Even when I grew older and watched films where girls would remove their articles of clothing watched by an aroused older man I would feel nothing. I knew that I felt damaged, bereft, and lonely even as a child so I found comfort in books. You can be the perfect child but can your mother perfectly love you in a flawed world, in her flawed world. I say nothing. My mother is driving too fast. For example you say they had you're clothes and body taken for evidence ? The nervous breakdown, bipolar, mental illness, crazy, insane, lunacy is not written on the body unless you tattoo it on your arm with a razor blade or cutting. My father would cry a lot and I would put my arm around his shoulder, barely reach it though and ask him, 'Do you want to talk talks about it it? Sometimes young men and girls want to have sex and go on without any continuous restrictions, and this is friends in one night.