If some guy shoved a telephone pole up my ass when I was a kid I'd remember it just fine. I don't think I'd forget it and years later start wondering why my asshole's the size of New York City. And then it would slowely dawn on me "Oh yeah. Well hey some gross old bastard buttfucked me widdle arsehole. It hurt like holy fucking hell". He ponders awhile,thinks "Gosh. I think I've got a compulsion. It's beyond my control. I simply must go find a little boy somewhere and rape his asshole till he bleeds & screams. Yes,that's what I must do. It makes perfectly logical sense".