tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10687026473567138102024-03-13T13:35:05.956-07:00Yoon's BlurExploring human experience & identity beyond the adoption boxMilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.comBlogger294125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-78611924791823939112011-08-05T08:35:00.000-07:002011-08-07T03:36:45.848-07:00Farewell to Yoon's BlurSo, I know I just said I was going to take a break. But I have decided that, yes, it is time to go.<br /><br />No more "breaks." This is it.<br /><br />In light of all the "breaks" I have been taking recently, I finally realized that I am just not motivated to blog here anymore. Yoon's Blur feels like a pair of shoes that no longer fits quite right. Walking in them feels arduous and cumbersome.<br /><br />I'll still be blogging occasionally over at <a href="http://daughterslost.blogspot.com/">Lost Daughters</a>. And you might be able to find me hanging out at Wordpress in a different pair of shoes. But I'm done here.<br /><br />I will keep Yoon's Blur up, so if you happen to be stumbling upon this blog for the first time, please feel free to dive in and see what you can dig up. But no new content will be added.<br /><br />I have appreciated all the readers, your commentary and insights, even when we have not agreed.<br /><br />I am certainly not the same person I was when I first started blogging here. And although this is my final blog post here, for better or for worse, I will never be done in my journey as an adoptee.<br /><br />Thank you everyone for reading. I wish you and your families all the best.Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-52760258083197504642011-08-02T09:43:00.000-07:002011-08-02T09:47:50.353-07:00On strike indefinitely...Just fyi, I'm on strike [again] indefinitely. Can't take it. Too much going on, and I just don't want to be an adoptee anymore. Don't want to care anymore. Don't want to be affected so profoundly by it anymore. Runaway into oblivion where I can just forget that adoption crapola ever bothered me. To use a cliche and hammy metaphor, I feel like Neo in The Matrix, but sometimes I want to be that other guy, what the heck was his name? The guy who betrayed everyone to get plugged back in...Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-23448855047601934102011-07-14T05:00:00.000-07:002011-07-14T05:00:13.605-07:00Quotes from Adult Adoptees<p style="text-align: left;">Excerpted from the blog post, <a href="http://exiledsister.wordpress.com/2011/07/07/whats-the-point/">"What's the point?"</a> by Mei-Ling at her blog, <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://exiledsister.wordpress.com/">Exile of Xingnan</a>:<br /></p><p style="text-align:left;">Because yes, “<em>the desire of a woman wanting to be a parent overrides the validity of a woman who can’t support her child.</em>” Because everyone is selfish in adoption, and no one does anything solely for charity (much like the real world). I’m not saying their selfishness is wrong – I’m saying it’s seen as more valid than those who do <em>not </em>get what they want. If people want to adopt, unless they don’t pass the requirements their desire for adopting won’t be any less. They will still adopt, and it will be seen as more valid than those who are left behind, those families of origin who want their families.</p> <p style="text-align:left;">That’s the point. There is no balance. There is no change. All the cycle <em>does</em> is continue.</p> <p style="text-align: left;">That’s why I’m starting to think adoptive parent allies wouldn’t work.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align:left;"><br /></p>Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-56147990415716098172011-07-12T13:55:00.000-07:002011-07-12T14:03:02.118-07:00"Use your privilege, I won't be a kid forever"<p><strong><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">For any last minute takers, <a href="http://johnraible.wordpress.com/about-john-w-raible/">Dr. John Raible</a>, an adult adoptee and adoptive parent, is doing a webinar, "Adoptees as parents," hosted by the group, <a href="http://www.aha.mn/">Adoptees Have Answers</a>. Here's his own description of the webinar that will take place tomorrow:</span><br /></strong></p><p><strong>I promise you, this presentation will be thought-provoking, if not controversial.</strong> I will share my latest thinking about the sometimes tense relations between adoptees and parents, and the advantages of being a parent AS an adoptee. I’ll also be discussing strategies for how parents can take on ally behaviors from a social justice perspective. And I’ll address how we adoptees need allies, and why they are so hard to find. Together we will explore: <em>Can parents really be allies to their adopted children? What is an ally anyway?</em></p> <p>Sounds like fun, huh? So if you haven’t already registered, now is the time! <a href="http://www.aha.mn/webinars-cds/aha-webinars/">Click here.</a></p>Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-80604098386421252852011-07-12T05:00:00.000-07:002011-07-12T05:00:08.403-07:00I give up: "Disaster Highlights Plight of Japanese Orphans"<h1><br /></h1><h1><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,2081820,00.html?hpt=hp_t2">Disaster Highlights Plight of Japanese Orphans</a></span></h1><br />Honestly, there are times I just want to choke and give up.<br /><br />It's all so stinkin' complicated, and my brain and heart just feel like they're going to explode when I read articles like the one above.Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-81316291909676782542011-07-11T07:35:00.000-07:002011-07-11T07:37:09.229-07:00Family or care? I want to explore this question.Please chime in on <a href="http://angryadoptivemom.blogspot.com/2011/07/family-or-care-i-want-to-explore-this.html">this discussion</a> with your perspective, particularly if you grew up in foster care/institutional setting, are an adoptee, and/or work/have worked in a social work or institutional setting. It's a worthy & complex discussion that demands insight from all parties involved. I, myself, am very interested to hear what you all have to say regarding Margie's question.Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-73548030971834931832011-07-07T11:26:00.000-07:002011-07-07T11:33:57.773-07:00New adoption law puts family preservation first<span style="font-style: italic;"><br />"National Assembly passes law reform bill reflecting the voices of adoptees, birth parents and single moms"</span><br /><br />To read what <a href="http://justicespeaking.wordpress.com/">Jane Jeong Trenka, TRACK President</a>; <a href="http://www.hanyang.ac.kr/user/teacherDirect.action?gaeinNo=A040317&viewHakgwajojikCd=H3HGLF">Tammy Ko Robinson, Professor, Hanyang University</a>; <a href="http://www.adopteesolidarity.org/">Kim Stoker, ASK Representative</a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span> </span>wrote in response to the new adoption legislation in Korea,<span style="font-style: italic;"> click <a href="http://english.hani.co.kr/arti/english_edition/e_editorial/486303.html">here</a>.<br /></span>Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-41563037494967713122011-07-06T05:00:00.000-07:002011-07-06T05:12:44.741-07:00Oh when the saints come marching in...<div>(I actually wrote this in 2010, about a year ago, but never published it...since I'm low on time these days, I decided what the heck, I'll go ahead with it...for those of you who might have noticed, I accidentally published it a couple days ago under the original date...)<br /><br /></div>Don't get me wrong, I appreciate Adoptive Parents who work as allies to adoptees.<div><br /></div><div>I appreciate those who are willing to admit to and face the harder realities of adoption. I appreciate AP's who educate not only themselves but others about the pitfalls and flaws. I am glad for those who are not too timid to speak up on behalf of adoptees.</div><div><br /></div><div>And yet, as I surf the adoption community blogosphere, something that stands out to me repeatedly is how much attention and focus are given to Adoptive Parents. Not only is there a high volume of traffic on these blogs, but they're the ones to whom other adoptive parents turn, always the ones presenting and speaking at adoption conferences and the like, always the ones whose two cents are valued like gold...</div><div><br /></div><div>And to a certain degree, rightfully so.</div><div><br /></div><div>But what bothers me is not that adoptive parent blogs thrive in massive numbers or that adoptive parents are presenting and speaking at conferences--but that adult adoptees are not equally represented.