November 13, 2013

When Adoptive Parents or Authority Figures
Tell A Child's Story

 When it comes to telling their child's story, many adoptive parents start with "Our arms were empty...we struggled with infertility, and so..."

Or they say,"We never struggled with infertility. We just love adoption and had it in our hearts to be a blessing to a child...and that's how the story began..."

The adoptive parent's personal story may start that way. 

But their child's story doesn't start with them.

The adopted child's story always starts with another mother and father besides his or her adoptive parents, and a whole different maternal and paternal extended family.

The beginning part of a child's story should never be erased, in order to make others comfortable.

And, the child's story is not for an adoptive parent, or any other adult, to tell.


A child is the owner of his or her personal story.

When it comes to an adoptive parent or other authority figure (social worker, pastor, Sunday School teacher, friend of family, etc.) the child is rendered powerless to tell them to stop telling their story. Or, to stop telling it their way.

So,  most times the adoptee smiles and nods, or they are quiet.
Or they meekly stuff it down and go on.

Some adoptees may tell their parents that it's okay to share their story, if they ask them. 
Or they may act out in different ways to let them know it's not okay.

When they act out, the parent might say, "I have no idea what's gotten into him/her! Why are they acting this way? They've been just fine for a while, and now all of sudden..." 

Many adoptees long for approval so much they won't ever tell their parents they aren't okay with it.  They might even agree to testify in church -- publicly sharing the story with others. (Every time I encounter this, I cringe, imagining how their 40-year-old-self might feel about it one day. "What if they are still happy and agreeable to it at forty?"those who disasgree might say. Well, great. Wouldn't it be reasonable to give them time and space to sort out their feelings and beliefs with the benefit of time, wisdom and experience?)

Recently I heard of some adoptive parents who shared stories, referring to their adopted children as "radishes." (Children with RAD.) Yes, I was horrified.   

When the adopted son or daughter becomes of age, if they have not come out of the fog as it is known in adoptee-world,  they might not have the courage to tell their parents how they felt about this, it is so ingrained in them to not disappoint their parents.

Others may get brave enough to share their story, with the benefit of adult reflection when they are of  age. And the adoptive parent may think or  say, "Wait! Wait!  It wasn't like that! That's not our story!" 

That's part of the problem -- it's not their story -- it's their son or daughter's story.

The rebuke over a changed script happens to many adoptees when they don't spit out the same story they were given for all those years...that same one the adults in their lives have already been telling everybody, forever.

For instance, although my adoptive parents never did this to me, many other people did use the old, "Be grateful you weren't aborted," or "Aren't you glad your mother chose life?" script for me when I was younger. I never questioned it -- and just went along with it. This was before I had really processed my adoption and beliefs, well before reunion.  

 


Before my maternal reunion, I often got up in church services where I sang or spoke and testified that I was so grateful my natural mother didn't abort me, or that she chose life. The first night of our reunion, I thanked her for choosing life, and she looked at me in total bewilderment, and said, "I never even considered otherwise." 

Suddenly my script didn't make sense.

I had a lot of processing and re-writing to do.
Abortion wasn't part of my story -- at all.
Come to find out, it's not part of a lot of adoption stories. 

Abortion wasn't legal when my natural mother was pregnant with me. Strangely, I hadn't even made that connection in my mind for the first 27 years of my life because I was so conditioned by the "she chose life" script that so many adults had  handed me.  I just kept repeating that script and testifying my little heart out, never questioning it.

Processing one's adoption is a lifetime journey.  Presenting a child with a pre-fabricated story -- telling them how they should feel and not giving them space to process it for themselves long term, is not right.

It also saddens me that  some adoption agencies and organizations get testimonials from under age adoptees and use their photos to advertise, sharing what they [the agency] consider to be the child's story. Parental consent or not, it's unethical -- not in the best interest of the child.  

The child will process things as they get older and if they no longer identify with the story their were given by others, there will be nothing they can do to get rid of the information that has circulated, that they may not consider their truth anymore.

Rarely is an adoptee's truth the same at 20, 30 or 40 as it was when they were a child. This should be understood, even from a non-adoptee standpoint. If you are not adopted, do you still believe all the same things at your age now as you did when you were five?  My husband is not adopted, yet the man I married at 19 years old is very different from the same man in his forties.

The anger present in some adopted children may stem in part from the inability to own their story.

But they don't know how to tell you that.

