Sometimes

Sometimes you come across a post that makes you write a post...

Some people will say that this is no different than giving birth to a child that they won't know first. The problem with that way of thinking is that you really do know that child... You carried it for 9 months and bonded with every little kick and hiccup that they put you through. They bonded with you...they heard your voice...they shared your blood...your nourishment... No doubt in my mind that the 2 of you knew everything about each other. An Adoptee can't have that.
I feel like my Adoptive parents' would relate to having been given whatever baby came to them in the lineup. I was not their choice, I was the one that was next in line to be handed over to them. I sure wasn't the best fit...I was so different from them than what they expected me to be. As I look back at my childhood (as best as I can) I see no similarities with this family that the government thought would be mine.
So sad that this practice of adoption is still taking place in our society. You would think that someone could hear us, the Adoptee's that are loud about expressing our story. Our stories should matter...we have had to live, and survive them first hand. There is no one on this planet that can understand adoption better than an Adoptee...NO ONE!!!