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's not about jealousy, folks. Please. It's about that ever-present imbalance, neglect, ignorance--whatever you want to call it--that favors, turns to, addresses, focuses on the Adoptive Parent over the Adoptee.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know a lot of great adoptive parents. Their level and depth of understanding and insight comfort and inspire me. </div><div><br /></div><div>But they are not <i>my </i>voice. They are <i>not</i> the ones I want representing me as an adult adoptee. I want to represent me. I want other adult adoptees to represent me, to represent themselves.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, AP's know what it's like to be an <span style="font-style: italic;">adoptive</span> <i>parent</i>. But Adoptive Parents will <i>never</i> know what it's like to be an Adoptee (unless, of course, they happen to an adoptee who has also adopted...). </div><div><br /></div><div>When it comes to how adoption affects the adopted person, when it comes to the adoptee psyche and experience, when it comes to what life is like as an adoptee on a daily basis--in school, at work, in the grocery store, out at a restaurant, etc.--Adoptive Parents are <i>not </i>the experts. They're simply not the ones with the expertise who should be educating each other on what adoptee life is like, about the realities of adoption, and its effects on the adopted person.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not that they can't learn and therefore, become allies to adoptees and to a certain degree advocate and educate. But the fact that adoptive parents are the ones tapped on the shoulder when it comes to educating others or speaking to others or addressing the media's questions, etc., etc. just makes me more than a little frustrated.</div><div><br /></div><div>And it's not like this subject hasn't been addressed before. I'm not the first to recognize it or blog about it. </div><div><br /></div><div>But when the heck is it going to <i>CHANGE</i>?</div><div><br /></div><div>When will adult adoptees finally be recognized as the voices to which to listen? When will adult adoptees finally be the primary educators when it comes to the adoption experience. When will adoptive parents take the back seat and stop driving the vehicle?</div><div><br /></div><div>Why is it so maddeningly difficult to make our voices, as adult adoptees, not only heard, but established, and not as some cutesy, tear-jerker speaker, but as a valid, serious, primary expert on the adoptee experience? </div><div><br /></div><div>It doesn't matter what we do--whether we get angry or get nice, whether we scream or we cry, whether we speak softly or harshly--we're still patronized, not taken seriously, treated like children, heard but not listened to, acknowledged but only in a superficial, condescending way--like patting a child on the head and saying, "There, there, now..."</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm so stinkin' tired of always trying to get out of the shadows. I'm so tired of trying to prove that our voices are valid, are worthy, are necessary.</div><div><br /></div><div>It makes me want to stab my eyes out. Okay, sorry, that's a bit extreme.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, seriously.</div><div><br /></div><div> Those AP's who happen to stumble upon or read an adult adoptee blog once or twice every month or so are lauded as progressive--patting themselves on the backs.</div><div><br /></div><div>Puh-lease. Give me a break.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't mean to sound like an insensitive jerk. But I'm just feeling so fed up these days, and weary...</div><div><br /></div><div>But I'll keep chuggin' and pluggin' because my dang relentless nature won't let me do otherwise....</div><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-33414205331849529652011-07-03T05:52:00.000-07:002011-07-03T06:08:28.098-07:00Why tracking living kin is ethically necessaryFrom the blog, <a href="http://rileysinuganda.blogspot.com/p/vision.html">Rileys in Uganda</a>, Keren Riley shares in her post, <a href="http://rileysinuganda.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-hurt-hearts-heal.html">"For Little Hearts to Heal,"</a> about two siblings who had been removed from their mother and placed in institutional care for 15 months even though their father and grandmother are alive and desperately requested to care for them, but simply lacked the resources to retrieve them. (Please read the original post for the full context):<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">...the children's father visited the "orphanage" to see his children for the first time in 15 months and then he visited again today bringing along the children's Grandmother</span><span style="font-style: italic;">...I spent quite a lot of time with these two children in the early days and witnessed countless Western visitors wanting to adopt the little boy who always had a smile on his face. I would always tell them that he had a sibling and that would usually quickly turn them off the idea. Thank goodness nobody adopted them.</span>..<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">One of the biggest lessons I have learnt over the last few months is that not all children in "orphanages" are orphans, that they weren't all abused and unwanted</span>. There are many examples of miscarriages of justice going on in the "orphanage" business and unfortunately, business is what it often is. <span style="font-weight: bold;">If only "orphanages" started tracing these children's families and finding birth parents/extended family members </span>who were given the chance to look after them and love them, then the landscape of institutional care would look very different here.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">How can you say that these children's families don't want them, if nobody is even looking for them or giving them the chance?<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-20807792147159529232011-06-29T05:00:00.000-07:002011-06-29T05:00:16.690-07:00I take it personally<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">[Originally written on 4.19.2010]<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">This past weekend, I visited with an adoptive parent group and a group of mentors about my adoption experience. I was very refreshed by their openness and their willingness to listen. It is uplifting and consoling to know that their are people out there who want to get it, who are willing to open their minds and hearts to take the time to educate themselves. High five. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">When I encounter parents and others who are so willing to make efforts to learn and to understand, it also makes me question why there still remain so many parents and people in general who refuse to do the same. It's comparable to, say, the well-known fact that driving while drunk is incredibly hazardous and potentially fatal not only for the drunk driver but for those on the road with him or her--but people, against their better judgement, still choose to drive drunk anyway. Despite the statistics, people make the choice every day to get in a car while intoxicated. They choose to ignore the very real and known facts and consequences of doing so.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">We're all human, and we've all made poor decisions, even when presented with sound knowledge that such a decision might result in harmful or detrimental consequences to ourselves and those around us. Yet the idea is that we hopefully learn enough from such mistakes to begin to humble ourselves in order to listen, even when we'd rather not, because we know that someone else might have wisdom that we do not.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I know I can sound like a broken record, but I repeat myself hoping that those who might doubt the insight that adult adoptees offer will eventually begin to listen.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', serif;font-size:85%;" >I think part of the reason I have such a hard time when I encounter adoptive parents who do not acknowledge the losses of being adopted and all the grief and pain that inherently accompany such losses is that I take it personally.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span">It’s not easy, you know, putting your heart out there. Discussing the difficulties I have encountered as an adoptee is not necessarily what I’d describe as a fun and heart-warming experience, especially when I encounter folks who seem to consider my experience an anomalous or unfair representation of the adoptee experience.