Yes, apart from the few happy years when they put me in a Childrens home, my life was a living nightmare, my Stepfather would beat me around the head, address me as *unt where the missing letter is a C, he would kick me in the stomach, strangle me, send me down to the shops with sixpence to buy a stick so he could beat me with it, very frightening for a 5 year old.
I had to stay alone in my bedroom from about 5pm until school the next morning, my Childrens Society report states I didnt even have sheets on my bed.
When I was fed a proper meal, it was disgusting things like sheeps hearts with boiled potatoes that made me feel physically sick to eat, so I had to sit alone in the kitchen in front of this plate of cold offel for 5 or 6 hours as I just couldn't eat it.
Stepfather would try and teach me French, if i couldn't pronounce the words correctly he would punch me in the side of the head which made things worst as I went into complete withdrawal and my brain would stop working which would really annoy him, mother would stay in the Kitchen and do nothing to protect her son, she wonders why I never want to visit them.
Mother was not allowed to hug me or even play with me as it set him off in a violent temper.
I used to punch myself repeatably in the face to try and teach myself not to talk in their presence as it could result in violence or at the least verbal humiliation, but then I would be turned on for being too quiet and be called "creeping Jesus".