For the ten year anniversary of finding out about and getting in touch with my biological family, I wanted to do something special, but I’ve been struggling with it. Every year I write a sweet little happy anniversary note to my family, and we celebrate. Last year we celebrated it together in person for the... Continue Reading →
My Story Is Mine.
Please. Even if you think they aren't capable of handling certain information. Even if you're worried about what they might think of you or anyone else.Children are capable of so much and they are smarter and wiser than adults give them credit for. Tell them. Even if you think the secret is too big.
“I Wish I Was Adopted”
I never understood why I didn't like when people say they wish they were adopted until I read this excerpt this morning. I get that those people are hurting and have experienced trauma, but adoption is also trauma. A whole other different world of trauma. And while traumas should never be compared, they are different.... Continue Reading →
Who Was I Supposed To Be? I Don’t Know; My Trauma Happened Too Early
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 →
To Feel Adopted
'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 →
We Are Adoptees.
HEY, YOU. Yes, YOU. All of you non-adopted people. None of you know what it's like to be adopted. No one expects you to, either. You can't possibly understand fully because you are not adopted. However, there are a few things I would like to address, and hopefully clear up.You don't know what it feels... Continue Reading →
Reading “The Primal Wound”
I have always been open about my adoption, as has my mom. Though perhaps I have been more so. However, I never explored my feelings about it or the psychology of an adoptee because it has been drilled into me, as it has for other adoptees and the rest of society, that it doesn't matter... Continue Reading →
Jasmine's new song "Speechless" in the live action Aladdin speaks to me so, SO much as an adoptee, as a woman, as a child of a rich man. I've been listening to all three versions nonstop with chills. This song affects me deeply and I think a big part of that is because I have... Continue Reading →
Hi, everyone! Welcome to my head. I hope it doesn't scare you off. I've been writing a blog on and off for a year on Wix but decided to move here due to a friend's suggestion, and changes Wix made that I dislike. I'll be moving my older blog posts over here and writing a... Continue Reading →