“What do you write about?” he asked.
“Well,” I said. “Lately, the Weinstein stuff . . . which everyone’s talking about all the time, anyway, and so it’s a little stressful.”
The doctor wrapped the cuff around my arm. “Let me ask you a question,” he said, sharply, as the cuff started to tighten. I got a familiar, awful feeling—a dissociative and desperate shimmer. I knew from his tone exactly what he was about to do. He was going to say that of course he was in favor of real victims speaking up, but he was worried that this whole thing was going too far.Read more...