I was asked recently to discuss if, and how, I was "groomed" by the priest that abused me?
Well of course there was grooming!
But grooming is not always what people imagine. There was no lost "puppy" to go and look for, no sweeties, or being made to feel like a "special friend".
In fact the dirty, fat, greedy, sweaty, drunken little inadequate rapist with the dog collar didn't really have to do very much at all, it was all pretty much done for him.
It is that church which has been grooming children for centuries. I must have been like "manna from heaven " for him, I was a sitting duck!