In my own case, the course was extremely well-run, mostly by people who I got quite fond of. In retrospect I can see how that made me much more easily manipulated into the programme's agenda. Criticism was encouraged, and I was happy to oblige, but it made me drop my guard and somewhere along the line I decided subconsciously that they had right on their side and that I needed to rethink the way I viewed children.
When I did the psychological testing at the end of the course I came out 'normal' whereas in the test prior to the course I hadn't.
I remember one day in the supermarket realising that, whereas before, if I had spotted that stunning boy by the fish counter I would have simply thought wow and admired, now I wasn't able to do that without self-approbation.
You know that deep growling bass that they put into the music in films quite soon before something horrible is going to happen? Quite often, if I see a group of children it is just as though I can hear that deep growling note in my own mind; my own being: a dark shadow across a happy scene; a blot of shame robbing a sunny landscape of its innocence.