i was for a bit in a care-family, but for not wanting to circlecuddle or whatever fishy thing that was, i needed to live in the basement, the fosterfather had it in for (against) me from then, i could get along alright with the 'fostermother', who was artstudent with that father and only few years older than me, the f was vicedirector of the art-uni, once brought home a foreign prof and i was situated in a barely safe situation
oh well, that fosterparent threw me out for 'not opening up' whatever that meant in the seventies 