I think someone gave me candy when I was younger, someone whose face I don't remember; a blank face from my nightmares.  He gave them to me to cover up the taste of something vile, and I associate the candy with the vile act before it.”
Dr. Jane moved over to the couch to sit next to me, put her arm around my shoulder, and cooed as if she were comforting a child.  I felt like a child.  I needed someone to hear the horror of this memory and explain what this might mean.