When I was a child... I was watching a snowstorm, and hopefully asked, 'Momma, do we believe in winter?'
I am the Raskolnikov of jerking off – the sticky evidence is everywhere!
A Jewish man with his parents alive is half the time a helpless infant!
How Far back must we go to discover the beginning of trouble?
It isn't that you subordinate your ideas to the force of the facts in autobiography but that you construct a sequence of stories to bind up the facts with a persuasive hypothesis that unravels your history's meaning.
You don't want to repeat yourself for one. You don't want to fall into the clichés for another. And you don't want to be licentious really. You want to be descriptive, if you can be. And you're not setting out to arouse anybody.