</span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I take it personally, because it’s as though their refusal to acknowledge the reality of the trauma their child has experienced is a refusal to acknowledge the truth of the experience of all the adult adoptees that have been brave enough and vulnerable enough to shed light upon the otherwise neglected hardships of being adopted.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">It’s almost as though these people are calling me, and my fellow adoptees, liars.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span">With the abundance of adult adoptee blogs not to mention the myriad of resources available that educate and address the losses and unique issues faced by adoptees, I find it almost insulting and certainly patronizing when adoptive parents choose to turn a blind eye and believe their own ideas over what is actually true.</span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And it’s not as though I didn’t once think like some of these adoptive parents or the general public. If you had spoken with my fifteen year old self, or even a few years later had a conversation with my twenty-five year old self, you would have walked away thinking that I had no desire whatsoever to know my biological parents, and even more so that being adopted had caused me no harm or issue.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Despite what you may think, I did not always think the way that I do now. And the way I think now is not because I’m an apple that went rotten. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span">So, what happened? Why has my mindset changed over the years?</span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span">Er, well, first of all, I grew up—literally. This means my brain metamorphosed and developed dramatically, and hence my capacity to understand and process complex human thought and emotion </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span">eventually</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span"> developed with it.</span></span></span></span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span">As I have mentioned before, the capacity of a ten-year old versus a thirty-year old to process the implications of his or her adoption are literally developmentally and physiologically different.</span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span">Although the capacity increases with each year of development, the maturity to process it all takes years to develop.</span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span">I matured.</span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span">I allowed myself to think what had seemed unthinkable to me before. I allowed myself to feel what I had once believed was untouchable.</span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span">The other thing that happened is that I began reading research, studies, books, adult adoptee blogs that helped me realize that I was not crazy for feeling and thinking these things. Reading the books and blogs did not somehow change my mind, but rather helped me to understand what I was already feeling.</span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span">I didn’t conjure these thoughts and emotions up from some imaginary place. They were always within me, but buried and latent like a dormant volcano.</span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span">It’s true each adoptee responds to his or her adoption in his or her own way. Certainly, we are not cookies made from a cookie cutter. But there are basic truths that characterize the adoptee experience—and one of those crucial, fundamental truths is the truth of loss, and all the grief and pain that comes along with it.</span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span">Why is that so hard for parents and family, friends and strangers to acknowledge this?</span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-25309628642035013882011-06-25T05:00:00.000-07:002011-06-25T05:00:01.547-07:00Quotes from Adult Adoptees<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"And as unique as this circumstance is, is it where we really want to dwell? Forever agitated? I want a normal life. I had a somewhat normal life, only I was unaware of what was causing me pain. Now that I’m aware, I want that life back, knowing it will be a richer, more informed life. While I will never deny that I’m adopted, It doesn’t mean I want/need/should-have-to live in Adoptoland."</span><br /><br />-girl4708, <a href="http://gyopo.wordpress.com/2011/06/09/fatigue/#comments">"fatigue,"</a> at her blog, Hello Korea!<br /></div>Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-71734617262621421942011-06-23T05:00:00.000-07:002011-06-23T05:00:13.596-07:00Lost Daughters: Visit This New BlogStop by this new group blog, <a href="http://daughterslost.blogspot.com/">Lost Daughters</a>, where <a href="http://daughterslost.blogspot.com/p/authors.html">female adult adoptees</a> (including myself) share our thoughts and experiences regarding adoption.<br /><br />Excerpted from <a href="http://daughterslost.blogspot.com/p/about-this-blog.html">"About this Blog"</a>:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We are female adult adoptees. We bring to you our thoughts and experiences as people who live adoption each and every single day, spanning ages from 20's to mid 60's. We come from a variety of walks of life, world views, religious views, political views, as well as types of adoption, countries of origin, and countries we currently reside. We cannot claim to be completely inclusive of every adoptee woman who lives adoption--how can we? Every adoptee is a unique individual with their own thoughts, experiences, and story to tell. But we try our best to bring you a variety of experiences with the near 20 adoptee authors we have blogging here. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> While we are all different, we share at least one thing in common: we are all daughters, lost to adoption.</span>Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-6179211737696321282011-06-22T05:00:00.000-07:002011-06-22T08:50:56.869-07:00Hamster in a Wheel<p>At times, it starts to feel like we as adoptees are hamsters in a wheel--thinking we're getting something done, but in reality getting nowhere, and in the meanwhile, folks are watching our every move sometimes for research, other times for what they call enrichment, and still other times for a form of educational entertainment, not unlike a reality TV show (and I don't make that comparison in a complimentary way).</p><p>But what can I say? In part, I open myself up to it--no one is forcing me to blog my heart out. I do it of my own accord. However, I will say that, of course, I did not choose to be an adoptee. And if I could un-choose it, I would.<br /></p><p>It's this odd contradiction--I both despise and embrace being the hamster. Aka, I both despise and embrace being an adoptee. I despise it, because if I had a choice, I'd choose not to be an adoptee. But because I can't not be an adoptee, I choose to embrace it--that is, to a certain degree.<br /></p><p>I embrace it as much as I'm willing to talk about it via blogs and the cyber world. But in "real life"--every day life outside of this cyber world adoption community--it's almost like my secret identity. I rarely talk about it to a soul, but I FEEL it every day, I DEAL with it every day.<br /></p><p>Another part is that I simply don't want to be "the adoptee." I am an adoptee, but I am not ONLY an adoptee. And yet, there is this constant tension of wanting the hardship and pain of being an adoptee to be recognized and acknowledged and yet also wanting it to be forgotten.</p><p>I both want to belong and not belong. I feel dizzy even trying to explain the constant back and forth and tug-of-war that takes place in my mind.<br /></p><p>As I wrote in an email to a fellow adoptee:</p><p> <span style="font-style: italic;">To add to that for me personally, I'm also still generally insecure, even at 36 years old--I still never assume or believe that anyone would even want to know me...So, a lot of the time I don't attempt to initiate, because I often feel that doing so would be adding a burden to that person's life...furthermore, I loathe being boxed in or identified with any one particular label, and yet I also long to "belong" in some small way...if I've figured anything out about my adoptee experience, it's that it's full of contradiction...</span></p><p>As I share thoughts and experiences like the ones above, I know I often direct them to adoptive parents. I think in part I do this, because I think they need to know--because, well, their kids are going to grow up to be adults who just might think critically about their adoptions one day.