Writer says he grew up with unlimited access to smut. He wonders if it's totally screwed me up.
From the piece:
When I was 13, we moved to a new house with a lock on the computer room door. I was still cautious, but a few times I had my pants down when I heard the clicking of someone jiggling the locked doorknob.
Were you watching pornography?
No.
We checked the history, and there were porn sites on it.
Must be a virus.
It’s an impasse that many parents and children have known. It’s not just that it’s embarrassing, it’s paralyzing — no one knows how or exactly why to move forward. What, you want me to admit that I was watching porn? What does that do? Am I supposed to be ashamed of this? Do you expect me to stop? Everyone I know is doing this!
