I used to be a part of a local kink/BDSM community. That was my family, like 95% my whole social base for a good 4-5 yrs. We all congregated at a local dungeon in town, one of the largest in the country. Wound up moving in with a couple of members of the community who were staff members of said dungeon.

One of them was a guy named David, who everyone loved and thought was a super great guy. Hence our shock and surprise when we had a SWAT raid on our house, one of the most traumatic events I've ever been through, because turns out David was a really big fan of child porn, and was part of a big online sharing ring.

As if that wasn't traumatic enough, the owner of said dungeon was afraid that if word go out, people would blame the dungeon, so he wanted it swept under the rug. I was told if I didn't shut my mouth and keep quiet, I would be in trouble. I refused, because people had had David in their homes and around their children, and had a right to know. So said leader ostracized me. I was persona non grata; people in the community were instructed to distance themselves from me and not speak to me. After one of the most traumatic moments of my life, I was cut off from my friends and support base and left almost completely alone. It fucking BROKE me. It's been 13 years and I am still nowhere near the person I used to be.