Thank you for sharing your story and I hope you continue!

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