the father posted a (really, really) creepy poem on his Instagram which is probably why CPS visited
""What Purity Cost Me as a Father [a poem]
I followed the rules. I played it safe. You came into the world and I changed your diaper but I did it quickly and never took a second look. I didn't want to hurt you.
You learned to walk and then you climbed. You sat on my lap but it got confusing. The feelings grew. Some were off limits. Some could lead to other feelings. Some could lead to touching or other curiosities. I saved that touch for your mother and instead grew cold to you. Eventually you stopped sitting on my lap. There was no warmth there. The parts of your body that were dangerous grew in size and number. Now, touching you was a minefield. I held back. It was for your own good. I was protecting you -- saving you for your husband. The swimsuits I banned, the privacy I enforced was all to keep you safe from the badness in me and all the other men in the world. I didn't trust any of them.
You asked for touch but I took the higher ground...knowing that someday you would thank me....but you never did. Instead you withdrew. You started to hate your body. You blamed your parts for coming between us. Instead of coming to me with your questions you went to the internet. Instead of touch and hugs you chose solitude and isolation. I longed to hug you, to hold hands, to cuddle but it was too late.
I changed. I no longer trusted the rules. They had hurt you. They hurt me. But the patterns were too deep, the awkwardness too strong. I protected you by destroying parts of you... by destroying parts of me. You're afraid of touch and I don't know if your husband is coming. You wanted a dad but you got a priest.
I'm sorry. I'm here now. Is it too late?"