Adoption 1: There’s no receipt, so you can’t return me, motherfuckers!
Say the word “adoption” to people and you get a very interesting array of reactions.
Adoption is portrayed in the media in one of two ways: Either the adopted child is embraced wholeheartedly and lives an idyllic life, for which they are expected to be eternally grateful to the parents who were kind enough to take their charity-case ass in, or the opposite extreme — the noble and saintly parents who adopt a kid and get a “bad apple” and suffer the rest of their lives.
No matter how you view adoption or adoptive children, for some reason, there is still a stigma about it.
Although I’ve written my adoption tales, experiences, and opinions elsewhere, RisibleGirl’s recent reunion tales were so touching, candid, and revealing that I’ve decided to re-post my stories and experiences here for some of you who may be new. I’ll break them up a bit because there’s a lot to read in one chunk.
:deep breath: Here we go.
I have several friends; some who are adopted, some who have adopted and they’ve all said much the same thing. My friend Kevin told me that it would have been easier for him to be an adopted dog, because they aren’t expected to be eternally grateful, fawning and perfect in return for being picked.
Comment by mike — Sunday, July 24, 2005 @ 7:15 am