Something about lacking the morals of her peers, lacking their foresight, the ability to determine that one action (however beneficial to herself) was  wrong,  whereas another (however detrimental to herself) was  right.  The local library helped elucidate her to the name for her condition, or at least what she believed to be its name. It was a label that her doctors and parents had always steadfastly refused to give her, as though it was better she not understand herself.