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So while it seems important that the kids have their own stories, these stories had to begin with the stories of their birth mothers.
Next time you wonder why many adoptees search for their birth families and wish to to learn information about these families, remember that you are who you are because you have your own story. They are only searching for part of their story, a story that is important to their very identity.
Even though the author isn’t an adoptee, that’s a great way to put it
It’s good that whatshirface didn’t cop the typical bio spawn routes of “omg family is family not defined by blood!!!1 you’re just emotional” OR the equally oppressive and ableist bullshit that adoptees who don’t find our birth family are doomed to be “primally wounded” and more inclined to “craziness” and mass murder
The search is about reclaiming identity of which we were systemically robbed and decolonizing our selves. Simple and endlessly complex as that.
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There are still 5 days before my birthday, but I have to get this off my chest.
I hate my birthday.
Most of you guys are probably wondering what the fuck is wrong with me, so I will explain the best I can.
There are so many reasons why I have hate for this day, but I am only going to talk about one reason….
The main reason why I hate my birthday is because it is kind of like a big slap in the face, or a neon sign saying, “You are a year older and you still have not heard from your birth mother/this is the last day you were with your birth mother”
My birth mother has access to my contact information at the agency in Korea, but who am I kidding? It has been almost 16 years and she probably hasn’t even thought of reaching me.
Doesn’t she remember that I’m her baby girl? How could she push me out of her world, lying to her flesh and blood….
Why should we even be celebrating the day I was born?
I was a mistake, I shouldn’t be here. A fucking mistake.
I know a lot of people say that, but I was legitimately a mistake. I was an accident, I wasn’t suppose to be on this Earth… That is why I got sent to a foster home and put up for adoption, I wasn’t suppose to happen.
My birth mother would be a single mother, meaning she would get shunned by the society and we would be broke if she kept me. So everyone tells me it was for the best, and I am trying my best to understand and not hate her… but I am so close to just giving into the hate.
I feel like my birthday should just not exist, just like how I was supposed to be. Non-existent.
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I finally changed my email address to something that doesn’t have my adopters’ surname in it. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, but have always been too lazy to, because EVERYTHING on the internet is connected to that email address. But I bit the bullet, changed everything over, and I feel so much better.
One, because now I don’t have to continuously type that horrible name every time I need to log in somewhere.
Two, because that was the last shred of ties I had to my former life, the one that included them.
And three, because now the only way they could possibly get ahold of me is through phone. They don’t have my physical address or my email address, and that makes me feel great.
Glory & Decolonization. X
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the reason why i liked unbearable lightness of being
is because i related to a scene where the girl is looking at herself
in the mirror not out of vanity, but with a desperate effort
to see beyond genetics, heritage. to see her trueself beyond
her mothers face. desperate attempt to see her soul.
blood is thicker than water.”
—DAUL KIM, journal entry, 2009.
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