Thank you all for posting and sharing.

In a way I am happy that he's dead so he can't hurt any more children

However

I do feel I am robbed of confronting him. Perhaps I can go spit on his grave.

I don't want to be a bitter person but I have some obvious anger towards him and I want to express it in a meaningful poignant way. Not sure what that means for me right now.

Feeling sadness but there are no tears. I wish I could let go and cry.

I tried imagining what it would be like when I found him. I imagined I would call T shouting from my lungs "I found him!" I did call my T1 and told her in a message that "I found him, I found his name, thank you for everything thank you for your help"

I called my mom and told her and I had drinks with a few friends last night and told them (they didn't know my story or that I was looking for someone).

I emailed a friend who knew my 'story' and is happy I found him but understands how the fact that he died could be upsetting.

Processing all this.

I want to tell everyone I know but not sure how to do that yet. Once I let the words out I can't take them back. What better place than PC right?

Hope I can get an appointment with any previous T next week to discuss this. This is such a huge moment for me right now.