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i was adopted from foster care. My hubby and I are starting the process to adopt from foster care. A book I was just reading about parenting adopted children said the same thing. It is NOT the parents story to tell - it's the child's.
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I feel like I've taken my story back, and I own it now, but I also cannot share it as freely because the details are so much more personal now.

What gets me most as an adult, out of the fog, is thinking of another adoptee I know and how his story was shared between the adults when we were kids -- the speculation and discussion about the unknown details. It nauseates me now, and made me very uncomfortable then. There was just something not right about it.
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chet jackson · 626 weeks ago

insightful and right on for me. I think your message calls to mind the power and importance of welcoming versus acceptance. what we welcome we honor. that we accept we learn to live with.
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This was real for me last week, the 41st anniversary of my "adopted birthday" as my amom calls it. The same story has been told to me as long as I can remember and it goes, " we waited and waited on you. They ( the state social worker) told us that when we saw you we didn't have to take you, we could always wait on another one. Yes. That is what I've grown up with.

I had been in the fog until about 2 years ago, and now that I'm de-fogged, I'm surprised that this story actually happened and that it has been repeated to me for 40 years on my "adopted birthday". What is that anyway? A term used before "gotcha day"? Either way, it has messed with my head. I was a commodity similar to produce- to be inspected and declined if needed.

Thanks for putting this out there!
2 replies · active 626 weeks ago
We've chosen to follow our children's lead on how they talk with others about their life before us - there's very, very little that we've shared with others about their history...which is occasionally awkward, when faced with curious questions - but we have no regrets.

We recently learned some new and very significant information about our children's past...it affects them equally. We shared it with them last week and I think that went all right; they have things to process, for sure, and they have talked about it with my husband and me very freely since that conversation and they (so far) are coping healthily with it.

The challenge (and what I'd love your thoughts on) is that our daughter (who is the younger of the two) is highly extraverted and relational and told this new piece of information to a little friend or hers a few days ago, and the friend's mother also overheard. Our son is very reserved about most aspects of his earlier life when it comes to talking to people outside of our immediate family and he was angry that she had shared this news.

We've had several conversations about it since, but I'm curious to know which route you would go in this case. We've talked (recently as well as for the past 2.5 years) about privacy vs secrecy, we've talked about respecting each other's sibling before sharing news, we've talked about how to tell one's own story without impacting others, we've done a lot of role playing (for a long time already, but also about this new information), we've talked about how once something is shared it can never be taken back, we've talked about how we need to assume that once we tell someone something about us that it will be shared by that person with other people....on and on. They've been good discussions and the kids have both had lots of opinions and asked lots of questions, and we've asked our daughter not to share this news with anyone else until we've talked it all out and until she and her brother both feel of the same mind. (We had asked this of her when we initially shared the news with them, but she talked about it anyway)

The problem is that our daughter is only six and simply doesn't have the maturity yet, despite participating in the discussions and seeming to understand the issues in the MOMENT, to really understand the depth of the issue and the consequences of what she says to others. Our son is eight and is better able to process what he shares and understand the implications...he's a bit of an old soul. I don't want to squelch our daughter from being her natural exuberant self, and I respect and honour the fact that this is her history to share with others just as it is her brother's history; and simultaneously I'm very conscious of the impact that her natural willingness to talk about her past might have on her brother. We contemplated not telling the kids this news quite yet but that didn't seem right; we also wondered whether we should tell our son and not tell out daughter quite yet, but felt that felt wrong, too; etc. We actually sat on the information for about two months before telling them, in order to have some time to introduce them to conversations that would help them understand the new information, etc etc.

Anyway, I'm kind of muddled about this and would appreciate any insights into how to help the two siblings manage their private stories in the context of having a sibling who feels differently about sharing it with others. I don't want to mess this up and worry that I may have already.

Thanks.

Ruth.
Mom to three...two born in the beautiful country of Ethiopia.
1 reply · active 626 weeks ago
Deanna, stop living in my brain or I will have to start charging you rent. Anyway, once again you just verbalized something wandering around in my mind. I agree 100% with what you said. I was fed my adoption happy story and was so darn cute reciting it over and over for people, even before I knew what it all meant. Until I found a therapist I was conditioned to respond to the question "Awww, your name is Noelle, were you born at Christmas?" My automatic response was "No, I was born in October, but my parents adopted me right before Christmas, so I was their Christmas gift". I gave that answer to anyone that asked, the mailman, sales clerk, Starbucks cashier, DMV, lady taking my blood....you get the idea. After I responded everyone had a bunch of questions (usually beginning with "well, do you know your "real" parents) or telling me about every adoption story they know of. Finally, my therapist is like "hey, why do you feel the need to share the whole adopted thing? How about just looking them in the eye and saying "no, I was not born at Christmas" and end it there. Light blows up over my head, "yeah, I don't need to tell people my business..." It was life changing for me, to get the permission to just say "no". Except I really didn't need anyone's permission all along.
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We are in the process of adopting our 10 year old daughter from Thailand, so she isn't with us yet. We have shared details about her past with others, but now I'm thinking maybe we shouldn't have. Now what?
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Yes.