<br /></p><p>I know AP's can feel a lot of pressure from adult adoptees, but adoptees feel just as much pressure, if not more, to perform and be a certain way. I figure the least an AP can do is give an ear to adult adoptees. Maybe that's presumptuous. But, hey, if it's not presumptuous to assume that a child would want to be removed from his or her birth country and people to live in a foreign country among foreign people with a set of strangers...</p><p>...Not that one presumption justifies another--exactly, I think you get my point...<br /></p><p>But setting aside AP's and other adoption community members, really I wish your every day person would listen. I wish the every person I encountered could read adult adoptee blogs so that conversations like the following didn't feel so laborious and uncomfortable:</p><p style="font-style: italic;">"Is your mom Korean?"</p><p>"Uh, well, no, yes, I mean [oh crap, here we go], uh, [awkward smile] I'm adopted [inward rolling of my eyes at myself for still fumbling and not knowing how to handle this question]."</p><p style="font-style: italic;">"Oh, really."</p><p>"Yeah, but I reunited with my Korean family two years ago--"</p><p style="font-style: italic;">"Oh. But your adoptive parents are your REAL parents, RIGHT?"</p><p>"Oh, right, yes, of course [churning, sinking feeling in my gut]. I mean, well, I see it as I have four parents, or well, six or seven if you count all my in-laws, but really it's very complicated, it's hard, it has been quite a journey--[cut myself off, I'm such an idiot, why do I even bother?]"</p><p>Gah.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></p><p>Chances are, though, even if your average person was to read this, he or she might still shrug shoulders and say, "Huh?"<br /></p><p>But I guess it would be the effort and thought that would count for something--comprehension would be like the cherry on top...or really, maybe more accurately, it would be like finally getting to eat my spaghetti and sauce with a fork in my hands instead of with my mouth while my hands are bound behind my back. That's messy and hard to do--you get up from the table even hungrier and more frustrated than when you began...</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-2732504991025162362011-06-11T07:00:00.000-07:002011-06-11T07:00:05.965-07:00Quotes from Adult Adoptees<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Adoption is like a gift that is unasked for." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">-Mei-Ling, <a href="http://exiledsister.wordpress.com/2011/06/08/would-they-want-this/">"Would They Want this"</a> at her blog, Exiled Sister</span><br /></div>Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-14784963200187271762011-06-10T06:25:00.000-07:002011-06-10T06:30:53.775-07:00This Sucks: G'OAL losing government funding<h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><br /><span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}"></span></span></span></h6><h6 style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}">G'OAL is getting cut off at the legs if not completely dismembered. This is incredibly disillusioning and makes me more than irate. Go Korean government. How I love to hate you:</span></span></h6> <h3 style="font-style: italic;" class="post-title entry-title"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://angryadoptivemom.blogspot.com/2011/06/goal-closes-its-doors-what-can-koreas.html">G.O.A.'L closes its doors: What can Korea's Ministry of Health and Welfare be thinking? </a></span></h3><h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}"><br /></span></span></h6>Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-53641560080223893022011-06-09T09:34:00.000-07:002011-06-09T11:29:23.361-07:00Evolution of an Adoptee: From Certainty to AmbivalenceAs an adoptee my perspective of adoption, and international adoption in particular, has evolved drastically, albeit slowly, over the past several years.<br /><br />I don't view adoption like I used to view it.<br /><br />In my earlier years, I was basically a "poster child" for adoption. I would speak at adoption agency functions or at churches touting adoption--I would tell my story to pull on the heartstrings of the hearers--tears would trickle down cheeks--hoping that they would respond by wanting to adopt internationally.<br /><br />Now I feel sick to my stomach when I think about the way I allowed myself to be used.<br /><br />I'm not necessarily saying that agencies or churches purposely or manipulatively "used" me, but I will at least say that on certain occasions I was coached on what to say and how to say it. I was specifically told to edit out parts during which I spoke about my difficulties as an adoptee. Eventually, I learned simply to self-edit out the "darker side" of my adoption experience when I spoke at these functions.<br /><br />And that makes me feel even more gross.<br /><br />As I have forced myself to think critically about my adoption experience, my ideas about adoption have certainly evolved from positive to ambivalent. And as this evolution has taken place, I find my adoptee identity not as fully embraced by those who once embraced it, whether fellow adoptees or adoptive parents or friends and family. But I have learned that I can only accept this--it's inevitable, at least at this point.<br /><br />The major point of divergence with many of these folks is my stance on international adoption. When it comes down to it, I am not an advocate for international adoption any more. But I once was. And hence, subsequently, this has led to discord at times.<br /><br />My reasons for deciding to shift from "advocate" to "un-advocate" are complicated and many. And I have written soooo many posts trying to explain all the reasons, sometimes with success, other times to no avail.<br /><br />But to share yet another practical yet poignant reason--words from my Omma and Imo:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Thinking of my grandson, my eyes filled with a tear. As a mother, I should be there and help you recuperating but I can not. I'm really sorry...We can't speak each other's language so we can't talk on the phone..." -Omma</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"I'm really sorry for you and your mother. I can't imagine how hard it is to have each other in mind and miss each other for that long time. It's really sad that we can't call each other because we can't speak each other's language even if we miss each other so much..."</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">-Imo (maternal Aunt)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">[I received the above words via translation, </span><span style="font-style: italic;">obviously, </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> in letters written by my Korean mother and Aunt.]</span><br /><br />If the above words are not reason enough to make us question International Adoption, then there's no point even bothering to share the host of other reasons...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br />Yes, I used to speak with certainty about how "lucky" I was to be adopted. I used to say with certainty that I had no desire to seek out my Korean origins and that being adopted had no ill effects on me or my life. And I said it all while smiling sincerely, because at the time I meant it all.<br /><br />But, then, I had to go and peek inside that box, or open that door, or look over the wall...<br /><br />And now, I linger in ambivalence. Now, I weep and hurt over the mess that adoption forces me to live.<br /><br />Although I have an amazing life on one side of the fence, on the other side, I live a life filled with a seemingly relentless grief, sorrow, and aching.<br /><br />Walking that fence is a balancing act to state the obvious--and I fall and crack open my head on almost a daily basis.<br /><br />But, I also get back up, wipe away the blood, and hop back onto the fence, albeit dizzy and whirling, because a decision to choose one life over the other feels false and deceptive.<br /><br />I will continue to evolve, no doubt. But I imagine it will be from one form of ambivalence to another. The only resolution I've come to expect these days is the resolution that I'll never be resolved...Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-11401383503054120032011-06-07T16:15:00.000-07:002011-06-07T16:27:29.462-07:00Quotes from Adult AdopteesI am mega short on time these days. And my blog shows it.<br /><br />My brain and emotional energy are running low these days. So, I'm going to siphon off some from others.