My name is not Jackson Asher, but that's what you can call me.

Even now, months after this incident happened, I don't feel safe sharing my real identity online.

And after I'm done explaining what happened to me into my family, I hope you will feel the same.

View what I am about to share with you as a warning and a lesson.

Don't make my mistakes, or others will face consequences far worse.

This all started because of a little league game.

My youngest, Landon, has a game every Thursday, and for the longest time, I'd been putting off being present.

When I did go, I decided to be the best dad I could be and snap pictures of every hidden run that he had.

After the game, I shared Landon's game pictures across Instagram and Facebook.

I used as many hashtags as I could.

I guess I was overcompensating for the fact that I didn't spend much time with him or his older brother.

My work hours had increased, and my recent divorce didn't help that fact.

Anyways, I shared his photos across social media accounts, showing off how proud I was.

The next day I started noticing, I was getting a lot of friend requests from people that were either from his school, or friends of friends, and I just accepted them all.

I figured there wouldn't be any harm.

But that night, I received a message that changed everything.

It almost came an hour after my son's Tim and Landon fell asleep.

I was in my room doing some work stuff, when the message appeared on my lower computer screen.

The caption read, cute kid, and it came from a dummy account.

Curiously, I clicked on it and read the rest of the message.

My heart beating a little faster as I went down the line of text.

I was browsing through my usual hunting grounds when I came across your pictures.

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