This is one of many posts about Adoption. Being Adopted. and My Story about being adopted. If you are adopted and have your views, you can have them...this is my views and my story. Don't like what you hear/read/see. Get the F out! If you dont like run on sentences and imperfect grammar, get the F out of here too. But have a wonderful day, you hear!
I am Blessed and I am Lucky. Those are two main things that I hear from people that tells me when they know that I am an adoptee. I don't know many other adoptees in my life except for the few I have met when I was younger and obviously my two sisters who was also adopted along with me. Seriously in all the things that I am grateful for. I was adopted with my two biological sisters, my best friends. If any body knows any better, three sisters age 2-8 that were adopted to one family through a Korean orphanage is probably very rare to hear.
Anywho, going off topic a bit...teehee. I am developing a new true life based posts called, LoveLee Adoptee. When you see these in future posts, its just means that I am going to tell you my true stories that happen to me. It is all based on what I remember in the past. I am basically going to air our my dirty laundry/ closet what have you. Theres a lot in my head, so it might be a lot of ramblings, but bare with me. I am not a professional writer. I dont think I have told many people what happened to me. LoveLee Adoptee is a new series in my blogspot that will tell you what plays over my head time to time. It will be another outlet for me to jot down my thoughts. This is for me really, but you can read along.
I was adopted and yes, I am very blessed and lucky. I had and probably do have a better life than most adoptees out there....considering that they are adopted. I am one of those few that claim that Adoption changed my life for the better, not worse. But I will say that it hasn't been the easiest thing to process either. I am not saying that every bit of my life was with rainbows and sunshine... Believe me, I bet my adoptive mom and dad probably wanted to disown me few times in their lives during my adolescent stage. I did not make the adoption process very easy while growing up in an all white and Latino communities, not knowing fully what the hell was going on.
All I knew is that I am safe and I am loved. But that doesn't mean that I wasn't lost. Lost in identity. Once my sisters and I landed in Ontario, Ca. The only language spoken to me was English. I was lost as Fcuk.
To be continued...