I started to stand up. I wanted to yell something, anything, in objection to the bullshit the attorney was spewing. Aunt Lydia’s arm caught me in the waist and forced me back down onto bench. We briefly exchanged glances and the look she gave me told me I had come perilously close to getting into serious trouble. I had no choice but sit uneasily and listen to what my mother’s attorney had to say.
“The girl is clearly suffering from serious mental issues. Besides attempting to take her mother’s life, she has several indicators of anti-social behavior. For one she lacks the mental capacity to properly use the toilet and has always had the need to wear diapers.”