" One morning after Dad finishes his workout, he pulls a fold-out bunk from the wall and lies down, still unclothed. I sit on the floor beside him. I watch his erection. He slaps his tummy with it. He laughs as if he is surprised. " Touch it," he says, holding his penis up, offering it to me. I reached over, hold it with my fingers, and let it go, making a thwack...
...I have seen his penis before when it is hard. He'd tried to put it into my bottom. He is going to do it again, isn't he?
"I don't want to be here," I say. "Unlock the door. Please, Daddy."
The bunker sits around me, heavy and grotesque. I disappear."
(de Milly, http://www.walterdemilly.com/chapter.htm)
Who would want to remember this sort of thing? Certainly not the poor child who is recalling it, so why would he? He didn't, for a long time, because of the pain this memory causes, so he did something that many people do with painful memories. He repressed it. Why do people repress memory, a...