Reunion is harder when you’re only 14…
And when your nmom is bipolar…
And when it was brought upon you by force…
And when your nmom is ODing on Kool-Aid.
Reunion is great as long as both parties are ready for it. In my case, neither were. Yet, you can’t change what’s going on. What happened, happened. What is happening, is happening.
Sometimes I wish I could just open her eyes to make her see what I see, but I don’t know how. I want a pair of anti fog glasses. It took me 3 years to figure this all out, she’s had 14.
She’s proud of me, and she’s trying now. But… it’s still hard. It will always be. But, I guess that’s why they call it a roller coaster.
Sorry for the suckish blog post. (and the lack of blog posts…) I’ve had a lot going on. I’m leaving for boarding school next month, and finished with a 3.7 unweighted GPA for freshman year. (woot!)
I’ll try to make time for blogging even though I’m working 5/7 days a week and have a mega hectic schedule.
Peace to all.
Spring Break is in the air…
April 3, 2010, 10:19 pm
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teenage adopteeIt’s every teenager’s dream, right? Live by the beach in the warm weather. Go tanning every day? Spring break! But.. it’s not as lovely as it seems. I’d like to thank my mother for my abnormally fair skin. Yes, I am the girl whose mother constantly nags and warns about the dangers of the sun. I’ve gotten quite used to it. In fact, I actually like my fair complexion.
For the first time all week I’ve gotten out of the house. I’ve been sick. On Spring Break. Lovely, eh?
So I went to the beach today with a couple of friends. I decided I’d let people judge. I didn’t wear my watch to cover my scars (some fresh, sadly) and I wore a bikini. If people want to judge, by all means. I, however, will not return the favor.
I had a lovely time. It’s nice to be carefree every now and then. I felt like a normal teenager for the first time in months, and I got a tan (sunburn, sunburn, sunburn). Okay, what am I kidding, I got sunburnt… a little… but my face is tanned!
I guess being an adoptee makes adoption seem more obvious in the real world. When you see a young Asian girl with white parents you immediately feel her pain, even though she might not feel it yet. Everywhere I look I see adoption. It’s like I can run, but I can’t hide. I mean, while I was in line for an ice cream some newlyweds were discussing which ethnicity of a child to get as if children were just a commodity. The sad thing is, they are. I don’t think people realize how often children are just sold.
While I was sick I was watching Lifetime movies. Mom at 16, The Pregnancy Pact, Baby for Sale, and other titles I cannot remember. Adoption, adoption, adoption.
I’m not against adoption being in the media, I’m against the way it is portrayed. There are some things that must be acknowledged with adoption.
There is loss, and there is pain.
There are some things that must be changed with adoption.
There is corruption, there is a lack of rights.
If these movies that reached thousands of people would have information that addressed the above mentioned, then I would be okay with this industry. Life isn’t a Juno, at all. Babies aren’t clean slates. Isn’t it obvious?
If you drop a child on its head as a baby, the effects would be visible. Why can’t the effects of adoption be as visible? Do people need special glasses? I’m willing to hand out pairs. It’s time we fixed this blindness.
Favoritism.
March 18, 2010, 6:56 pm
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SoftballI’ve never been anyone’s favorite. I was never daddy’s little girl, I was never his kid. This past weekend my father said some hurtful things. But when he says those words, it’s not him speaking, it’s the alcohol. I learned at a young age not to take his words to heart. He didn’t mean it, he doesn’t know what he’s saying. I wish I knew what he was like before the drinking. I wish I knew him before his breathing became labored, and his face was red from the drug.
People say “adopted children are lucky.” No, truly we are not. I have not had an easy life, that is for sure. For the past 14 years I’ve been trying to make my parents proud and have been failing greatly. All I want is a pat on the back, a job well done. I just want to be loved. Is it that hard?
The head softball coach for JV quit Monday. The assistant is now our only coach. He’s chosen his favorite, and it’s not him. I’m trying so hard to get liked, to be… noticed. I’ve grown to love infield. I can catch a popfly. I mean, I can catch a popfly. My old coach asked my friend if she’d been feeding me nails for breakfast because I’m so aggressive out there. Yet, despite my aggressiveness and my technique, I’m not good enough. One girl has an awful technique but is cute. The coach even has a nickname for her. She got to play for the full game and I was taken out after the third inning (at least I wasn’t a sub this time). And my friend, who’s been playing softball for years was playing as a sub in the second string. What’s wrong with this picture?
Well, actually. I am a favorite now. Not by my father, not by my teachers, and definitely not by my coaches. I’m someone’s “freshman.” Not like the whole “get me stuff” relationship, but more of a “you’re cool, let’s hang” type of thing. It’s pretty cool.
Plus, she can beat up the junior who made me do all her work at practice yesterday and then hit me. *sighs*
I’m not a victim, I’m a survivor
March 10, 2010, 8:11 pm
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SchoolToday at school there was a huge fight. When I say huge, I mean one girl was arrested. So there were three girls. One girl is rumored to be pregnant. She was punched in the stomach and had scratches all over her face. She was unrecognizable. A lot of girls do not like her, she has the reputation of a slut. Everyone was cheering the other girls on, that’s not fair. Mob mentality.
So the girl who punched the rumored to be pregnant girl in the stomach was arrested (I cheer on the inside)
I think that this could be interpreted as a metaphor for adoption. Some agencies are just so brutal with trying to get babies. They’re methods are blinding, and like this the effects of the punches may not be felt right away but they soon will come. And, if this is a metaphor for adoption, then it is a hopeful one. Hope is something that just shines light on the dark spots and makes them better because forgetting is worse than the pain of remembering.
