It made sense later-the early fear and avoidance of sex-the whole not being
able to urinate in public washrooms if someone stands next to me thing, but
for a long time, it was buried beneath an otherwise happy childhood.
Diddle Diddle Dumplin
one shoe on
I recall standing next to the urinal. The director was on the right. I
remember him asking me to hold out my hand. I recall crying and flashes of
light. Being told that if I said anything about this to anyone, I’d never
see my mother again.
I think I was only “tapped” a few times.
My mom was the world. v