Sam

That review makes me think, “well, now I wanna read it!”

*inspo porn

Damn I hate when I accidentally a word.

I was told by the agency it was a mistake, but I guess I’m not surprised if that’s a lie too. Sigh.

And then people act like we should be grateful they tried to connect us to it at all.

I feel robbed. I feel the loss of my culture and language so deeply it hurts. And trying to connect to it feels at once wonderful and painful.

And that’s where my head is swimming around today.

her joy for getting to eat her food again is showing what has been taken from her.

And this is what I keep circling around on recently about how culture is stolen from us. That any attempt to “give it back to us” or “make sure it’s in our lives” is to give us a piece of what was stolen.

My parents took me to maybe a handful of Korean cultural events when I was a kid. As much as I loved them, they also gave me a lot of anxiety and stoked my abandonment issues.

And I felt stolen from, because I shouldn’t have to go to cultural events to learn about Korea, it’s my culture.

Adoptee excited by cultural food TikTok video by rosaliefishers

www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8NHJcTv/

If you don’t wanna give them the views: (summary) white’s family takes Deaf Indian adoptee to get Indian food and films her incredibly excited reaction. Everyone in the comments thinks it’s so adorable and heartwarming.

processing and need to vent a bit about this TT (from last year) I saw today and all the comments on it.

The TT is of a transracial adoptee overjoyed to eat her food again.🥚

CW for video in next skeet: adoptee and a bit of disability inspo thrown in there too.

I wanna touch those little ices so bad!

I found out my parents weren’t divorced when they gave me go (they are now), and my birthday was incorrect. lol

Damn. People just told me I was short, but they never gave me career advice bc of it.

I’m Sam. I’m short. Should I have done comedy?

YMMV but I got the outcome I feared most and it hasn’t been as bad as I thought. My life hasn’t shaken apart. I wasn’t destroyed.

Not saying you should do it or not, but just saying I get that fear and this was my experience.

I did it a couple years ago, and the agency got no response from biomom and a flat out rejection from biodad. He said I didn’t exist, apparently.

I didn’t do it until I felt pretty secure in myself and my other relationships. It hasn’t been as bad as I thought.

This is why it took me ages to start the birth search. I had this fear for the longest time. I felt like a second rejection from them would destroy me.

*cw for the next bit: adoptee rejection/abandonment*

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Ahhhhhh! I’m so excited!

*skeet

I’m still not used to BlueSky…

They stood up to Yoon. They said no to tyrannical rule. The members of the assembly got together and said no, because they are not going back.

And I feel fucking proud of Koreans and to be Korean.

Adoption is full of weird, complicated feelings (it’s all the trauma). So, it took me a long time to feel like I could claim Korea in any way. Now, I’m building my relationship to my heritage bit by bit.

Korea, like every nation, has problems, but today the people of Korea resisted martial law.

🥚

One of the things I’ve been meaning to write a thread about (bc I’ve been thinking about it a lot) is about adoption the theft of culture.

And I will, at some point.

In the meantime, here’s a short thread about being proud of the Korean people today and feeling proud to be Korean.

And that’s why my disabilities are at play in why I couldn’t finish an earlier post.

In that way, this post is kind of perfect. All of my disabilities participated in getting me here.

That is what disability is like to me. It’s ever present, it plays into every part of my life.

It’s hard to believe what I have to say even matters or that my experience will actually mean anything to anyone.

It’s hard not to worry about the consequences of a post getting too much traction.

It’s hard not to anticipate a negative reaction.

Can’t seem to get my thoughts together today to finish a post for International disabled people’s day.

I keep writing and discarding.

My brain is taking me in a hundred directions, and my need to be fully understood is making it hard to settle on whatever I have written.

#disability

It’s only Tuesday and it feels like a years worth of stuff has happened this week.

Tho honestly, this whole year has felt like that.

I meant to say: please donate what you can so that we can offer this festival for FREE to adoptees while paying our amazing panelists and workshop leaders, all adoptees 🥚as well 🙏🏼

I don't think most people realise how fucked up adoption is and how you can trace everything back to international politics and war. 🥚

If you're an adoptive parent contemplating writing a children's book about adoption, don't.

You tend to write about the day you adopted your child, but that's not a story about adoption. It's a story about you.

Let the adult adoptees write about adoption. It happened to us, not you.

🥚

If you want “family” to mean something, you have to make it mean something.

You can’t just buy or have children and get their love, attention, or loyalty for life.

The #adoption industry is making money off people’s suffering… 🥚