confessions of an adoptee:

1. Feeling like the outcast. At the age of six or seven, my siblings and I were placed in foster care. Sometime being in there resulted in me being in a foster home, which I was later adopted into. They assisted me on this journey, still emotionally and mentally neglected. Considering my whole world existed around my siblings and I.

I automatically felt like an outcast. Being in this home was quite emotionally and mentally exhausting. Traumatizing at that, they of course supported me in some ways, which I am grateful for. But the projection of their pain still fell on me. I would experience moments of invalidation of my existence.

As an adult now, I look back and see how I composed myself. How I was told to compose myself, based on the perception of another. This furthered the sense of disconnection I felt from the bodies I claimed as family.

2. Being adopted by another race and losing contact with your own.

3. Not knowing what family really means.

In three simple aspects that, with depth, cause extended pain, I had this thought in January 2022. Yet here I am, a twenty-five-year-old soon-to-be twenty-six.

I have learned that violations occurred

That there were acts in place to protect me in that child state.

I want to clarify, I knew it was wrong, just not the depth.

My experience was not small, and there are others who can compare, like my younger siblings, who had it worse.

Even then, the attempt to succeed in a world set up not to allow you is not a guilt.

Or shame, for that matter.

And my adoption is no less of an experience than what I clearly saw other children experience outside of adoption.

The point in this entry is that children never stopped getting abused simply because I was placed in the charts.

To extend the thought for reasons that will not be named here. I have proceeded in honoring the history of America. I believe we need proper education.

It is improper, even inhumane, to think you are above someone because of their history, even lineage.

And for that,

I determine my story.

If you would like more information on the petition, I have begun using my active case. Follow here:

Petition: Classification of Black Americans

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