<br /><br />Hence, from time to time, I want to share "Quotes from Adult Adoptees." These quotes will come from emails, conversations, blogs, etc. (I may also at times share quotes from other members of the "adoption constellation.")<br /><br />Here's the quote:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;">"One of the biggest issues I had with my parents was that they were making a truly vanguard choice in going that route... & then they promptly forgot [how convenient for their WASP-y asses!] that they had effectively bought two little Asian kids & painted them - via naming conventions & pure, unadulterated hope - white, & assumed no one else would notice the incongruity."</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">-Katie, Korean Adoptee<br /><br /><br /></span>Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-37474584550890503382011-05-24T13:12:00.000-07:002011-05-24T14:04:22.264-07:00“Would You Have Expected Your Parents To Fork Over $10,000?”Blogger Mei-Ling wrote this post, <a href="http://exiledsister.wordpress.com/2011/05/24/would-you-have-expected-your-parents-to-fork-over-10000/"><span style="font-size:100%;">“Would You Have Expected Your Parents To Fork Over $10,000?”</span></a> in response to a discussion that ensued regarding my recent post, <a href="http://yoonsblur.blogspot.com/2011/04/ugly-truths.html">"The Ugly Truths"</a>.<br /><br />She answers this question with perfect insight and precisely puts to words what I have been trying to figure out for years but never could:<br /><br /><strong style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Yes, I am selfish enough that I wish my adoptive parents would have wanted to hand over the money so that I could have stayed with my family.</span></strong><span style="font-style: italic;"> Call me insane, crazy, insensitive, incredulous. But while I intellectually understand one side of the issue (forking over $10,000 being unreasonable), I take the other side on this issue to heart, as it is so very personal."</span><br /><br />Please read Mei-Ling's whole post for the entire context (and "The Ugly Truths," if you have not already).Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-60295763244231585672011-05-23T10:41:00.000-07:002011-05-23T13:29:26.032-07:00We wanted to "grow" our family?Okay, for years now, I keep hearing this from adopters or prospective adopters--the whole, "we wanted to grow our family."<br /><br />What does that even mean? I'm being serious. [Adoptive parents feel free to chime in and explain what you mean when you say this, because it truly baffles me--but also understand I still might not like it...]<br /><br />I honestly don't get it. And even more honestly, for some reason that I have yet to identify, every time I hear it, it makes me bristle and cringe. To again be quite frank, I hate the phrase. But I don't know why I hate it so much.<br /><br />Why does it bother me so much? Fellow adoptee bloggers and readers does it bother you at all when you hear this phrase, or am I the only one? And if it does bother you, do you mind sharing your reasons as to why it bothers you, because maybe that'll help me figure out why in the world I can't stand it?<br /><br />I often will have a gut reaction to something, but at times it takes a while before I can connect the emotional dots back to their originating thoughts. (The result of years of learning to suppress what I was actually thinking and feeling...)<br /><br />All I know is that the explanation of "we adopted not to save a child but to grow our family" just rubs me the wrong way, and yet I don't know why...<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Ok, and then, just another random thingy...<br /><br />When I hear people express all the reasons as to why family preservation programs and efforts won't or can't work in said country, I also bristle and get incredibly annoyed.<br /><br />Can't, can't, can't.<br /><br />Anything is possible. The wall in Germany came down. Helen Keller wrote some of the most beautifully descriptive essays I have ever read. Apartheid fell in South Africa. Segregation finally ended here in America. Man walked on moon.<br /><br />Now of course, Germany still deals with the scars. Helen Keller was still deaf and blind. South Africa still struggles. Racism is by no means eradicated from America. And there are still those who disbelieve the moon landing.<br /><br />But there are also still those who continue to press on--those who work to learn from the past in Germany, those who continue to seek out solutions to overcome deafness and blindness, those who struggle together toward healing in South Africa, those who fight to rise above racism, and those who actually can personally attest to their participation in moon landings from the crews on the ground to the crews in space.<br /><br />And besides, "can't" never got anyone or any nation anywhere.<br /><br />I've heard it said, "don't let what you can't do stop you from what you can do." I say don't say "can't" and watch what formerly impossible feats and tasks finally become possible.Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-63214388297630706832011-05-20T12:00:00.000-07:002011-05-20T13:59:23.465-07:00The Ugly Truths<span><span style="font-size:85%;">[I may be about to throw myself into some hot water with this post. I wrote it back in April but never posted it because, well, honestly, I was apprehensive to do so. I know some will disagree vehemently with what I have expressed below, but </span></span><span><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm not saying anything that hasn't been said before. </span></span><span><span style="font-size:85%;">And ultimately, life ain't about always agreeing but rather learning to somehow live peacefully among those with whom we differ...]<br /></span><br />Here goes...<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />What if every adoption agency transformed itself into primarily family preservation agencies that provided networks, resources, and services to help families stay together. Oh wait, that's crazy talk--<a href="http://www.slanteyefortheroundeye.com/2011/03/guest-post-business-of-adoption_29.html">you can't make much money that way</a>. They would</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> truly </span><span style="font-style: italic;">have to be nonprofit organizations that relied mainly on donations, fundraising, grants, etc. Oops.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">And families here wouldn't be able to have the sweet little "international" child they've always wanted and/or be the exemplary, trendy, progressive multi-cultural, multi-ethnic family they've always dreamed of.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh wait, you mean they could adopt a child out of the foster care system</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> here in the States</span><span style="font-style: italic;">? Oh, wait, you mean they want a baby or at least a toddler, and they want it to happen asap. I see. Oh, and they hear foster children in the U.S. have issues but kids adopted internationally are a lot more grateful and less problematic. </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh, I see. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">[Side note: I am learning more and more that adoption and foster care in America are less than ideal, to say the least, riddled with their own injustices, disparities, and inequities. But that's a whole other topic better addressed by those who live it: <a href="http://www.declassifiedadoptee.com/">The Declassified Adoptee</a>, <a href="http://realdaughter.blogspot.com/">Real Daughter,</a> or <a href="http://nutcookie.blogspot.com/">Life of Mom...After Loss to Adoption</a>, <a href="http://looneytunes09.wordpress.com/">I Was a Foster Kid</a> or <a href="http://sundaykoffron.blogspot.com/">To Tell Truth-Please Stand Up</a>]</span><br /><br />Look, I know not all adoptive parents that adopt internationally think this way--and not all AP's seek after a baby or toddler-aged child. But, a lot do. I know not all adoptive parents view children in foster care in this condescending way, but enough do. And I know there are some adoptive parents that adopt older children or children with "special needs." I realize that, I do.<br /><br />But that's not what I'm here to talk about, because the adoption world doesn't need more praise and justification. Adoptive parents don't need another adoptee singing their praises or telling them everything they're doing right. They don't need more pats on the back or handshakes or flattery.