It is easy for me to prove I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth, just a broken one made of rotten wood.
It is easy for me to prove my neurological makeup is atypical.
It is easy for me to prove my parents abused me in various ways.
It is easy for me to prove my parents neglected me in various ways.
It is easy for me to prove my parents failed me in various ways.
It is easy for me to prove some of my childhood playmates and schoolmates bullied me.
It is easy for me to prove some of my employers took advantage of me...

My proof? In 1977 I set a building on fire as a personal payback for something done to me, and my goal was to let the entire world know I was sick...sick of being abused, neglected, bullied and cheated.

Not wanting to go to prison, I contacted a local mental-health facility to ask whether they would/could help me with some kind of "temporary insanity" defense in relation to what I had done. They invited me to come for an evaluation and then followed that by saying they could not help me in court but that they might be able to help me in other ways...for see, they had heard me:

I was sick, and I was still spewing hatred and resentment that were killing me while the people people who had abused, neglected, bullied, cheated and even stolen from my heart were sleeping soundly.

Understand?