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The Quote

 While reading a blog by an adoptee I ran across this quote: "I love my adoptive parents and I hate that I was adopted." 

I don't know why the harsh simplicity of that statement spoke to me so strongly but it literally stopped my eyes on the page. I reread and reread it. There it is. All the complexity of adoption in one simple sentence. All the beauty and pain; love and fear; the lived journey and missing holes; simply, the truth.

After clicking on this author's bio I read an entire post about Adoption Loyalty. It spoke about how the adoptee fears loss to such an extent that he/she will fake being okay about his/her adoption in order to avoid displeasing the adoptive parents. When adoptive parents pretend all is okay then the adoptee must also pretend or fear being rejected again. So well written and powerful. I've read a lot about adoptees rejecting their parents but never before have I seen a lengthy essay about this painful form of loyalty. 

Thing to mull over. Sometimes my late night obsessive reading about adoption is a good thing.

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