I was a forced adoption (1962), my adoptive mum was a witch, locked me up in a bathroom for a year. My grandma told social services, they removed me (aged 3-ish) and placed me (fostered) with my adoptive mother's brother and his wife. My foster mother was worse, far worse, right up until i was aged 15, then I was bigger than her, so the physical abuse stopped, but not the mental cruelty.
The father figures in my life: my adoptive father never harmed me but knew what was going on and did nothing. My foster father was a fantastic and kind man, he just didn't know about the abuse I suffered, my foster mother was an expert at doing stuff when no one was around, and of course I thought/ was trained to believe the abuse was all my fault and fully deserved.
But worse than all of that was when I met my birth mother - at age 31, my mum was 54, she said to me I bet you've had a wonderful loving upbringing, and yes, I had to lie, the truth would've destroyed her, she was destroyed enough by my being removed at 3 days old from the cot in hospital, she said she never agreed or signed fuck all, that they just took me.
Many of these abridged details only came to light, when I read my social services files, which I requested to do, to help me in my search for my family. Most is still a blur and buried deep, they (the women) are forgiven, but I have bad days and weeks where i hate them and i hate me, and i hate my life.
For balance: when I had 10 years of intensive therapy, which included group psychotherapy, the stories about fathers/ male relatives and other men were truly horrific. At least i never suffered any sexual abuse, or ended up in a children's home, I quite literally would've been buggered.
Sorry, think i was triggered here.