Yeah, my biomom was very abusive. It actually took several calls, reports from neighbors and teachers, and me trying to kill myself twice before they finally decided there was no way things would work out with me living there. They finally put me in foster care, and they STILL worked to get me back with her. We had visits where I would go home to her once a week with a case worker to see her, and they would always end up in her being vicious and me crying. They died down to twice a month, then once a month, then when I cried and cried when they tried to make me go, they ended all together. Then it turned into phone calls, and she managed to freak me out and get me all worked up every time she called me too. So eventually those ended because all contact with her was clearly harmful to my mental health. Luckily at that point, I was fourteen and old enough to speak for myself. It is the law that at fourteen you can sign your own papers (to some extent) and you can make a lot of your own decisions. Or in my state anyway. In my state, they can ask you if you want to go home, or if you want to see your mom, and you can say no and they will listen. That's where I got lucky. And they finally did the right thing (but only cause I said so) and it took a lot for me to not be scared of my biomom enough to speak up.
It's pretty sad though, that under 14 you have no say in your happiness and well being. Like you have no idea when you're being abused or neglected, only your parents and the state can decide upon that.
A couple examples:
A two year old foster boy that lived with me, we got him because the mom got mad at him for being "bad" and burned him with a lit cigarette several times as punishment. Maybe six months later he went home because she agreed to take parenting classes or something.
A newborn baby we had until he was almost a year. We were told he would be adopted (by us). Because his mom had already had FIVE other kids taken from her, and her rights taken from her dealing with these kids, kids she would never see again because of her actions. She was LIVING IN A HOMELESS SHELTER and they gave him back out of nowhere because she was doing things to change or something. Six months later we saw them at a park and he was skinny, dirty, barely clothed, and looked drained of all emotion. So different from the chubby, happy, smart little face we had raised. A year later he was placed back in foster care due to her neglect and abuse, and I they gave them to someone else without asking us.
A four year old boy, we got him because he was beaten with a metal coat hanger and apparently been abused before (But this time was brutal). He was also still in diapers because he had an untaken care of medical problem with his bowel movements. And all kinds of other abusive crap. We had him for a year and a half and they gave him to a family member, who abused him. He turned into an unhappy child that acted out all the time and became angry. He was put back in foster care. Again without us being asked.
I could go on FOREVER. All ridiculous stories.
I still talk to my biomom now and again, and she's even seen Eli a few times. I visit my family where she lives. I guess I'm forgiving about it, maybe too forgiving. She was on a lot of drugs, and she's not anymore but she's still kind of wrong in the head. She's very apologetic about things, so I try to forget about it but it's always there and I find it easy to get mad at her because of that. Oh well. I wish things could change for kids and their rights because things are being done wrong right now.
EDIT: I forgot to mention, my dad was never involved, and I've never met him. So that's why I didn't say anything about him. So you're not confused.