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The Joys of Being Adopted

by Monique on August 8, 2008


In the past few weeks I have been getting a lot of emails and comment form questions about being adopted. I know in the past I have made mention of it and the fact that I am quite content being an adoptee. However, as it has been proven in the past, those itty bitty comments brings out all the psychos and I end up having some great debate about adoption. I don’t know how many times I can say it, but just because YOUR experiences with adoption were horrible does not mean everyone has had the same bad experience. My biological mother or birth mother or natural mother - whatever you want to call her - was a deranged lunatic, and so me being adopted was a HUGE blessing. It’s also not a secret that I have been struggling with infertility for YEARS. The cause is unknown, I get pregnant, have a miscarriage… wash, rinse, repeat. I’m used to it. I used to keep a blog documenting it, but that along with the anti-adoption lunies made me decide to just no longer talk about my life as a woman who at the time was in a major self struggle to have a child. Only those who are in my immediate circle know anything about whether I have a child, and if I do whether he/she was conceived naturally or adopted. It’s pretty sad that because people are losers that some things still have to remain taboo on my very own blog.

Anyway, most of the questions are the same as I always get so I found an old FAQ post I had done about my adoption story and so I am going to repost it.

As always, ask any additional questions in the comments and I promise to answer them.

When did you learn you were adopted?

I was told I was adopted when I was so small that I can barely remember it. But when I was younger (as most of you already know) my mother would talk about my adoption often and tell me I was special because I was chosen. It was never a secret in my family.

But what about your other life? What about the truths that were kept from you?

Ummm, the only person who has lied to me in this whole adoption thing was my birth mother. I don’t think I have any other life. I am living the one I was meant to live.

Why are you so quick to believe your amom over your nmom?

After much thinking about what the heck an amom and nmom are, I figured one was adopted and the other natural maybe? If that is the case, I must say again, it is isn’t about who I choose to believe. I KNOW the truth. My mother has never said anything negative about L. In fact, she gave me some nice reasons as to why she may have left me. It was L herself who poisoned my views on her when she couldn’t distinguish fact from fiction.

Why do you seem so angry with your mother?

I am not angry with either of my mothers. I am just not very fond of the woman who gave me life.

I have heard that infertility is brought on by a woman who hasn’t taken care of herself. Maybe if you think hard you will remember an STD you had or maybe you are too old and should just give up. You have no right trying to steal other womens babies.

Oh, aren’t you precious and naive. For starters, if you stop and think about your question/statement, you will see how ignorant it is. ALL infertility is caused by an STD or old age? Once again, we are faced with that black and white mentality that I keep talking about. Nothing is that simple. Secondly, I am not trying to steal anyones baby. I am not running around in the K-Mart parking lot knocking women over their heads and taking their newborns. Sorry to disappoint you.

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I’m back and still adopted.

by Monique on February 7, 2008


As usual, I had some days off and just slacked my way through them.

Actually, this time I have a valid excuse for not doing anything. I am so sick right now. It’s pure misery. I am NOT looking forward to going back to work tomorrow.

Since my last post I have gotten several comments and emails asking about the hate mail I received so, I am going to try and explain it a bit more without going on and on for days.

As I said in my previous post, I had been blogging about my infertility and my eventual plans to adopt. I was very honest about all of my feelings including how I felt about my own birth mother and it was that honesty that led to an anti-adoption forum linking to my site. I had no idea at that time that there were people who were opposed to adoption. The notion of that seemed outrageous to me. There are so many unwanted children in this world. Where would they go if we abolished adoption?

I started receiving comments on my blog, little insults here and there calling me naive and ignorant about the harm I would be doing to the life of a child if I adopted one. That of course baffled me because I was adopted. I never felt harmed or unloved or unwanted. I was never made to feel different. Naturally, my big mouth had to then make a post about it and called myself a happy adoptee. I have always been elated that I was adopted. I know my birth mother and she is in no way fit to even care for a kitten, let alone a child.

Well, that opened up the floodgates for the freaks to just abuse my site and link me to every anti-abortion site and forum under the moon. I started getting a lot of hate mail from birth mothers who called me baby snatcher because I was infertile.

My infertility brought out the other half of the extremist who claimed I was infertile because I had an STD (rofl) or I was too old and allowed my eggs to rot (I was in my late 20’s at he time). It was God’s plan for me to never have children, so it wasn’t my place to then go out and steal one.

These people in my opinion are insane. They take on kind of a cult mentality where no outcome can be good, and all adoption is evil. Every birth mother grieves for their child. Every child belongs at home with their family. No mother truly ever willingly gives up a child. They would rather a woman have an abortion before giving her child up for adoption. How crazy is that!

I know the system needs an overhaul… I know it needs some fixing… but to abolish it completely makes no sense to me. I feel bad for those who have been hurt by it, but I am not one of them. As I said, I know my birth mother, and she has made no attempts whatsoever to contact me in over 10 years. Not because she doesn’t know where I am, or the memories hurt… but because she doesn’t care.

Anyway, if you google anti-adoption you’ll find most of these quacks with ease. I would post some links here but I am sure you understand why I don’t. I don’t support going to their websites either and feeding their egos with “hits”. But that’s out of my hands.

Now I am going back to being miserable and sick and wasting my day. :)

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Friendship.

by Monique on February 2, 2008


Well, I am at work… I showed up after all. I was really tempted to wear my PJ’s but felt that wasn’t appropriate for a post office. Plus, I think I would have been sent back home. Not that that would have been a bad thing.

Something I rarely - actually I never - talk about is the people I work with. One special person I work with is this pretty dorky girl who I call RoRo, she is kind of like my boss, but also one of my best friends.

We have such an unusual friendship. And it’s not because she is my boss, but because we are so candid with each other. We are absolutely uncensored in each others presence. If it has happened to her, she has no problems telling me… and I do the same with her. I even went with her - and sat in the room - when she got her first Brazilian wax. I was her support team! Let me tell you though, there are very few women on the planet I would have done that for.

She is younger than me but it has never plaed a factor in anything. We have walked the same steps in so many situations. We both lived our lives as anorexics, battling with the right to have control in SOME aspect of our lives. We have dealt with past abuse. Childhood traumas. I’m adopted, she was in foster care. You know, just things like that that make us more relatable to each other.

She is one of those people who accepts her faults and lets me pick on them. And she does the same to me. We are constantly taking jabs at each other… calling each other names. I make fun of her accent, she makes fun of mine. She loves to say things to shock me… just to see the look of disgust on my face. She has this loooooooooooud, I’d even call it a boisterous laugh I would probably hate coming from anyone else. She is really clumsy too. She once broke her toe because she dropped a jar of pickles on it. Today she is hoping around here because she stubbed her pinky toe on a door and then fell face first into the floor. Genius eh?

Working with her is usually a barrel of fun. We can just give each other a look and fall to pieces laughing. Customers don’t know what to make of us, that’s for sure. Sometimes we play fight and insult each other, and they actually think we are serious. A donkey would know we are being sarcastic. Shows you how stupid rich people can be. (I think I might have some deep issues with “people with money in Texas”. I’ll cover that in another post.)

If it weren’t for her, I would probably hate my job. Or like it a lot less than I do. She makes it bearable and a lot of fun. It’s nice to be around people you can be real with. So when a customer makes me mad I can wish death upon them and she will laugh and understand. 

Now that you know who she is, I can devote more time to picking on her on the World Wide Web for all to see!

Ok…. I was about to close this post and go back to work… and this whench just came in and announced she had sex over her lunch hour. See? Oh wait, she ate sushi and then got boinked. My bad.

I tell ya, the stuff I have to put up with.

I still love her though.

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