But my family thinks I’m mentally unstable because my sons adoption still affects me. I always feel so much relief when I hear someone else say the words I have felt. I know I’m not alone, I know I’m not mentally unstable, and I know that if I had known then, what I know now maybe things could have been different.

Out of the First Mom Closet

1. I hate that I can not talk about it with most people. 

The few friends I have spoken about it with have given me the pity “cancer” face.  Holy Christ how I hate that fucking pity face.  I get it, most people don’t know what to say and so they default to “the face”.  So what would be better than “the face”?  It is so hard for me to talk about my experience and so if I brought it up, please ask me questions.  It does not hurt less not to talk about it.

2. I hate that most people think we are drug addicts, abusers, neglectful, uneducated, and ignorant.

In my experience, most people assume one if not all of these things about us.  Yeah it’s true in some cases, but not in most I would wager.  These stereotypes make it even harder to talk about the pain…

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