A decade ago, a 10-year-old boy disappeared from his Brentwood, Maryland, neighborhood.Within weeks, the investigation would uncover two pedophiles and a larger ring of online child pornographers.I met all sorts of people, from all over the world, older and younger, and each seemingly as desperate for a true connection as I. Should I be blaming my mother, or my – mostly absent – father for feeling that something was eternally missing? I was born to a woman that didn't much want children, and who fell foul to postnatal depression a good couple of decades before the term was even coined.And for a while at least, it all felt harmless and innocent, and fun. My father leaving didn't help, and for the first six months of my life I was placed with a notional "auntie", a family friend who became my surrogate mother throughout my childhood.That, in turn, led investigators to a larger ring of computer pedophiles.
RAINN carefully vets, trains, and monitors the performance of all staff members.A late arrival into the world of social media, I nevertheless embraced it as a kind of escape.While my husband spent most evenings catching up on the horse racing he'd recorded over the weekend, I began perusing chatrooms – not in pursuit of cybersex necessarily, but initially more for harmless flirtation, a little virtual attention.Its goals: to break up networks of online pedophiles, to stop sexual predators from using the Internet to lure children from their families, and to rescue victims.Today, 28 of the FBI’s 56 field offices have undercover Innocent Images operations. Some pose as teenagers or pre-teens in chat rooms to identify “travelers” who seek to meet and abuse children.