When revelations came to light that Dr. Reginald Archibald, a well-respected pediatric endocrinologist at the Rockefeller University Hospital, had spent decades sexually abusing young boys under the guise of medical “treatment,” I was flooded with memories that I thought were tightly sealed away in a mental box from 60 years ago.

When the hospital’s own attorneys released a report recently confirming that Rockefeller University officials knew about the abuse but allowed it to continue, I got angry. I remembered being taken to a hospital by my mother and being led into an examination room by this white-haired doctor. I remembered being alone with Dr. Archibald and being told to take off all my clothes. I remembered being placed against a wall naked with my hands extended out towards him. And then I remember the picture-taking. Pictures of my naked 13-year-old body, followed by measurements of my penis. Then it all went blank.