I had a foster kid who was captured by Social Services as a 10 yo male prostitute, with a bad enough huffing habit that his face was eroded. He had no idea what his last name was, or the names of his parents. Social Services gifted him with the last name Brown. He ran away from every home they put him in, getting by on his own for periods of years before recapture. When he came to me, a 17 yo remanded by the court for underage drinking, he did not know what toilet paper was for, but he was incredibly intelligent and a voracious reader. He played guitar like rain falls from the sky.His one desire in life was to do enough drugs that his intelligence, and understanding of the world, could be destroyed, and he could live in peace. He stayed, mostly straight, until adulthood freed him to pursue his dream, which he promptly did. He is now slightly brain damaged, clean and sober, and in a committed relationship of some years. He cleans carpets for a national firm. He can no longer play guitar, but he is happy.