"I didn't realize until years later, thinking back about that, was I was three years old. I lived with my birth mother, and then I didn't anymore.
And I was a three year old. I was talking to her. I forgot over [00:27:00] a while, over time what I was doing. And in the book I talk about it that way. I forgot what I was doing, but I kept doing it. And in, the way that I forgot my name, I had no idea what my name was and I had to find it."
My adopters starved me, too. & despite the fact that I was CLEARLY malnourished, no one ever tried to help me. Why not? Because society has been taught to believe adopters are saviors & saints. But abusive adoptive parents are not uncommon. That “better life” trope needs to be yeeted into the sun—when you give up your child to #adoption , you’re abandoning them to an utter crapshoot, & if they are eventually neglected, abused, &/or even murdered, it’s unlikely you’ll even know. #AdopteeVoices