“Flipsides to the same coin”
When I was approached concerning a possible article about my adoption, return, and new-found faith I was a bit reticent. The “hook” as it were was based on my previous life in New York City (over two decades ago), as revealed in my writing at that time. For a rematriated [link to definition] adoptee, this anchor, this albatross of the past around our necks is desperately depressing. It is a painful reminder that adoption is often very much about preserving that snapshot of us before we “go bad”; before we “revert to form”; before we “go back to our roots”; before we “devolve”. It is about what others need us to be culturally, socially, and psychologically speaking.
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