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Thanks for all your posts. I'm finally moving past all of this and it feels good finally letting it out. I have never told anyone, outside of my Husband, these things. I feel that I can now move forward.
Gotta tell you, I'm feeling like a big fat whiner!! I'm so glad that Nancys Blog is covering the story of Masha the young girl that was adopted from Russia when she was a small child and brought to the US and adopted by a single man with no background check between TWO adoption agencies. I watched the interview on Nancy Grace the night before last. If this doesn't bring tears to your eyes I don't know what will! What this child had to endure is beyond comprehension. I don't think that I will ever complain again.
How a single man could not only adopt, but request a young child with blonde hair and import her from Russia to the US is beyond me. THANK YOU JOHN KERRY for attempting to bring stiffer penalties for downloading child porn on the internet and bringing this travesty to light. Check out her story at [url="http://www.mashastory.info/"]http://www.mashastory.info/[/url].
Adoption.com is also a large group that is receiving attention and letting people all over the world know that some things have to be changed pertaining to adoption. No longer will an abused adopted child have to feel alone and isolated feeling that they are the only one in the world going through crisis. I just can't say enough positive things about this website.
Thanks everyone!
Michelle
YES. To your original post question. Abuse from adoptive Mom was emotional mostly, psychologically damaging, dysfunction, and at times physical abuse. I remember as a baby I had difficulty attaching to Adoptive Mom. She would try and force me to affection on her like hugging. It was uncomfortable as a baby. I remember her pinning me down on my bed one night and fighting with her to get off of me, she’s spitting in my face. She was very mentally ill. Still is. She’s estranged from me and my daughter, her only granddaughter. Her choice. It’s been fifteen. Fifteen years. I sent her texts on holidays this year. She’s read them. Nothing. Crickets. Why? I would NEVER treat another human being this way- especially my own daughter- adopted or not! Life is hard. Life is strange. But these people are stranger. I’ll never know.