And this, surely, is why there is so much heat in the Savile debate. We are, at least in part, angry with ourselves. Fear, stoicism, an ability to close bad memories off; these are the things that got me and countless other women through, down the years. But our acquiescence had serious consequences – catastrophic, in fact – for the less well-defended among us. The atmosphere worked in Savile’s favour and that of others like him. And perhaps it still does. Even as I write, I’m aware that some of this column – perhaps all of it – will be met with derision and, in some quarters, with outright disbelief.