A very moving, deeply personal story was told by an adult transracial international adoptee in the Washington Post this week, Please don’t tell me I was lucky to be adopted. The reaction to her story was a fiasco of comments along the expected themes. Comments from within the adoption community and outside. The stereotypical comments we all expect to hear if we don’t have the preferred story of a magically almost Disney story of being adopted. As I write this there are almost three hundred comments. Comments that are mean-spirited, such as:
From Katy-David: While I can understand that many adoptees must feel a sense of loss, you are exhibiting sense of entitlement that is very off-putting to others. Do you have any idea of what life can be like for girls in India – when they survive, even? How many little girls are missing due to cultural preferences for boys? Little girls who don’t have enough to eat? You should really process your feelings in therapy, armed with some real-world facts on what your life could have been life if things had gone a different way.
MaryMaryQuiteContrary starts off a long diatribe with this paragraph: I feel for the family that raised this woman. I wonder how they feel when they read her self loathing and self absorbed perspective on life. Be grateful you have life for many don’t even get that far as they are aborted or die before being born.
PeterTribe chimes in with gem that states what really is important: The Post shouldn’t have allowed this piece to be printed, because it implies that an intact natural family is the best environment for children. That could be dangerous for single-parent, LGBT, polyamorous, and trans rights. Studies have shown alternate family structures to be equivalent, and in some ways superior, to “traditional” families.