I was there in 1985 for almost a year. The home terrified me, I was constantly hungry, and I became a "born again" Christian to suit them. But it also kept me alive. I was headed toward bad things and I'm certain that heavy drug use would have been in my future. I do not condone what "Brother" Wills, Miss Betty (or Miss Elizabeth) did to any of us (I never knew Linda) but in the end, I am grateful my parents did what they did. I'm a professional, upstanding citizen--because ..and despite it.
It's time to work through this. If this was the worst experience you have ever had, I am envious of you.