<br /><br />They, and the general public, need a reality check--a willingness to face and acknowledge the disparities, discrepancies, the injustices, inequities, etc. that carry the thriving adoption industry.<br /><br />No matter how you rationalize it in your mind to deny the truth, it will nonetheless remain the truth--that, yes, <span style="font-style: italic;">there is a relationship between adoption and child abandonment</span>. Some AP's have convinced themselves that the two are not connected--and yes, you have to <span style="font-style: italic;">convince </span>yourself of this, because the connection is otherwise obvious and undeniable (<a href="http://rileysinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-build-it-they-will-come.html">"If you build it, they will come"</a>).<br /><br />And before you assume that I'm oversimplifying matters, understand that as an adoptee caught between two lives, two families, two worlds, I can't afford to indulge in simplistic thinking--which means, YES, I realize it's complicated. I realize that <a href="http://yoonsblur.blogspot.com/search/label/socioeconomic%20factors">social, political, cultural, and economic factors ALL play a role in the root causes</a> that lead to child abandonment. But I'm not okay with folks using these factors as an excuse to say things like, "Well, we don't live in a perfect world, so international adoption is necessary," aka, that's just the way it is, and you can't change it.<br /><br />Bullhonky.<br /><br />Look these mothers in the face and tell them that. Look my Omma in the face and tell her you'd rather have given thousands of dollars to adopt me than to help build the social, cultural, political, and economic networks, resources, reforms, and services she needed to keep me and care for me.<br /><br />Change can happen, but not with apathy and indifference, not with excuse-making and rationalization, not with a mentality of entitlement that deems some more worthy than others based on perceived standards of wealth.<br /><br />There are people and organizations (<a href="http://www.childsifoundation.org/our-mission/">Child's i Foundation/Malaika House</a>, <a href="http://www.kumsn.org/main/?mid=kumsn_aboutus_mission">KUMSN</a>, R<a href="http://www.riverkidsproject.org/">iver Kids</a>, <a href="http://rileysinuganda.blogspot.com/">Rileys in Uganda</a> to name a few) that refuse to submit to the status quo of excuses and rationalizations that produce nothing but stalemate and compromise--and as a result, they're making a real difference to help families stay together. But the world desperately needs more.<br /><br />And I'm not the only one who gets this. There are actually adoptive parents who get this, too--who don't put up a wall or get defensive or self-justifying--because they have been willing to see and admit to their part, their role in perpetuating a system that favors the rich over the poor. They're not afraid to admit to their initial ignorance and do something about it. They don't need constant praise and adulation because they get that this isn't about them. They get that they're not heroes.<br /><br />Look, I realize adoptees' experiences run the gamut, and so also do the experiences of original mothers and adoptive parents. But that doesn't mean we ignore the truths deemed ugly in favor of the ones deemed pretty. The pretty ones receive plenty of positive attention and support. They're not in danger of being neglected and ignored.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Family preservation gets an aphid's share of the resources and attention while international adoption receives the lion's share. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>If we all want adoption to truly be ethical, we all have to be willing to not only face the realities but also to do something to change them, whether that something is small or large doesn't matter as much as having the willingness to do it honestly.<br /><br />The counter I hear most often is that we need to do something about the children currently in institutional care [duh]. First, read the preceding paragraphs again--meaning, get the idea that preventing children from ending up in institutions <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> doing something about it, and even better is <span style="font-style: italic;">preventing the development of and reliance on institutional care</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">all together by establishing strong family preservation programs instead.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Second, that "something" is always assumed to be international adoption.</span> It's true, there are children in institutions this very moment. But how about giving kinship care precedence--how about tracking extended family and attempting to resettle children with kin in their own countries? When that isn't possible, then how about developing the support and resources to establish local adoptions within the community?<br /><br />You see, there are <a href="http://yoonsblur.blogspot.com/2010/10/families-not-orphanages.html">alternatives to international adoption</a>, and they're even better in the long-term for the children, families, communities and nations as a whole. Rather than taking away their talents and gifts from their home countries and taking their home countries and origins away from them, why not help these children and communities to thrive locally?--so that international adoption can one day be a rare if not wholly diminished practice understood for what it truly is--a well-meaning but misguided and misinformed practice that has led to thousands upon thousands of children being uprooted and transplanted from <a href="http://yoonsblur.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-is-not-easy-to-care-about-pregnant.html">those who have not to those who have</a>...<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />As a related side note, how many of you would watch <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhbdhvFHtqc&feature=player_embedded">this video</a> or the one featured below, and say to yourselves, these children would have been so much better off if they had been adopted to America rather than remaining in Uganda--because in America they could live in a big house with nice floors and pretty windows and have nice things and receive a higher education and so forth and so forth?<br /><br />Now I'm not saying the situations in the videos are perfection, but they're progress and a step in the right direction...and at least these children were not shipped off like a novel commodity to live among a foreign people in a foreign land...<br /><br />If you're going to say "love is enough," then let it be so not only when referring to adoptive families but certainly when referring to the original families--rather than the double standard that so often prevails...<span style="font-style: italic;">that is,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">love is enough when adoptive parents adopt but not when an original mother facing poverty, shame, and ostracism wants to keep her child...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/V6gR9Q4AEOw" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"></iframe>Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com71tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-10589251746709060332011-05-17T10:36:00.000-07:002011-05-17T10:53:38.811-07:00Korean father looking for his son: Zachary K92-180 DOB Feb. 14 1992<p>Name: Kim Joon Su 김준수<br />Adoptive Name: “Zachary”<br />Adopted to the U.S. through Holt<br />DOB Feb. 14, 1992</p> <p>Pictured below at 8 and 9 months.</p> <p>Zachary,</p> <p>Your Korean father is looking for you. He did not know that you were sent for adoption and has been looking for you for years. Holt gave him these pictures and your first name, but not your last name. I have met your dad recently and he’s a really nice guy who works very hard. If this is you, please send an email to jjtrenka@gmail.com and I can translate a message for your dad and also give you more details.</p><p>* * *<br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;">For the entire post with photos click <a href="http://jjtrenka.wordpress.com/2011/05/17/zachary-k92-180-dob-feb-14-1992/">here</a> or title above.</span></p>Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-26438820479588269042011-05-10T11:08:00.001-07:002011-05-10T11:43:25.431-07:00Why I haven't been blogging much as of late:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQySkHVB3j6OqP2rQW2URiOaaR_QjZdqczZr9GaN-r9Mim7O_WAZQNPDPIWcWDeq7DnAIBOk7UaYrf-QxtM-0lnGbu4dMFCpdJMknpZ8gyjhxLVoDzKXnv4pCf0XadAiHd3mIvORku6Rn/s1600/DSC_0198.