About Adoptee Rage

Statistics Identify large populations of Adoptees in prisons, mental hospitals and committed suicide.
Fifty years of scientific studies on child adoption resulting in psychological harm to the child and
poor outcomes for a child's future.
Medical and psychological attempts to heal the broken bonds of adoption, promote reunions of biological parents and adult children. The other half of attempting to repair a severed Identity is counselling therapy to rebuild the self.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Finding Family Irony

In the excitement of finally locating my biologic relatives, my hopes were
destroyed in a matter of minutes and days. I guess some people do not want to be reminded that you are the reason for their life's suffering. Or
maybe they take comfort in the miserable existence and perpetual punishment they feel worthy of. In my case I might have been better off
leaving my secrets unknown. Except for the fact that I have no identity,
and to move forward I need and deserve to know who I am regardless of
who might become uncomfortable to know I am alive, not well. I am the average adoptee, fucked up, lost and fumbling in this vast world. The secrets that enslave me make up the dungeon walls of society. I am to
continue the charade of polite appreciation of those who act in "my best
interests" which lead to the usual unproductive citizenship of adoptees.
Now I know the cowards of which I am spawn I am nothing like them, and also a carbon copy. My spirit is not as broken as them, and my fighting spirit keeps me defiantly from becoming those broken soles that gave in to the society that placed them in ruin. They both swallowed the
bitter religion that keeps them chained to their demons and guilt. Both bio mom and dad far from each other they are close in their lying and deceptive ways. Ball-Chained to their mistakes they are broken individuals mainly concerned with public sentiment and appearances.
They are governed with what other people think, the worst crime of a person's soul. I am nothing like them, I am nothing like where I've been.
I would rather flounder, fumble, and stumble through life than submit to
become what they have given up.