My Name Is SHAME
My adopted childhood was a humiliating, punishing and a direct assault at my attempt to being a human being.
I was adopted to replace the family's dead female infant, so I was treated like a disobeying dog that defecated in the house, beaten and chained up in the back yard to be forgotten.
I believe the adoptive mother wanted the idea of a child but when I was placed in her responsibility, she became furious at me trying to replace her dead child. Not that fitting in was my driving force, as adopted children only hope to survive the day. We have no grand plans for self actualization as that is reserved for biologically raised and nurtured children.
The best adopted abused children can hope for is escape at age 18 or before when we are banished from the adopted home. Usually without the adult skills to make it in the outside world, yet the outside world is a hell of a lot more kinder to the adopted child outcast. We are the shamed orphans of humanity, and that society that hopes we will stay on our side of the tracks, never attempting to go to our real homes. We are the ignorant, innocent and lack the worlds knowledge afforded to the elite. What we do possess is the world's shame stamped upon our hearts, heads and psyche. We adoptees bare the shame of being unwanted children, the illegitimate bastards that no none wants to date their sons or daughters. Our shame must not penetrate social society as we were conditioned to know our place as second and third class citizens. Adoptees are the modern day leper that must be isolated and silenced
that laws are created to control.