Life, love, mental health, and family through an adoptee's eyes.
This is so true. For everyone, but I'm speaking specifically for coming out of the fog of adoption. I've been setting boundaries since my mom died almost three years ago, and have been slowly setting more and more as I discover my true self and what I'm unwilling to tolerate. People who knew you as... Continue Reading →
No, because I was adopted. Because of that, I was never who I was supposed to be before the world told me "no". My trauma happened too early for me to have developed that person.I've been told "no" from the beginning, from day 8 on, because of my adoption - my bio parents left the... Continue Reading →
*Trigger warning: self harm*Though I have been open about this with a few people, I've never been public about it, so writing this is a bit nerve wracking. I am not being open for pity. In fact, pity is one of my triggers so please respect that. I don't write for that kind of attention... Continue Reading →
THIS. Same exact thing. I've lost more friends in the past year (summer to summer) than I have in my entire life. And you know what? I'm fine with it. Because I was fake (unintentionally; I just didn't know who I really was) and they were fake (for whatever reason) and couldn't handle the bluntness... Continue Reading →
This is my response to a shared post written by The Evolving Adoptee on her facebook page, which is below in quotes. I agree with The Evolving Adoptee. Though there IS love in adoption, adoption is not just about love. It is a traumatic experience that will follow and affect that child for their entire... Continue Reading →
Someone in one of my adoption groups recently wrote a post about finding out that she's half Puerto Rican, but was raised by a white European family and told she was fully caucasian all her life. She found her biological father via a DNA test and is realizing just how much she missed out on,... Continue Reading →
I am your friend. I am not your entertainment.I am not your punching bag.I am not your therapist, garbage disposal, or even your garbage. I am not here to coddle you.I am not here to fix your problems.I am not here for you to use me for my resources, time, energy, or money. I will... Continue Reading →
Reblog! Wow I want to make this!!!
We thought it might be a good idea to make a greenhouse in the shape of a dome because the wind can be very strong on Strumble Head peninsula. 15 pieces cut at an angle of 12 degrees were needed for the base. Every piece of wood has two very big nails through the ends, which stick into the ground in a simple way to get it all in level.I glued and screwed the ends together, put a few stones under the wood and strapped it all tight with a band strap. It was so strong that I could jump around on it and it didn’t move at all. The band strap could be taken off after the glue dried.
This is the drawing we had- the layout, what we needed to make was: 5x 3 triangles fixed together, 9x 6 triangles together and 7x 5 triangles together (the top…
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I hate when people are black and white about Severus. Yes he made bad choices when he was younger, yes he was abusive and absolutely wretched to Harry and others. But what people fail to see, or maybe they just brush it off, is that Severus had to be that way or else Voldemort would... Continue Reading →
'Adopted' as a feeling is profoundly complex. Even in the absolute best of situations, an adoptee will feel 'adopted' at some points in their life. What this feeling means to each individual is completely relative and situational, and there is an almost infinite amount of variables. It can depend on whether they know or don't... Continue Reading →
The Adopted Paleontologist 