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A scavenger hunt of sorts…

12 Sep

By TAO

I’m looking for blog posts, or comments in a discussion about things parents need to know about parenting a specific type of child, or about their family life with their children (whether adopted or biological), or really, any topic at all.  In addition to talking about or responding to a specific topic, it must also speak about their mom and dad and how grateful they are, a positive affirmation about how wonderful their life was growing up.

Ready?  Go…

P.s. It can’t be written by an adult adoptee

 
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Posted by on September 12, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

4 responses to “A scavenger hunt of sorts…”

  1. momsomniac

    September 12, 2014 at 7:20 pm

    I know you were making a point (with which I whole heartedly agree), but I had to try.
    Do you think this does it: http://www.autismspeaks.org/blog/2014/08/18/heart-autism-my-autism-and-me

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    • TAO

      September 12, 2014 at 7:25 pm

      Not a bad a try at all. It’s close to what I was looking for but not quite – but better than what I found which was a great big zero.

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      • momsomniac

        September 12, 2014 at 8:20 pm

        I have seen some expectation of gratitude (from the neuro-typical community) to one’s parents directed at people with behavioral, mental, or physical challenges – but never the sentiment “you could been aborted” unless the individual is also an adoptee.” So, it’s not precisely the same.

        “Othering” is never pretty.

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  2. JavaMonkey

    September 12, 2014 at 8:14 pm

    Your implication is 100% correct, TAO. Adopted people are held to a higher standard of gratitude. Our society’s prevalent view is that adoptive parents are saviors… saintly people who take in the children that nobody wants and raise them as their own. For their sacrifice, they are OWED eternal gratitude and praise – especially from the poor bastards they adopt.

    Our lives uprooted…
    Our histories erased…
    Our identities changed…
    Our roots cut out from under us…
    Our birth certificates replaced with ridiculous forgeries…
    Our records sealed…
    Our rights violated…

    All so that adoptive parents can pretend that a child is actually their flesh and blood. It’s enough to make me wonder exactly who should be grateful.

    It ain’t me
    It ain’t me
    I ain’t no fortunate son – no, no

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