I Am Against Bullying

I have been bullied all of my life. It was difficult to have friends since my adoptive mother had paranoid schedziphenia. (How ever you spell it) So I'm considered to be the son of some Phsyco woman. In 2006, a drunk mistakenly thought I was someone he had a grudge against. He first tried to choke me, then hit me over the head with a 2X4. At least the 2X4 was somewhat rotted. I was knocked out and put in a trash dumpster. I came to and went to the police station, unaware that I was bleeding from my head. They arrested the guy that beat me. I am still judged by this as why was a 2X4 busted over my head. What kind of trouble maker am I? Why don't we want to get to know what people are really like?