My father never apologized for sexually abusing me. So I wrote his apology for him.

Their words often focused on the pain and repercussions they had experienced after being accused rather than thinking of the pain of their victims or admitting what they had done and how they had worked on themselves to understand their own histories and behavior.It then occurred to me that I had never heard a man make an honest, thorough, public accounting of his abuse. He was desperate to tell the truth, to make an apology so he could get free.Until I wrote this book, both my father and I were caught for nearly 60 years in an ongoing vise of pain, rage, guilt, shame. We were consigned to a particular terrible time in our history.Until I wrote this book, both my father and I were caught for nearly 60 years in an ongoing vise of pain, rage, guilt and shame.