He began the conversation, “If you want to have a relationship with your mother and I, you need to go to counseling.”
It’s as if adoptees’ stories are so shameful they are to be kept a secret.
Side by side, they are a glimpse into the past and future.
It feels as if the weight is inescapable and the darkness beneath it, blinding. Slowly, it’s suffocating you.
No matter how hard we try to make others happy in the way we speak or how we act, we continue to feel lonely and unloved.
I fell to the ground in shock. My girlfriends and I stared at each other in horror and helplessness. What were we supposed to do now? How did this happen?