I feel like everyone hates me and disapproves of my outspoken voice on being abused. I am sick of being judged by everyone like I am on trial with them as the jury or something like having to prove myself like I am with some adversarial or inquisical court. I can not prove everything. I just can’t. but my gut feeling tells me things happened and one day I might find out the truth about the early years. I aim to be honest. nothing more then trying to pour out the memories and rubble in my brain. I am not an outspoken person most of the time about much really.