08 January 2017

New Year. New Life.


I started this blog in 2008 as an outlet for my thoughts and feelings on the experience of adoption and as a warning for other young women who were looking into adoption so they would not fall prey to the dark underbelly that adoption hides.  This blog has taken me on a journey – fraught with heated debates and attacks and I have also met some fabulous people from whom I have learned and grown from.  There have been times I have dreaded viewing the comments as there is always someone who wants to dictate your experience to you – despite having never met you and knowing nothing of you!

2016 was a year where my story came to a sort of conclusion, at least for now.  It was a year I had waited for since my newborn was taken from my arms and then stolen outright from me through a corrupt judge and two narcissistic humans who felt entitled to another mother’s child.  I had lived with the false hope that when my grown child heard the truth, she would want to come home.  Of course, this is the real world and life is simply not that straightforward.  Justice does not really exist and it is easy to forget that environment and the way one is raised has a large impact on the way they will react.  Not only was I rejected hard but it became clear there was little, if any, hope of anything in the future.  Following that, I fell into a deep depression and a new hell of OCD – not the type people like to make fun of, but the real, terrifying hell that is sometimes referred to as “Pure O”.  Self-harm has always been a battle for me and I have added some lovely new stripes to my arm which also saw a night in hospital when I finally lost the plot.  In other words, my bank finally broke and I let go.  On top of this, I was also working 5 days a week with a person intent on making my life more miserable than it already was.  I also learned the pain of family betrayal and as a result, no longer have a relationship with my sisters.

Out of this however, and with the guidance of my therapist, I have learned it is okay to look after myself and take care of me for a change.  Ever since I was a little girl and heightened by various traumas throughout my life, I have tended to be compliant and do as I am told to my detriment.  I have literally cut myself into pieces to keep people happy – in every area of my life (except here on my blog which has been my only safe place). 

But now, I am sick of adoption.  I am sick of everything about it.  I am sick of the cruelty, the competition of whose pain is greater, of the comparison of whose voice is less heard or stronger.  I am sick of the way there are others who are never heard from at all and are completely forgotten: the children who are born afterwards and the siblings who lose their sister or brother and the mother they would have had if not for the trauma of forced and wrongful adoption separation.  I am sick of having to void my voice so others can feel okay about themselves.  I want to be free from it all and so I am walking away from it.  Everything.  I have two amazing children who through no fault of their own, have been deeply impacted by the loss of their sister.  My next daughter who is now 13 desperately tried when she was younger to have a relationship with her older sister but she was treated appallingly by both the adopters of her sister and then her sister as well.  Meanwhile, my son is confused about how this was ever allowed to happen and how a daughter can reject her family in the way she has.  I hate seeing this impact and the fallout through my family.  Not only did adoption cost me a child but also any relationship with my siblings.

So in a way, this post is good-bye – at least for now.  I have decided that 2017 is going to be a year of rebuilding my life with my children and husband with no involvement with adoption.  I will never support this barbaric practise and this experience has only solidified my opinion that adoption is just another form of materialism and capitalism – where children are the commodity and those with money can have what they lust for.  Nothing in my entire experience has shown me that adoption can be anything other than evil and those who partake in it, as deliberately abusing families for the sake of what they want.  Those who support this cruel practise are also guilty of abuse and celebrating trauma. 

To the readers I have met and have received support from, thank you, from the bottom of my broken heart.  Your kindness through some of the comments here and through emails, has helped me get through some incredibly dark days and I cherish you.  People forget the power of words – how they can hurt and cause destruction.  I too have been guilty of that – even sometimes unintentionally – and I have had to learn to eat humble pie – which can be a good thing.  But as with all things in life, there comes a time to say “enough” and for now, that is what I will do. 

Thank you and good-bye. 

“It is always important to know when something has reached its end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn't matter what we call it; what matters is to leave in the past those moments in life that are over.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Zahir  

“Bad, or good, as it happens to be, that is what it is to exist! . . . It is as though I have been silent and fuddled with sleep all my life. In spite of all, I know now that at least it is better to go always towards the summer, towards those burning seas of light; to sit at night in the forecastle lost in an unfamiliar dream, when the spirit becomes filled with stars, instead of wounds, and good and compassionate and tender. To sail into an unknown spring, or receive one's baptism on storm's promontory, where the solitary albatross heels over in the gale, and at last come to land. To know the earth under one's foot and go, in wild delight, ways where there is water.”
Malcolm Lowry, Ultramarine 

28 November 2016

I want the world to know...

