Queer Imposter Syndrome

"The actual imposters will never feel imposter syndrome."I've never heard of this before, and reading it felt so validating. I've been saying I'm bisexual ever since I started going to a women's college fifteen years ago. I thought that maybe it was because I was exploring, but no, I was definitely attracted to certain women... Continue Reading →

I Will Not Stop Roaring.

Timing is everything. Something my mom's friend once said to me and my husband. Growth cannot be forced. We are different people before and after every transformation, and we never know when those transformations are coming or who we will become. The right timing isn't necessarily when you think it'll be right, and most of... Continue Reading →


https://blogs.scientificamerican.com/mind-guest-blog/the-emotional-blindness-of-alexithymia/?fbclid=IwAR3eCFBKL1_Z7AKjxzoWV3_qG2rxIpj2emJmyIpMmA7HjXvfInpjWCkTLKE "Alexithymia has two dimensions – a cognitive dimension, where a child or adult struggles to identify, interpret and verbalize feelings (the “thinking” part of our emotional experience). And an affective dimension, where difficulties arise in reacting, expressing, feeling and imagining (the “experiencing” part of our emotional experience)."I have always felt ashamed for being unable... Continue Reading →

To Feel Adopted

"My mom never made me feel adopted. My dad did," I told my therapist in today's session. It put a lot of things into perspective for me in the minuscule span of a few seconds. 'Adopted' as a feeling is profoundly complex. Even in the absolute best of situations, an adoptee will feel 'adopted' at... Continue Reading →

Silence Is Deadly

One of my posts from September 4, 2018 Over the years, a few people have asked me to change or take down certain posts I've put on facebook. They've said to not broadcast such personal things, to keep my dirty laundry to myself; it's not for the public to see. I disagree passionately, and here's... 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 →

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