I never stopped to consider the matter that perhaps she didn’t have a choice, or rather, that she did had a choice, but that what she had been told had got into her head so much that she now believed the information imparted to her.
It must seem plain to you now as you read this, but I was a little boy then, and I really had no understanding of how such a scenario might arise, nor would I have been prepared to deal with it if I had known. We talk a lot about consent nowadays, and what consent really means, and the balance of power between not only adults and the mythical idea of children, but adults of different genders, but in 1993, we had none of those conversations, nor were such ideas common; the onus was on you, however old you were, to spy a fork in the path ahead, to know that a cr
