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The best thing about being an orphan is…tricked you. There isn’t that much great about being an orphan. Contrary to what disney would like you to believe, there is no singing, dancing, or helpful forest creatures that join you in song as you go through your life.
It’s a lot of pain no one gets.
The only people who will understand what it means to be an orphan are those of us who are also “class bastards”—fucked over by adoption agencies that prevent us from finding our origins, fucked over by the foster care system who just sees us as numbers and statistics, “parents” who are abusive but get the clearance to adopt us anyways …the list goes on.
Class bastards, don’t give up and i won’t give up either. The odds are stacked against us but we are many. And together we are strong.
i’ve been procrastinating on studying for midterms by researching canonization and patronage, and i learned that St. Kateri Tekakwitha, the only canonized First Nations saint, is a patron saint of loss of parents. it’s probably because she lost her parents at the age of 4 to a smallpox epidemic, but i keep wavering between it seeming really fitting for Split Feathers in a way and it being a cruel joke of the Catholic Church
Damn, wouldn’t put it past them. The Catholic Church has instituted and overseen child trafficking in nearly every region they held power, with the most concentrated kidnappings definitely being in North America against First Nations peoples, and in continental Europe against Romani peoples.
The fact that I have to put my dad on FAFSA even though he doesn’t pay for my school anymore is precisely why I’m so damn broke all the time ;_;
I spent the first few years after I left my adopted family’s house only taking one or two classes a term because I couldn’t get her signature on her tax info for FAFSA. The first term that I had left, I tried to do things the usual way, but she refused to sign the papers unless I came back.
That’s so fucking infuriating. They really need to update their methods of calculating whether or not we can afford school.
They set that up and put an age limit of 24 because the assumption that mommy and daddy are paying for school up to that point is super convenient. They get to pretend people without parents, or with estranged parents, don’t exist and so they don’t have to give these nonexistent people money. You can tell the government you’re independent from your parents so you can file without their info, but it’s a lot of work, and pretty nonsensical for an adult to do. Meanwhile, they can explain away this gatekeeping by telling anyone who asks that it’s to keep rich people from cheating the system. Like they ever care about THAT.
the saddest thought I’ve had today is that I literally have to have headcanons about my biological mother and her life like she was a fictional character
People talk a lot about wanting to save foster children and adoptees from lives of pain and torment, but then you have foster kids being aged out on to the streets when they come of age, RAD therapy consisting of just plain beating us up, and half the film and television plots out there either romanticizing us, sentimentalizing us, or using us as villains with Freudian excuses. So the general public view us as grandiose at best if we talk about our lives, or as pathetic or evil. Sometimes all three at once. That’s not even talking about the fuckery of how we wind up in the system, I’m just talking about what happens once we’re in. If you want to help us, think beyond taking us into your homes. Think about the laws that fuck up our lives and about the people that exploit us or make claims about us so they can freely abuse us.
No lies. X
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