here’s a chance to have a great time reading an in depth analysis of me.
Adopto-moron talks about Addie, Jesus, and lots of other things she has no idea about.
You’ll also be treated to some really great church music.
Here are some highlights…..
How do we know? And then what should we do about it? Does all of this matter in the “big picture” of life? I’m realizing that there is a lot of controversy surrounding this topic . . . . and there a many adult adoptees who did not have that “wonderful” experience that we all strive to accomplish when we, as parents, decide to build our family through adoption. I discovered this blog yesterday, and it broke my heart. And, having raised my own four biological children before adopting Gracie and Annie, I know that biology guarantees nothing. Some children, adopted and non-adopted, grow up feeling safe, secure, loved, and cherished . . . . . and others, oftentimes in the same family and experiencing exactly the same parenting style, grow up angry, disillusioned, and frustrated with the world.
Luckily my a-parents style was much different than yours, honey.
BTW, I’m not frustrated with the world, just your little ruffly corner of it. Did you even read my blog, or just the post about that Chapman dork?
I think that sometimes people who grow up as adoptees, assume that everything in their life that was or is negative, would be different if they just hadn’t been adopted by THESE parents, or that everything would be better in their life if they hadn’t been adopted at all.
Good that you’re thinking, but you’re wrong. I’m sure you’re used to that. Actually my life’s pretty positive. I never said my a-folks were bad parents. In fac, if you read as well as you “think” you’d know that.
Has anyone ever done the assume thing with you? You know when you assume you make an ass out of you and me? Ever heard that? Guess not.
Life is difficult, no matter the circumstance.
No shit, Sherlock.
I realize there are specific issues that revolve around adoption . . . . .
Yes, and the Earth revolves around the sun. Good thinking there genius.
I was adopted by my step-father at the age of five. And I met my biological father once, when I was 17, and when I could not do what he needed me to do for him, he sent me away and I’ve never heard from him since. I don’t even know if he is still living.
Are you projecting your bad adoption experience onto me? Sure looks like it.
And we need to have great compassion for those who have suffered heartache from their experiences of adoption.
I’m really try here with you. Next time you might let me know you’d linked to me, it makes me feel much more compassionate, since we’ve established you need that.
Perhaps they will talk with me, so that I can learn how recognize the kinds of issues that cause life-long frustration and resentment. I’m an optimist!
Good for you. The world loves an optimist. Now go optimize on somebody else.
Because many children who are adopted are there because the birth parents loved them so much, that they were willing to suffer the heart break of allowing their children to leave them for a better life.
There you go assuming again, ass out of you and me, remember?
You obviously have no idea what my story is, so shut the fuck up. You stupid know it all repressed little piece of brainlesness.
It’s a serious discussion, but one which me must enter into. Adoption is about a life, a very precious individual, and we must always remember that.
Yeah it is a serious discussion and you’re obviously not ready to have it. You might try preparing yourself before you attempt to engage in a discussion next time.
I hope my haters have enjoyed this little interlude. I sure know I have.