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Hey All,
I've wanted to post this since last week but thought I'd wait out of respect.
But something struck me last week and I wanted to share.
Over the years I've felt "apart" from people because I chose to relinquish. It felt like I was different somehow - that I went against nature.
I'm coming out of that - thank goodness.
But something else has taken its place as I've been here in this forum.
I watch the young women come in here and a few have expressed the desire to die; to end their lives.
My heart has ached for them.
And as I've watched their grief unfold, something has happened to me.
I've started to wonder if my reaction was against nature. I'm talking about how I tucked my head down and walked on. I hope I'm relaying that right. Was it wrong to not have relinquishment stop me dead in my tracks and end me? What does that say about me that it didn't?
Please understand - these are just my feelings. I'm not looking for backlash which people like me always expect when we let out any of our fears. We wait for the sharks to come in. Sigh....the Trust Road always has a boatload of ice on it and everone waits to slip, ya know?
Anyway...that's how it feels. Not only did I go against nature in my decisions but I went against nature in my survival of those decisions.
Has anyone else ever thought that way? Is it unsual to do so?
Any kind thoughts and sharing would be appreciated. I need guidance here.
(Note: I had something written about sharks in this space here, but I took it out on account of sooner or late I've got to start trusting people. All apologies to the Macos.)
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But I couldn't do it and so I ran into the street and because I did that two children now live as adoptees.I feel so bad for my daughter and son. Who'd want that as a legacy? Shoot, would you? My poor daughters that are with me have to have that history through me. Why should my son and daughter have to ever know what I was? And yet they have every right to know.Yeah. Sometimes it feels like it would've been better to not have survived. Lots didn't so who am I that I did? Ya know? That's how it feels some days.I sure hope that didn't sound like the pity pot. I sure don't mean it to. I made my choices and I refuse to lie to myself about that. There's no honor in that.Thanks for listening everyone.
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Janeytwo
You hit the nail on the head there, my friend! See that was the thing. I should've been a drug addict or in prison or a prostitute but I wasn't. I was something else, like the other kids who were with me; a teen just drifting out there, mooching food, scrounging for change in parking lots and sleeping in cars in the onset of winter. And that's not strength or toughness. You guys want to know what tough is? Tough is the kid that lives at the end of some adult's fist and keeps on keeping on no matter how bad it gets. I was the oldest. My younger siblings were looking to me to do something; to fix it. I tried to defend them against step-dad and I failed miserably. In the end, I just couldn't take it anymore and I ran. Tough kids don't run. They don't. They stay and put up with it. That's b***s-to-the-walls bad-a** right there. But I couldn't do it and so I ran into the street and because I did that two children now live as adoptees. I feel so bad for my daughter and son. Who'd want that as a legacy? Shoot, would you? My poor daughters that are with me have to have that history through me. Why should my son and daughter have to ever know what I was? And yet they have every right to know. Yeah. Sometimes it feels like it would've been better to not have survived. Lots didn't so who am I that I did? Ya know? That's how it feels some days. I sure hope that didn't sound like the pity pot. I sure don't mean it to. I made my choices and I refuse to lie to myself about that. There's no honor in that. Thanks for listening everyone.
But I couldn't do it and so I ran into the street and because I did that two children now live as adoptees.
Peachy... It's true, not all of us adoptees think it is such a horrible thing being adopted. I like my status as being an adoptee...not saying it wasn't without struggle, fears, questioning, ect...but then who doesn't deal with those things in life...like I've said, it's all about the lenses we look through in life that matters the most.
I hope it's OK to post here on this thread as an amom. As usual, Janey, I am amazed by the emotional power of the honesty of your posts. I learn so much from reading them. I wanted to post because as an a-parent the idea of nature resonated with me in a profound and disturbing way. Everyone in the adoption triad, it seems is at some point accused by society of violating some invented ideal of "nature" - some ideal of what it means to be a mother, a woman, a child, a family. You get the societal accusations, spoken or unspoken, that you somehow went against nature for having relinquished. You get the "Oh I NEVER could have done that." I get, spoken or unspoken, the parallel accusation my family is somehow "unnatural." I also get the "I NEVER could have done that" - i.e. be the mother of a child I didn't give birth to. And the child at the heart of it all - well as Brock and Dpen said so eloquently, every adoptee is different. But they also have to cope with society's questions and accusations. And they REALLY have no agency in the whole thing. Obviously we are all in different situations. And I understand and admit that as an adoptive parent I am in a position of privilege within the triad, and that thus I cannot equate our positions. But I do see a unity in the way we are made to defend ourselves (either our loud or silently in our hearts) as women who have defied the so-called natural order. It's just another case of women paying a high price in this world for making tough choices.
