Because we are not born, we are purchased and labeled as "chosen" and the despicable "Lucky" although adoptees resent these idiot's reflex comments by non-adoptees that have no clue what a horrible plight we live as being adopted.
Adopted children are smothered by well wishing adoptive mothers that won't shut up about our being adopted, being their adopted pet. The adoptive mothers will not shut up about their wants, desires and demands to be adoptive parents.
The ongoing diatribe from the adoptive mother...so happy to get the adopted child, it is like we adoptees never belonged to our mother, ourselves we are only the adoptive mother's possession, that we do not own ourselves. We are not born, we only adapt to survive this miserable play we are forced to keep performing to keep the adoptive mother entertained.
Adoptees have no sense of self as we are not allowed to be who we truly are as we are forced to wear the mask and act in our adoptive mother's puppet show over and over again where there is nothing unscripted in our life.
Suicide is the only real escape from this perpetual cycle of adoption misery cycle.
I hate being the adopted child that will plague and mark my life forever as a prop in the life of someone else. The idealization of not existing or continuing to be the adopted child that never grows up, never becomes a person, and never becomes one's own self is what keeps adoptees teetering on the edge of life seeing only relief from adoption pain and humiliation.
Because adoptees can never escape the stigma of the adoption which makes us invalid second class servants which we would rather be absent from this life of grateful ownership and labels. Adoptees can never quite distance themselves from the adoption that is our societal validation for existence, and the foundation in pain and humiliation of being forever someones adopted child becomes sometimes worse than death. So that death does not seem so bad to the daily shame of adoption.