It seems like I'm the only adoptee on here that had the experience I had. My parents adopted me to be charitable (and as a twisted version of "keeping up with the Joneses") I was introduced to strangers as "our adopted daughter" while my brother was just introduced as "our son," and every time my parents were angry with me, my dad would start going off on how I should be grateful to them for pulling me out of the gutter in Atlanta, and how my "real mom" was a teenage **** and drug addict, and that if I wasn't careful I'd be just like her. Oh yeah, I was 4 months old when they got me. Also, my dad has a masters in psychology, and my mom majored in child development. I feel like this has messed me up pretty bad, and I wish I knew of someone who had similar experiences to talk to, but everyone I talk to seems like they had great childhoods with their adoptive families.
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