It felt like I was dying unseen.
When we excuse those we love for offenses that aren’t ours to forgive, we enable greater harm.
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.
Something terrible happened in the adoptee community and we can’t talk about it. The lack of discussion around it is additionally traumatic and familiar.
While it’s impossible to always get along, I want to believe we can live among each other more peacefully—and take appropriate steps when we can’t.
When we don’t work through our trauma, its trapped energy continues to move through us.
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.