I have many unwritten posts circulating in my head of late, however, the words are not coming forth to convey what it is I want to say.  So instead, I want to highlight the work of a Facebook page I follow, Is Adoption Trauma? and the fabulous work it has been doing in giving a voice to those in the adoption world who would otherwise be shunned and silenced.

This page is primarily focused on representing the side of adoption the rest of the world would rather not know about, forget and deny: the truth and reality of what adoption causes - trauma.  The voices are those of adopted persons and natural parents.

Whilst there have been many who refuse to acknowledge the very real fact that adoption does cause trauma, the voices here are given freedom to speak up, tell their stories and voice their experiences.  Yes, comments are left to invalidate and at times there can be heated discussion.  But it is so refreshing to have a page dedicated to telling the truth and not supporting the false image perpetuated by the majority of websites run by agencies (who stand to gain financially from purposefully separating mother and child) and the customers (aka prospective adoptive parents).

November is Adoption (Be)Awareness month in the USA where one is inundated with the sickly false ideology of the "wunnerfulness" of adoption - complete with unicorns puking rainbows, aka the Kool Aid drinkers of adoption and instigators who are ramming their propaganda down the public's throat that adoption is wonderful.  The project this month on Is Adoption Trauma? is "I want the world to know..."  Check it out and hear from those who have lived through the realities many want to deny and hide.

There is no excuse anymore not to know the truth about how harmful adoption really is and so those who choose to deny it and try to silence the voices are actively taking part in a system that systematically abuses children and abuses a person's basic right to know who they are and know who their family is and the right to raise their child.

You can start here and be part of an awareness that builds families through preservation of existing families, rather than tearing them apart.

