It felt like I was dying unseen.
I got to a place where I could allow myself to hope and dream of what motherhood could look like for me. Believing it possible was another story.
How a Japanese internment camp survivor unexpectedly validated my Korean adoptee pain.
Asian Women, Sexual Violence, and Adoption.
Like many transracial adoptees with White parents, I was raised in racial isolation, which caused me to have a fractured identity, experiencing racial confusion and internal bias.
For many us, our adoption experiences are key components of our identities. Non-adopted people often take pride in their heritage and ancestry. Since so many adoptees lack the information that should be rightfully ours, there’s a tendency to cling to what we have. I’m one of those adoptees.
At five years old, my white adoptive mother was already asking me to choose between my race and hers. “Do you think you’ll marry an Asian man someday?” I shook my head—not because I hated Asian boys but because I’d never met one.