My abusive maternal unit told everyone that I was a difficult child.Everybody believed her.So I am judged for everything.When my legs had third degree burns people some how believed I did that to myself.I had a gash in the back of my head.I somehow did that to myself. I had lice eating my scalp.I somehow did that to my self.I smelled,I starved,I wore filthy clothes with holes.I had open wounds all over my body.Every thing is my fault.People called me a bad girl because I tried to tell about a boogeyman in our neighborhood. That is a lot of judgement towards a small child.Hmmmmm.