21 October 2016

Lessons from the lap of Adoption


2016 has not been a year I will recall with fondness.  If anything, it will go down as one of the worst years of my life.  I have learned a lot about people, who I can trust and mostly, who I cannot.  
What I have learned this year, adds to the many other lessons I have learned over the years, about life through (infant) adoption/baby buying and so I am sharing those lessons here as a warning for any other expectant mothers who might be forced to face the monster of adoption.
  1. Adoption has taught me that words are empty.  Love has no value.  Those pushing adoption on terrified/unsupported women who need support and compassion, will tell a mother if she loves her child she will give/abandon/tear her bond apart with her child – all for the sake of strangers.  They will lead her to believe she is doing the right, loving thing.  That she is a hero and will be gaining a family.  But these words are empty.  They are lies. What no one bothers to tell her, is that she does not matter.  The agency and couple DO NOT care about her.  She is disposable.  If it were legal to cut her baby out of her womb and leave her for dead, they would.  This is apparent in the vitriol adopters spew across the internet through various blogs, forums and Facebook pages if a mother dares take control and does the unthinkable: take responsibility and KEEP her baby.  Even my first-born’s adopters would tell me they cared about me while taking me to court to outright steal the child from me.  Vultures.  Evil.  Predators.  Liars – they are all the same.
  2. Integrity is a joke.  People with integrity lose in the long run.  Morality, ethics – adoption has no room for these qualities I was raised to believe in.
  3. Compassion is to be mocked.  There are amazing women out there putting actions behind their words and doing everything they can to prevent unnecessary adoptions taking place.  Yet, I have also seen those who dare to stand up and do the right thing, mocked.  Ridiculed.  I have seen adopters openly brag about swooping on vulnerable women to take their children.  I am sure hell is filled with many people just like them. Or perhaps I am already in hell? 
  4. Empathy is unacceptable.  One must not empathise or one might do the right thing.
  5. Love is conditional.  As in restrictive and depends on how you behave. 
  6. That sacred bond spoken about in scientific research magically disappears and does not exist when adoption comes onto the scene.  Mothers become expendable and children are suddenly mindless, blank slates that are waiting to be saved and grafted into another family.
  7. Evil is real.  Oh so real.  In fact, it is common and if anything, prevalent.  It is harder to find the good and genuine people today.
  8. Religion, particularly Christianity, is used to condone the evil of adoption.  Apparently, it is okay to pray for a mother to relinquish her baby.  Wait, what??  Who prays for a child to be PURPOSEFULLY separated from their mother unnecessarily?  Seriously, WHO DOES THAT??  Oh yes, those who feel they have a right to another mother’s child.  If you cannot see the perverseness of this, then your moral compass needs replacing asap!  There are a number of other things I have seen and heard from those would profess to be Christian that is just vomit inducing. 
  9. Entitlement wins.  Adoption has introduced me to the most entitled humans I have ever had the unpleasant experience of coming into contact with.  It oozes out of their every pore and every word they speak.  I have read many messages, posts and comments in shock that there are even people who exist in our world like that.  Right up there are the people who stole my child – no one without entitlement would dream of taking a mother back to court to take her child away from her despite a report by a leading international adoption specialist finding her child’s best interests and welfare would be best promoted by me, her mother.  Yes, I still have that report.
  10. Human rights abuses are allowed as long as those with money get what they want.  To be honest, I have been privy to other experiences that have violated my basic human rights and witnessed enough without adoption needing to reinforce this.  But, in adoption, these human rights abuses are denied and invalidated for the sake of the customer.  Cannot have those poor adopters feeling bad for breaking up families now, can we?!
  11. Mothers are the bashing post.  From adopters, pro-adoptionists/anti-abortionists, adoptees and mothers sucking down the Kool Aid or intent on staying down in the gutter, mothers of loss are bashed, kicked and betrayed by those she thought she could trust – usually right at her most vulnerable point. 
  12. Exploiting the vulnerable and needy is just fine.  Hey, that’s their choice, right?  To be poor?  To be raped?  To be left and abandoned by their partner/family/support network?  To be frightened and alone?  To be in a situation where they just need a hand?  Because adopters are simply perfect?  Yeah, what a joke.  I cannot keep a track now of the number of condemnations and comments made about mothers who have lost a child to adoption.  It goes back to the entitled nature of the West.   As long as you have the money, you can do what you want and get away with it.  Who cares about those you destroy in your wake.  Who cares about the lives you destroy – as long as YOU get what you want, right?  RIGHT??  No wonder this world is in the way it is. 
Of course, you can write these off and me, the writer, as x, y, z but do so at your own peril.  Adoption is a permanent fixture.  The pain never goes away and the impact carries on waves through generations.  Just look at the television shows that focus on those who hope to reunite with those usually lost through adoption.  And not just children and parents but grandchildren, siblings, and so on.  Adoption as it is currently practiced right now, is not right.  The damage and trauma it causes has been shown through the thousands of mothers the world over dating from the 1950’s until today, sharing their horrific stories.  From the countless adoptees who are speaking up and exposing the reality, that, despite the fact some of them had happy, fantastic lives with their adoptive families, they still felt the trauma of losing their mothers, fathers and families and  the trauma effects them for a lifetime.  Meanwhile, others speak of a horrific life, abused and discarded - the promise of adoption proving oh so false.   Adoption is not the answer. It never has been and it never will be - especially while it is all about the entitled exploiting those in a moment of powerlessness and vulnerability.  These moments are chances for humanity to shine, to show kindness, to embrace vulnerability and honour it with compassion - but these chances are abandoned in favour of looking out for selfish and lustful desires, disregarding the abject misery and a lifetime of pain left in their wake. 

These are some of the lessons adoption has imprinted on me.  I would not wish this journey, these lessons, on anyone.  There is no good that comes out of it.  In fact, it is impossible for good to flourish in an institution that is founded on dishonesty and misery.  It does not matter that there are some that say adoption was good for them.  They are incredibly fortunate if that is the case (and they are being honest with themselves), but that does not make adoption good.  For example, there were slave owners that were not as bad as others and Nazis that helped Jews escape the massacre during World War 2 but that does not mean slavery or Nazism was inherently good.   All it means is there were some who defied the norm and chose to do what was right.   The same with adoption.  There are a handful of adoptive families who get it and some whose adoption experiences were positive all around BUT that does not excuse the evil and the rotten core of adoption.  It does not mean adoption as a system, as an institution is good.  And it isn't. It can't be.  It won't ever be.