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr02mUAROc3kSG5K-uK-P7evrKo4axRehTVHqxJcwjC5cQBbFQWW4BHB7H8u1nvHrrXh_hbSKWdBQ2vpnONIBAYEb80WJEYhuLW59Dg-CD2IVSovsxrdb4ZscSK0UMQrGxOr9BXm6y4cyC/s320/DSC_0117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605158090985107858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFhTYdvhMYwhnEnzQaPqjhckMpATpqCdaAnV3k97NGJiyhxRZugRns1gCkFTC-wJ2tJV4okz6uHfV_RTinp9ZUXbhlYgtAVBIWGysMcmHi_1ETVCPesF-sPpK_snJLbIECGTIe4eivjCis/s1600/DSC_0173.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFhTYdvhMYwhnEnzQaPqjhckMpATpqCdaAnV3k97NGJiyhxRZugRns1gCkFTC-wJ2tJV4okz6uHfV_RTinp9ZUXbhlYgtAVBIWGysMcmHi_1ETVCPesF-sPpK_snJLbIECGTIe4eivjCis/s320/DSC_0173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605158114535956626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK6s-naZn3HK2W4lS9y8TGtp7ktzIdelrZXZjucA4gU0AWZFVbQXaiROdkWdBEvCq-Wz-Awbn_aLdMuMYUN-X8gi1-DIBoO5X5zPhtRH7PYXkj2i0gG0_cJY5oJzqVp03dXhKANYSavuq5/s1600/DSC_0117.jpg"><br /></a>The photos are explanation enough of why I have not been blogging much as of late. No doubt my hands, heart, and mind are full with getting to know one of the most amazing beings I have ever met. He makes me both weep and laugh like I never have before...Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-62329434595959115702011-05-09T13:18:00.000-07:002011-05-09T13:22:16.103-07:00I Wonder: Song and Music Video by a Korean adoptee searching for his motherI cut and paste the following from GOWE's explanation of his song and video:<br /><br />Ever since I discovered that I was adopted (at the age of 18), I've always wanted to write a song that captured my experience and gratitude toward my biological mother.<br /><br />After performing this song for the first time at Kollaboration Seattle I was able to partner with key individuals to turn the song into a music video.<br /><br />My hope is that this will one day reach my biological mother so that I could meet her. In a way, I feel like this is symbolically my 'message in a bottle' that I am casting into the ocean. Any help in sharing the video with your friends & family would be amazing.<br /><br />Thank you to everyone who was involved in the making of this video, God is good and I am truly blessed!<br /><br />- Gowe<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fXcblBDTAoQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"></iframe>Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-61259266362981529802011-05-04T11:34:00.000-07:002011-05-04T11:55:31.447-07:00Stories of Adult Transnational Adoptees and their American ParentsPlease consider participating in this research project, <span style="font-size:100%;"><a id="fw-titlelink" href="http://transnational-adoptee-parent-study.webs.com/">Stories of Adult Transnational Adoptees and their American Parents</a>, </span>led by a mother-daughter team of researchers.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a id="fw-titlelink" href="http://transnational-adoptee-parent-study.webs.com/"></a></span><div id="fw-head"> </div>There is a <a href="http://transnational-adoptee-parent-study.webs.com/survey.htm">survey for adoptees</a> and a <a href="http://transnational-adoptee-parent-study.webs.com/survey.htm">survey for adoptive parents</a>.<br /><br />I completed the survey for adoptees in approximately 30 minutes, give or take. I'm looking forward to following this research, and I hope that as many as possible will choose to participate, because this type of research is desperately needed--and the more that participate, the more helpful and productive the research will be.<br /><br />Feel free to pass the information along.<br /><br /><div><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;font-family:Arial;" >Website:</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:Arial;" > </span><a href="http://www.transnational-adoptee-parent-study.webs.com/" target="_blank"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline;font-family:Arial;" >www.transnational-adoptee-<wbr>parent-study.webs.com</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:Arial;" ></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;font-family:Arial;" >Facebook Page:</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:Arial;" > </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/Stories.Adoptee.Parent" target="_blank"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline;font-family:Arial;" >http://www.facebook.com/#!/<wbr>Stories.Adoptee.Parent</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:Arial;" ></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;font-family:Arial;" >Adoptee Survey:</span><a href="https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/Stories_Adult_Adoptee" target="_blank"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:Arial;" > </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline;font-family:Arial;" >https://www.surveymonkey.com/<wbr>s/Stories_Adult_Adoptee</span></a><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;font-family:Arial;" >Parent Survey:</span><a href="https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/Stories_Adoptive_Parent" target="_blank"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:Arial;" > </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline;font-family:Arial;" >https://www.surveymonkey.com/<wbr>s/Stories_Adoptive_Parent</span></a><br /><br /></div>Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068702647356713810.post-20555823052997763412011-04-29T07:00:00.000-07:002011-04-29T08:31:10.965-07:00When you think you understand, but you really don't...<div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(Yes, it's another dang long post...just think of it as getting a bargain for your buck...oh wait, this is free...well, then, it's an even better deal...)</span><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">I don't know what's more maddening and challenging to deal with--folks who don't understand and don't care to understand or folks who are convinced they understand but in reality don't understand at all. I've dealt with the latter frequently, and every time, I walk away feeling sick to my stomach, patronized, and dismissed. Nothing new of course, but nonetheless, hurtful and annoying.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Here's the thing, I do believe that through our collective sufferings we can work toward a certain level of understanding of others' sufferings. We can do our best to draw from our own lives to find experiences that help us to relate to or understand <i>better</i> the hardships and suffering of others, <span style="font-style: italic;">with a caveat</span>, though--to also recognize that to understand <span style="font-style: italic;">better</span> does not therefore mean we </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >know what it's like </span><span style="font-size:100%;">to live in someone else's shoes.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">As this relates to being an adoptee, it makes me insane when folks, especially adoptive parents, put up this wall of "Oh, you don't have to tell me, I <i>know</i>, I already<i> get it</i>, because I went through this or I went through that...so I know what it's like to be an adoptee..."</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Or I can't tell you how many times, folks who are older than I am, have patronized me with variations of this statement, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >"Well, when you get older and wiser, like me, you'll understand better, and adoption won't have the same effect on you that it does today. I mean sure, it will still be a part of who you are, but ultimately, you'll get over it..."</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Due to their own life's hardships they presume that they know how my adoption experience will resolve (whether that's even possible remains to be seen).<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Oh, really? Okay. Thanks for telling me how I'm going to deal with being adopted. I'm glad you know so well how to handle daily life as an adoptee. I'm glad you somehow know that being adopted is just like dealing with anything else in life.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Really?</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sure. Yes, sure. I'm sure that one day when I have to fill out papers at a medical office, I won't have to leave entire sections blank because I don't know my medical history (despite reuniting).</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Right. And I'm sure when I look at family photos and see this short Asian person among a sea of tall, Nordic looking people, I won't be reminded that I'm adopted...every...single...time.