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Janeytwo
I've started to wonder if my reaction was against nature. I'm talking about how I tucked my head down and walked on. I hope I'm relaying that right. Was it wrong to not have relinquishment stop me dead in my tracks and end me? What does that say about me that it didn't?
Hey All!
Thanks as always for responding! I wanted to write more on this but will have to come back this evening after my grandson goes home.
You know I did want to apologize though for misspeaking. I feel just awful about it.
I didn't mean to say that living as an adoptee is a bad thing (and thank you Peachy and Brock for bringing that to my attention - this stuff is hard to talk about and I sometimes don't realize what I've written. Thank you guys for being kind enought to call me on that so that I can clarify before I ended up looking like a complete jerko!)
It's just that I've seen so much pain that adoptees have lived with. So much pain that I was ignortant to.
Sometimes I just feel bad about it, but I don't AND I SWEAR THIS , look down on adoptees at all.
I sure hope I didn't hurt anyone. That's not something I'd ever deliberately do but if I did, please forgive me.
You guys and your thoughts mean a great deal to me. You are all the only way that I have to come back, if that makes sense.
Anyway...I'll post more later.
Love and respect you all very much,
shadow riderer
Not to interrupt, but I was reading this and a thought just stuck in my head. In ref to people saying to BPs, "I could never do that." or anything similar in any ccircumstance. I always cringe when I hear such things. I've learned in my own life experience one thing. A person never truly knows what they can do, will do, or are capable of doing until they are in that situation.
BMoms, keep that in mind the next time someone judges you with a comment like that. They were not in your shoes. Had they been, they very well could have done the same thing, and probably would have. It's easy to say "I could never", but when faced with the situation, a person might find themselves surprised at what they would, or would not, do.
So I'm one of those first moms who doesn't let her grief eat her alive. I don't sit around on holidays in deep throes of grief, I don't look at pictures and sob because my son isn't in them, I don't do those things to myself and to him, because they won't accomplish anything.
Do I miss him? Sure I do. Have I had moments of grief so deep that I was afraid I was never going to see the top again? Oh yeah. Those first months were very dark for a lot of reasons.
I don't think that goes against nature though. I think that means that we all survive in a different way. I guess I believe in pulling yourself up by your bootstraps and keep on going on. Not that I haven't had help doing that, I've had plenty, I don't think it is a on your own activity. You find the resources to help you and and then you keep going. That doesn't end the grief or the sadness.
I didn't want my first mom to be depressed and sad forever. It makes me sad and angry now that placing me caused her so much damage. I can't do anything about that, and realize that, but the feelings are still there. I won't let my son ever wonder that. When he is old enough, like his 70's HA, I might tell him a bit about the raw pain, but he is going to know that even though I missed him I have still had a full happy life. To have anything less would be letting my son down.
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You know I did want to apologize though for misspeaking. I feel just awful about it.
Okay....I'm back! Long post coming... RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!! :arrow:
Little did I know when I started this thread that I would:
A. Put my foot so far into my mouth that it'd become part of my pulmonary system! :eek: Again, my apologies to any adoptees I offended. Yikes!!
B. That I would discover myself talking of things I thought I'd long buried and forgotten :boot:
C. That it's still so hard and embarrassing when people say nice things to me.
D. That talking about this rips open other people's wounds even though none of us means to do that when we open our mouths.
E. That it's a good thing I'm learning from all of the good folk in here because if I met my children with the limited amount of knowledge I have of all this....that would be a disaster!
Geez! This stuff is something else!! It's like I'm some kind of brambly weed with 20 foot roots and I'm being ripped from the ground and I'm the idiot gardener doing it! :arrow:
Let's see....I should write back in order of those who posted since my initial post. (Good grief! I sound like an insurance form).
