Oh my gosh. I didn't realize you had this kind of adoption nightmare going on in your life. Can't offer anything more than best wishes for you.
Honestly, it takes a certain kind of talent to lie and cajole the way your daughter can. She'll probably be fine, maybe not the kind of life that we'd consider "fine", but fine by her standards.
Good lord, I hope you get out of this nightmare soon.
She'll live.
For me I'd hardly call it a nightmare. It's annoying and distracting, and I don't especially enjoy being hit, but realistically I can take the worst she's got without blinking. I'm taller and far stronger, with more than twice her muscle mass, and she's refused every opportunity to learn any form of empty-hand so I can see every one of her movements coming. It's not like I'm being shot at. (Which has happened-- it wasn't done well, obviously-- and it was really offensive particularly since I didn't succeed in hunting down the jerk who did it). The verbal abuse isn't particularly pleasant, particularly since it is repetitive and lacks originality. It's a thundering bore actually.
Compared to my daughter, I've got it easy. I'm the adult: I'm the one with all the power. I've got a great work ethic, several legitimate ways to earn a living, some assets, and solid connections in a healthy community. These are all things she hasn't got and may never acquire despite my best efforts. Sure, I'm mildly trapped at the moment but I can breathe and none of my limbs are in immediate danger, plus I see a way out. SHE, however, is living a nightmare and I greatly fear that for her there's no way out.
Because my legal obligation to her has a time limit, I can work the escape given sufficient time. In the meantime it's important for me to not take any of this stuff personally. I didn't make the train wreck and am (at most) part of the cleanup crew. Meanwhile, there's stuff I can influence and stuff I'm simply not going to be able to change and will have to focus chiefly on containment. There's a special approach I take to the stuff I can't influence:
I once had a very close shave
With a fuck that I just about gave:
But it knew it was mine,
So it stepped back in line,
And it taught the rest how to behave.Maximum effort for the stuff that matters, that I can actually influence. A raised middle finger to the rest, and I'll get to it if and when it suits me.