I can't let myself feel the rage I have trapped inside at being let down by everyone. From the day social services enabled the illegal sale from one abuser to another. I found old paperwork describing me as this unwanted baby. I had to food it up and put it away. The only escape is to know my children's life's were so so different to mine. That gives me joy.

Thanks for all the kind words in this thread. I thought I was passed writing about this area of my life. I & I think T were both taken by surprise at how quick I was lost in "it" again.