11 October 2016

Who taught you to be small?


How is one taught to be small?  Have you felt yourself become smaller?  I know this is not only relegated to adoption but I can tell you from experience, adoption teaches you to be small.  It takes away your voice, your integrity, your dignity.  It strips you down to your marrow and breaks you into more shards than you ever thought possible. 

All of us experience the feeling of being small at one point or another.  Even before I was ushered into the world of adoption, I had experienced the feeling of being made small.  It happens through bullying, through invalidation of our experiences, when we are dictated to and made to feel we cannot be ourselves.  It happens within our families, our social groups, school, employment – basically wherever we have interpersonal relationships.  Over time, we build resiliency and some can rise above these experiences.  But there are those experiences where one can never escape – no matter how hard they try to grow above and drown out the toxicity from others. 

Our world of social media lends us to being made small and making others small very easily.  Some of the things I have seen over social media sites, blogs and forums is enough to want to close my door and never venture outside because the venom and putridity is just so immense.  Luckily, I know this is not how all people are but it is sickening to know people have ended their lives as a result of cruel and unnecessary toxic words from strangers.

And there it is.  Words.  The way we communicate with others is so important.  The words we use, the way we use them can have such a damaging impact on another’s life.  Adoption is no exception.  Look at the industry speak towards (usually young and single) women who are expecting a baby.  It is engineered in order to make a woman feel a certain way until she believes their message – that she is not enough for her child.  This is done in such a covert way that whilst pregnant, a woman will believe she is loved and cared for by her agency and prospective adopters waiting to get her child.  It is only when it is too late that she realises their words and their real impact.  And then she is not only made small, but is destroyed.  Adoption is all about making someone who is vulnerable, feel so small they will be easily manipulated and brainwashed into doing the most unnatural thing in the world for a mother to do: part with her child. 

Even through the journey one is forced on once they have lost their child to adoption does not enlighten, encourage or lift.  The adoption community will turn on their own if one dares to speak out of turn – mothers are often condemned regardless of how they come to lose their children.  This in turn reinforces the lesson they have learned – that they are small, nothing, nobody.  Who teaches these lessons?  Obviously, society and its lust for adoption and the false image projected making adoption out to be all rainbows and butterflies.  Obviously the adopters on forums, blogs and social media who pray for mothers to give away their babies or pray a newly widowed father will give up his daughter or condemn adoptees and mothers for speaking out about unethical adoption practises and experiences.  These are the obvious ones.  But I have also learned this through other mothers who have criticised me for not wanting to stay down in the gutter, for rejecting the notion of having a debt to pay.  How dare a mother feel she can be a person that needs to be respected as a human?  How dare she be anything other than on her knees being belted with shame?  How dare she turn the truth back on other mothers, adopters and adoptees?  Seriously, how dare she?  It is at this moment where she is betrayed by her fellow so-called “sisters” and adoptee supporters that the mother realises how very alone and diminished she is.  This hell is not only a place where the lesson is reiterated time and time again, but is expected.  Growing, trying to maintain balance in life and find happiness is not allowed here.  Doing so means betraying some sort of sick code that all mothers need to be punished. 

Being taught to be small is the backbone of adoption.   If mothers can feel enough, know they are enough and can shut out the agency lies, adoption, particularly infant adoption, could start to decline.  The role of mother is supposed to be sacred, however this most sacred, precious role is diminished into nothing through the act of adoption.  It takes what is natural and turns that into something to be reviled in order to fill a lusty desire of strangers.  Adoption agencies, some PAP’s and the majority of adopters I have met and encountered over time, are the masters of teaching the “small” lesson.  If taught successfully, they will walk away with what they want and so they have perfected it over time and the effects have been catastrophic in terms of how many families have been destroyed.

This world needs less masters of teaching small and more uplifters and encouragers.  We need more who will look at the bigger picture and not just at what they feel entitled to.  We need more art and those who appreciate the art of others, in our world.  

"Be an encourager.  The world has plenty of critics already" - Dave Willis