On Wednesday, it’ll be National Adoption Month — the time when I and other adoptees work even harder then usual to dispel all the myths misconceptions around what it’s like to be adopted.
Luck, by 8ShroomFairy8/Flickr
For reasons I’ll never understand, non-adopted people seem to feel they have license to weigh in on the adoptee experience. In my 51 years, I’ve heard any number of ridiculous comments about how I should feel to have been adopted. “Grateful” ranks up there (that pronouncement is often chased with a solemn comment about how glad I must be to have not been aborted. I’ve started to respond to that one with, “I’ll bet you’re grateful you weren’t aborted, too.”).
But my all-time favorite is how “lucky” I am to have been adopted — the idea being I needed a leg up in the world.
Yes, how lucky I am to have been relinquished…
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