BrockBaby You're 100% correct about the history stuff. How skewed my thinking becomes sometimes.
JustPeachy You're right too. I can't begin to know what it feels like to be an adoptee. You know what I just realized that I think I've been doing? I've been trying to project what that must feel like in order to understand it enough to not make a mistake. THAT'S got to be like the ultimate description of codependecy! Ooo...I hate that disease!!
Dpen6 Thanks for the being enough of a friend to tell it like it is (including stamping feet and pointing finger) :love: . I take it as a compliment that someone would bother to take the time and post back.
Abuse ingrains so much into people; so many lies we tell ourselves in order to justify the shame of being abused to start with. Honestly, I had no idea that the issues of adoption were wrapped around my childhood so tightly. I think it caught me off guard because I had told myself that one had nothing to do with the other. One more conceit to deal with.
Saya For me personally, I love hearing from adoptive parents. They're just parents like me and parenting is the toughest job out there. I guess I'm just letting you know I welcome what you have to say and I thank you for responding to my thread.
When I first came here, I was very ignorant not only of my own suffering but of others. See...for 31 years I'd bought the line that someone spoke of (I think it was Lovemy2Boys)....the fairy tale. That everyone skips happily along through this stuff like a flower girl down the aisle.
When really we're all Dorothy's traversing the Yellow Brick Road just trying to get home.
I have long empathized with women who are looked down on because they can't bear children. And I don't think that that is something I've imagined. I think that society has looked own. That these women are patted on the head with "oh you poor dears" at best and hateful things that I've actually heard people say like, "well maybe they weren't MEANT to be moms". That kind of callousness and complete indifference to the hurt of others. Like women who suffer miscarraiges and there's always one person in the family who says, "Oh well...it was natures way of taking the baby because there was something wrong with it."
People think they're being nice offering up such platitudes. :hissy:
Maggie Thanks for sharing. You are always so kind-hearted in your posts. :love:
And to leave everyone with a smile I added icing to the stupidity cake of my day. My little grandson has these butterfly wings that he likes to wear when he runs around the house. They are shiny and huge and I think he thinks he's flying or something when he has them on. (He's 2).
Welp, I forgot to take them off before my SIL came to pick my grandson up. SIL is a wonderful man but a "guys guy" if you know what I mean.
So SIL looks at the grandbaby wearing the wings and then he looks at me and says, "Why is my son wearing butterfly wings?" I could read the words behind my SIL's expression at that moment and it translated roughtly into, "I'd love to put my foot up my mother-in-laws patoot right now!"
:eek: Ooo Boy! :eek:
So it has not been one my better days. Foot in mouth, foot up buttski. sigh............
I think I shall go back to hiding in the codependency thread where I belong! :arrow:
BrockBaby
Peachy... It's true, not all of us adoptees think it is such a horrible thing being adopted. I like my status as being an adoptee...not saying it wasn't without struggle, fears, questioning, ect...but then who doesn't deal with those things in life...like I've said, it's all about the lenses we look through in life that matters the most.
Hey Dpen6! :grouphug:
Hmmm... I never thought about how that must've sounded to you guys.
I was speaking in terms of family and how I've had to endure a lifetime of contempt from them.
And how I sentenced myself to a lifetime of self-hatred in return.
That of course is not my children's fault in any way. They are blameless in this.
Hugs to ya!
But for janey to say they gave them a life sentecne for me...is not a true statement....maybe for some it is.
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Janey, I was in no way offended by what you said about the adoptee thing. I was just reassuring you that not all adoptees feel bad about being an adoptee. So please do not beat yourself up over that comment. No foot in your mouth, or shoe up any other part of your anatomy... As for butterfly wings on little boys...I had a little boy that LOVED to walk around in the high heel dress up shoes, and when he was three he would often comment on "liking your shirt Miss Worry" and would always comment when I got my hair done...but he was a BOY BOY too....and I had one boy that would always dress up in my old high school cheerleading skirt (dang..preschoolers wore it..what HAPPENED!??!? LOL) So SIL has no need to worry about his BOY!!! geeeesh! Do something for you Janey...just because you are worth it!!!!:grouphug: