Adult adoptees speak

This post, Retrieving what is lost 40 years late, is amazing!

When I hear younger adoptees speak in pain about their adoptions, some of them specifically fraudulent, some just part of the wider picture of social injustice, I know I can’t be silent, I can’t just choose emotional self-preservation, I need to say something about how wrong it is to keep repeating this generation after generation and calling it beautiful. That you don’t necessarily save a child when you adopt them, you certainly don’t save their family (as a buyer you may in fact be a perpetrator of their heartbreak and life long loss), you don’t save the country from where they were born and it doesn’t stop cycles of poverty in poor countries. Saving children is about saving families, saving families is about enabling families to be independent and giving them skills as parents and providers, saving countries is about enabling its citizens so each successive generation can thrive. Taking their children does none of this.

It's long but well worth reading

arrghhhh!

When are we going to stop cooing over creepy gross colonialist savior narratives and start paying attention to what's really happening

Things of interest

I was really happy to see this post on The F Word: Being a young mum: representation and reality. I'm really passionate about supporting young and disadvantaged mothers and think its something that feminism all too often fails at,so its good to see a popular feminist site engaging with the issue

The interviewee actually sent me a link to her website when I was writing my adoptee/reproductive justice/family preservation blog and I'm really pleased that it is still up and running three years later


This post: Questions I’ve Always Wanted to Ask, which parodies the relentless and invasive questioning that adoptees get from real kids, made me laugh till i hiccuped!

Are you grateful you were kept? Does it make you feel special to know your parents made you right there at home, literally between them, and waited nine whole months for you and gave you their name–that you were literally created by and for them? Are you grateful you weren’t aborted? How does it feel to know you belong where you are, that at least two people made or changed their life plans, sacrificing countless unlived lives, just for you? Does it make you feel blessed like this non-adoptee I met once and this one my friend knows and this one in this magazine and this one on the internet?