When I was 8 years old my father punched me in the face. He cracked my upper jaw, and dislocated 5 teeth on the right side of my mouth. After many hours of surgery, the teeth were replaced in their sockets, and my jaws were wired shut to stabilize the break. Everything healed up, and the wires holding my jaws closed were removed. Then, a few years later one of the replaced teeth abscessed, and the resulting infection traveled along the old crack in my jaw. I nearly died, but survived. I did, however, loose two teeth, and a good section of my upper jaw. Again i had surgery (to rebuild the lost jaw bone) and again had my jaws wired shut. The story doesn't really end there... but anything further is beside the point. I don't talk about this very often. What happened, happened, and there is nothing i, or anyone else can do to change it. However, every now and again it comes up in conversation, one way or another. Today was one of those days. I was eating dinner at my friend Willy's house, and he offered me some applesauce. I declined, and was countered with the question "why don't you like applesauce?" So, i explained the above. And also explained how, when my jaws were closed, applesauce was one of my most common meals. After the usual expressions of sympathy (which annoy me to no end), Willy asked me "So, what did you do wrong?" Of course, he meant "what did you do that your dad had to punish you?" Whatever I did, or didn't do, it didn't warrent the pain and suffering that i STILL go through because of my father. I get asked this question by many. I don't really blame the people that ask it, but when people ask me "why didn't you ever tell anyone your dad was abusive?" I have a rather handy answer for them: As most people assume it was my fault that my dad broke my jaw, why would i tell anyone about any of the other times he hit me? Small children live to not be in trouble, especially when they expect that the punishment for a small infraction will be a kick in the behind, or 10 lashes with a belt (or a whip). If a child suspects that he will be asked "what did you do wrong," he's probably not going to tell a soul about what's been happening. The moral of this story? Don't ask a beaten child what he did wrong. 99.99% of the time, his only crime was that he was born, or that he acted as any child would.