Only then did I begin to realize that there were some areas of my son's mind— such as a feeling of a lack of control over many things in my life—which I had held within myself for years. Certainly, Jeff had multiplied his tendencies and sexual perversions exponentially well beyond my understanding and of course far beyond my capacity to even entertain. Nonetheless, I could see their distant origins in myself, and slowly, over time, I began to see him truly as my son in far deeper ways than I had previously imagined.