</span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">And I'm sure--despite the fact that every time someone asks me where I'm from or where my parents live, I'm reminded that I'm adopted--that one day, I'll just forget that I'm adopted.<br /><br />Certainly. And the fact that I'm constantly surrounded by people who look nothing like me and who assume that English is my second language and harangue me for not knowing Korean will one day no longer remind me that I'm adopted.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">I'll stop there, but the list goes on. I'm not playing the violin here, and I don't mean to sound acerbic (or maybe I do). And, as I've stated before, it's not a competition of who has claim to the most tragic sob story or who has suffered the most. I'm just trying to give some practicals to help folks see that being an adoptee affects every day life--and in ways that are unique to adoptees. I've written about it before several times--being an adoptee isn't just something that hangs out on the back burner, and it's not viewed by the general public accurately. It's constantly burning out in front of me, and I feel the heat all the time, even in the most mundane of activities that so many take for granted as uneventful and trivial.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Someone can make the most benign, seemingly unrelated statement or question that nonetheless reminds me and brings to the forefront the fact that I am adopted...and being in reunion actually emphasizes and complicates that fact even more so...<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>Are you visiting your family for the holidays? </i></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>Where are you from? </i></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>I'm just like my mom. I get it from my dad. </i></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><i>What are you going to name your son? I love kimchi. </i><i>Did your mom get really bad morning sickness when she was pregnant with you? </i><i>Oh, you're Korean, I lived in Korea for three years back in the nineties. How much did you weigh when you were born? How long was your mom in labor with you? Oh, I speak Korean. Does this or that run in your family? Who do you look like? Wait, you're mom is white, huh? That's not your brother! How long have your parents been married? Do you have siblings? Do you have a big family? Etc., etc.<br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >These questions are not wrong or insensitive. They're normal, generally harmless questions to ask. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">But that's exactly why they perfectly illustrate my point</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">-</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">-</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">f</span>or some adoptees, benign, everyday life can stir up deep emotions and responses that others might not anticipate or even bother to think about--not because others are careless per se, but because they're unaware, or simply indifferent or...they think they've got a grasp when they really don't.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />It irks me when folks come along, especially adoptive parents, proclaiming that they understand fully what it is to be an adoptee. My insides bristle when someone claims, "I myself completely understand and know exactly how you feel because I [fill in with perhaps somewhat related but completely different personal experience of speaker]."<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">What would be a more truthful and accurate response is "I think I can relate somewhat emotionally due to my life experiences, but ultimately I realize I'll never know what it is to be an adoptee."</span><br /><br />Look, yes, trying to gain understanding into the adoptee experience is a good thing. I'm not discouraging that. I'm not trying to create a Catch 22 for the non-adopted persons trying to connect with their adopted loved ones. I'm just making the point to please be honest and truthful about your understanding. We can tell when we're being patronized or when our feelings and experiences are being diminished. (And that obviously applies to a vast many other situations.)<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">And don't get me wrong, I appreciate when adoptive parents educate themselves and make efforts to understand. Doing so, I believe, is crucial and vital to the role of an adoptive parent. I want adoptive parents to inform themselves and do whatever they can to increase and deepen their understanding of the adoptee experience.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">But it's a bit troubling when an adoptive parent thinks she or he knows exactly what it's like to be an adoptee, because this has real consequences for their attitudes and behaviors toward their adopted children. When you think you already understand, when you think you've arrived, you don't seek out further understanding. You get complacent. You stop educating yourself. You stop challenging yourself. And you refuse to listen to others because you already believe you've got it all figured out.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It's a sad thing to me when someone does not understand because they already think they understand. People in this state of mind are often the most difficult to reach--not only when dealing with adoption matters but with anything in life. And I suppose, in a way, it's a form of hypocrisy and ultimately arrogance or pride.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">At least those who realize they don't understand and openly state that they have no desire to understand are not deceiving themselves. Yes, it still hurts when someone chooses indifference. But at least they know and you know, and there's always hope in the future that their hearts and minds may change, because they at least know where they stand.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">But for those who are blissfully ignorant yet believe themselves to be blissfully enlightened,</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>who already think they've got it all figured out, but actually don't? Well, honestly, I haven't figured out how to reach people like this other than to simply hope that with time something will bonk them on the head and turn on the light. And maybe I don't understand these types folks like I could...and that's just it--it boggles my mind that they choose to be so dismissive.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Until, then, I have to learn to be patient and manage my own emotions so that I don't become my own worst enemy or their worst enemy, because that wouldn't do a bit of good for anyone.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />Ultimately, when it comes to responding to and comforting loss and the associated grief and pain, it's often a lot more simple than folks make it.<br /><br />We don't need to be fixed...we don't need "wisdom" or a sincere but presumptuous attempt to provide "answers"...we don't need you to pretend to understand or to tell us these things happen for a reason...<br /><br />What we often need is what an adoptive mother alluded to in a comment to one of my recent posts, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >"...And maybe all my daughter will need on some of these occasions, all she'll want is to be held and listened to..."</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />That's it--simply and sincerely, heartfelt compassion and a listening ear. That's often all it takes.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Sometimes compassionate silence is the most understanding, validating response you can offer. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The most "right" thing you can do may simply be to listen.<br /></span></div></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I'm not looking for someone to fix me or give me all the answers they think I want or need to hear. I'm not a problem that needs a solution. I'm a human who needs sincere compassion and validation--not pity, and not charity.<br /><br />What I need is to be treated with respect as an intelligent, competent, mature adult--not some angry, bitter exception to the norm. And as a child, I needed the same, simply applied in a way appropriate for my development.<br /><br />Now, is that really too much to ask?<br /><br />Apparently, for some, the answer is "yes."<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div>Milahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14088039434355591753noreply@blogger.com7