I’ve gotten comfortable in my own skin, heck I’m comfortable enough to talk to people which is a step up from a few weeks ago. I’m pretty sure it was my adoption issues/bullying issues that prevented me from opening my mouth. Actually, it was my bullying issues but my adoption issues exacerbated their effects. I was afraid people would hurt me and then leave me: all truth lost in the separation. That bugged me.
Seeing the fight today reminded me how things are so much better. Last year a few girls threatened to kill me on numerous occasions. It was very scary for me to hear those things, the words just scarred. I would hide in my bedroom under the covers with my doors and windows locked. People were cheering those girls on when I got hurt last year. I know what it’s like.
I’m not their victim, I survived. Like many others, I’ve gotten through this. I’m climbing a new mountain, right now is a new search for truth.
They never won. And they never will.
The girl in the oversized t-shirt
We all know the girl who wears an oversized t-shirt to the beach or the pool. The girl who never takes it off because she doesn’t like the way her body is. We all know the girl who wears twenty hair ties on her arms to cover her struggles. The girl who never knew how to ask for help because she didn’t know how to ask for it.
And we all know the girl who has gone 11 days without doing the horrid act.
And the girl who doesn’t lie when she smiles anymore.
And the girl who is beginning to question the use of the oversized t-shirt.
And the girl who holds her head high and doesn’t look back on her former life: a life of repeated peer abuse.
We all know the girl who doesn’t wear make-up because she believes that it is a lie: covering your faults as if to erase them.
Here’s the girl who is herself.
“After all, we’re only human…”
March 3, 2010, 12:50 am
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TriggerSo after a slew of depressing songs and a waste of an entire day perusing my snaps of various happy memories, I have stopped feeling awful.
I didn’t ask to be adopted, frankly I wish I would’ve been aborted. My day would’ve been a whole lot easier if I didn’t see the softball photographer’s face today. She looked just like my mom. I broke down in the dugout. Then of course all the annoying girls are like, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” SHUT UP! I DON’T WANT YOUR EFFING HELP!!!
And at softball one girl pelted me in the face with like 3 softballs. They aren’t soft fyi.
OH! And so Friday this some girls were playing in the outfield with me (they were texting) and completely ignoring what was going on. So I was running the ENTIRE effing outfield. That’s a lot. A LOT. One girl gave the coach attitude about being in the outfield and how she wanted to play infield. So my coach tells her “Attitude won’t get you anywhere, you need to PROVE to me that you can play infield. You are far from there.” So today who does he put infield? Yep. And who has a bruise on her face?
So, that’s wonderful, right? Later on, I was going to bat and the first throw hit me in the ankle (hard enough for me to fall down and have tears). I hate crying in public. I hate it. My ankle is HUGE. Really big. I ended up scoring a run. Yay!
I’m just so sick of school, softball, and adoption. Invisibility, too…
My new nickname…
It’s so pleasant to hear bitch muttered under people’s breath when you pass people in the halls.
It’s very pleasant to not have a place to sit at lunch.
It’s also very pleasant when people avoid you as if you were some radioactive waste.
Here’s the thing, I’m not radioactive waste. I’m just looking for the truth, even if it hurts. I prefer a hurtful truth than a void.
I’m stuck with a void AND drama. Lovely. Did I mention I also have a mango growing on my knee from softball? Even lovelier, eh?
in·vis·i·ble: not visible, not perceptible by the eye
I’m not in a good mood. You know what, I’m not in a good mood at all! At softball the coaches only pay attention the annoying bleach blonde girls who reapply mascara in the dugouts. My coach just sticks me in the outfield during practice saying that he’s rotating people when really, he’s rotating everyone but me. So, you can imagine that makes me feel more invisible.
The only time my coach notices me is when I mess up. He congratulates all the other girls when they catch the ball or throw well. But for me? Nope… I’m not good enough for a high five or encouraging words.
After my game (which I was stuck in outfield as a substitute) my coach said “Great first game!” Yeah… because that was my first game. My first game was Tuesday night and I fouled twice on the best JV pitcher in the league (she’s better than our varsity pitcher)
At school, it’s the same thing. I’m invisible. My friends don’t even bother waiting until I’ve left the table, they spread things about me while I’m sitting right across from them. It took my AP Environmental teacher one semester (half a year) to remember my name.
I guess being invisible is best when you don’t talk. Then your a ghost.
BOO!
complete: fully carried out
February 13, 2010, 3:45 pm
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StarsailorI pressed the send button on the email this morning. My final step in the application for boarding school is complete. Done, zip, no more! I’ve been agonizing over this all week, my mom has been stressing me even more with this by telling me the unthinkable. Now, I’m happy to say that my work is done.
All I have left is to wait.
So, that being said, I’m in a pretty good mood. You’d think I’d be semi catatonic right now, but I’m actually doing quite well. Today I’m going over to a friend’s house for her birthday celebration. I’m pretty excited. Especially saying that I found her the most perfect gift!
I guess a week that began on a low is going to finish on a high, I haven’t had that happen in a long time.
I really should work on bringing my grades up this weekend. Right now I have one F, one D, three C’s, one B, and one A. I’ve never gotten anything below a B before. Albeit this is only the beginning of the quarter I should still fix them. It’s kind of distressing to see those god-awful grades. I’d better rock that self-esteem shield to raise my F and do a super dandy job on my Bystanders and their Role in Bullying paper, too. And I have that lab for AP Environmental…
Ever heard of a weekend?!?
*sighs*
Right now I have “Some of Us” by Starsailor in my head. It’s a pretty good song. You should check it out (says the girl who is avoiding her increasingly high stack of homework)
I’m going to start my Comm. Psych. homework.
Have a great long weekend!!!
The Power of Words 