I wrote a post in June about shame. About its longevity. The origin of my shame was a football coach at the boarding school I attended sixty years ago who abused me. I wrote about that and published what I wrote in River Teeth, a literary journal, in the spring of 2021. I sent the published account to Cranbrook, in Michigan, the school in question.
Thank you Richard for your story. Sad. You deserve an answer after such a long time.