When I do adoptive parent education, I always, always stress this line.

You may not tell anyone's story but your own.

You may tell how you wanted to have a child, how you went through fertility treatments, and how you wanted to be a parent.

But you may not use adoptive parenthood as a way to write someone else's story.
My recent post Love and loss, adoptee style
My (second) adoptive "mother" used to tell my story, always slanting it so that she was a saint for taking me, the unrepentant heathen, into her perfect family. She didn't hesitate to tell ME that my first mother "didn't want" me, and I carried that knowledge with me well into my 30's. It wasn't until I had a chance to actually meet and correspond with my first mother that I realized that wasn't the case at all.

Still, for 40-something years (until she died), one in-law continued to whisper this fabricated story (including how absolutely awful I was) to other family members. She also mentioned my appalling lack of *gratitude* at having been adopted by this (supposedly) wonderful and amazing person.

Does that sound familiar? o.0

A-parents need to just MYOB. Seriously. :@
My recent post The beginning of the end .....
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Great post Deanna! I have discovered my life story. It has given me such peace and confidence in understanding who I really am as a whole person. The funny thing is that it is now my adoptive mother who refuses to acknowledge anything to do with my beginnings in life!! I am working on that issue and getting stronger every day. I always enjoy reading your posts. Thank you Deanna for providing a place for adoptees to share and grow xx
Oh, Deanna, this is a timely post. A few months ago I was interviewed by my minister as part of a "Season of Storms" series our church participated in over a five week period. Amongst other things, I spoke of being adopted and not finding out until 20 and how I am still processing, with the Lord's help, the impact adoption has had on my life.
Earlir tonight a lady from church rang to say thank you to me for sharing my story. She specifically mentioned me being adopted (she hadn't known) and then went on to speak of several of her friends being adopted and how it's impacted them.
In the next breath she then rolled out the, "but we're all family because we've all been adopted as God's children and He is our Father" spiel that I hear frequently from other Christians.
I actually spoke up and asked the lady not to say that to me as it made me feel sick. She was quite surprised at my comment and I explained to her that adoption in the Bible is not the same as adoption as society knows it.
She said she was aware of this but then went on with the, " we're all brothers and sisters," story and then told me of another friend who had adopted a girl from Korea. They held a Thanksgiving service at their local church when the adoption was finalised (blech) and everyone was crying because the amum prayed for the first mum. The aparents have taken the child to Korea about 6 times and "there are two mums raising this child."
She then reiterated to me that God was my real Father. I told her that I found it hard to understand the whole concept of a dad as I had never known mine. The "brothers and sisters in Christ" story was again touched on and this time I just wearily murmured some placating agreement as I was really triggered by then.
Even passing acquaintances find it quite acceptable to tell our story, especially when we're not telling it the way it should be told, apparently!
Thank you for your blog, Deanna, you are a Godsend.
I'm adopted, out of the fog, etc...and have a slightly different take on this because of some conversations I was a part of. Now *maybe* it was totally because of the other moms' reactions to me (a little snarky and uptight), but here's what happened. While I was in the process of coming out of the fog, we were also interested in adopting. So two different times I bumped into friends of friends who had children adopted internationally (not sure if the cross-cultural thing made a difference in how it played out). I was SO excited to meet fellow adoptees, even if they were kids, that I asked their parents questions about them -country of origin, were they siblings, all the "dumb" questions adopters seem to hate (but remember I was coming at this as an adoptee!). The mothers both very pointedly and aggressively said those things were NOT their story to tell, pretty much letting me know how rude I had been. Sooo, embarrassed and apologetic, I thought about those encounters and how I would feel as the KID hearing my mom get all uptight about my adoption story. I would have HATED IT. I would have much rather my mom just nicely answer the questions instead of me being witness to how much my adoption is a "problem" to them that they have to get at all weird about it. I'd wonder why they didn't want to talk about it. Are they ashamed of it? Of me? Well, this is probably all my own personal adoption baggage talking (my aparents were weird about my adoption, but in a different way), but I just thought I'd share another thought about our "stories."
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Once it became pretty clear that I was not my adopters' natural child (they were dark-haired, dark-eyed, olive skinned, short, compact and very precise--I was redheaded, freckled, tall, long-limbed, lanky, clumsy and coltish), they felt utterly comfortable telling "my story" to anyone who asked. They had zero discretion about it.

