DORAN LAID FLAT in a dark padded reclusive room after his recent surgery — he was restrained in a straitjacket and was in adult diapers. Tears flowed as the scar-faced youth remembered his dark childhood past in the house basement...

His mother was caning him when he was little. She had tied the boy's hands behind his back, stepping on his scrawny chest with a foot and hollering...

"Now speak in tongues, you unclean spirit. Speak in the language of the true Angels of God!"

"I cannot, Mother, I don't know how!"

"Speak!"

She caned the boy's face until he bled — the scrawny Intersexual offspring wailed out in agony as his religious mother disfigured him further.