And now that I've found my natural families, I know that the story my adopters told all those years--to me and to others--was inaccurate. Nothing about it was true. Nothing.

I'll never know if they were told that fictional bio/history by the agency or if they just made it all up themselves. I tend to think they made it up, because the written info in my adoption records (which I finally got to see two years ago) was pretty accurate. But who knows? That same agency has lied to me plenty, so it's no stretch to assume they lied to my adopters.

Sometimes, thinking that they knew nothing about me makes me laugh.

But sometimes, thinking about all the lies; the inaccuracies; the appropriation; the inappropriate, indiscreet, self-serving behaviors makes me really angry. And that anger is justified. They had no right to tell my story. Especially when THEY DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT.

That's one of the things I find so appalling about adopters telling their adoptees' stories. Not only is it wrong )on a number of levels) for them to do it, they don't even know whether or not the story they're telling is accurate. In international adoptions, it's ***very*** unlikely they have the whole, true story. The same goes for closed adoptions. But even in open adoptions, who knows? People lie, and if you weren't there, you don't know.

You. Don't. Know.

Period.

My older (adopted) brother always refused to look for his natural mother. We couldn't even bring up the subject with him. He despised her. Why? Because of the story he was told. A month or so before I identified my mother, I identified his. Complete accident. I didn't know what to do, so I sat on her name for a while. I gave myself time to think about the best way to approach the situation. Finally, I wrote him a letter. I let him know that I had reunited with my mother and had learned that everything "our parents" had told me about my original family, my history, my circumstances was untrue. I told him that it was likely that he'd been lied to, as well. I shared his mother's name, told him I'd be happy to help him if he ever changed his mind about looking for her, and enclosed a copy of The Girls Who Went Away.

People don't know how much pain they cause. They can destroy lives.
I have to disagree in some part. My three amazing children (sibs) have significant challenges - much from the environment and culture they lived in before being adopted at ages 9,5,3. It is often necessary to share parts of their story to others to assist in getting help, support, or just for others to understand how and why things are done in our home. This is not a violation of their privacy- its simply a necessity in parenting. And although I NEVER want to minimize the needs and feelings of adoptees, remember adoptive parents often go through hell and need the understanding and support of the community too.
It's like you are reading my mind Deanna! Thank you! My adopted parents are so upset because "my story" is all about how wonderful life was...I have hurt them....I am angry - very angry - but I am working on that....
I don't quite know my story to tell it. The info I have I just received this year from a cousin. The one thing that was told to me as long as I can remember was that my a father was biofather which is false. So don't know what is true and not true which so many
people wonder why I doubt every thing told to me concerning my adoption. So needless to say. I won't know for sure certain things until I find her.
As a soon-to-be adoptive parent this article is very frustrating as it only says what NOT to do. What would you suggest adoptive parents DO in terms of explaining the family situation- both to the child and to others? Not trying to be ugly or stir up controversy, just genuinely seeking advice. Thanks so much!
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I am a half-adoptee. I never got to tell my story about how I loved my biological father, his parents, and brothers before my mother took me away from New York to Oklahoma in kindergarten. In fact I had to hear many times how bad he was when my memories were the opposite. My mom was bad and he was kind. I never got to say goodbye. Year later I heard that right before she left my dad, people were trying to get her to get mental help. (They still are.) But still my loving father gave up his parental rights when she re-married a preacher. He says he did it to give us a better life... (But honestly...I'm not sure about that anymore). We had to hear the same bad stories again leading up until we talked to the judge before being adopted. I did not have a voice. My mentally ill mom began to severely abuse me. She eventually left my 2nd dad and sent me to live with him. I was happy until he started abusing me at 13. My bio dad got re-married and had two daughters. I used to think God felt sorry for him and gave him two girls to replace my sister and I. It certainly felt that way after being somewhat reunited after I was 18. I never had the same closeness to any of my bio family again. I don't have any family of my own. My story was told for me with many lies for many years. Now..I tell my own story.. and that's the truth. I think people should be trained to listen to children and to ask for their stories no matter what the situation. Children are not rocks to be tossed about as if they were objects. Maybe we should listen to adults too. Everyone has a story that is their own.

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