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Related: Editorials & Other Articles, Issue Forums, Alliance Forums, Region ForumsThe events on our southern border means it's time I share my story.
I was taken from my mother at birth because Im the product of a crime. At the time I was born, if a mother was under 18, she had no parental rights. My mother was 16 and in an unwed mothers home. My grandmother couldnt get rid of me fast enough and had ordered a screen to be put up, so my mother wouldnt even know what gender I was. My mothers solution was not to tell anyone she was in labor until it was too late to put a screen up. Therefore, she saw me when I was born and came to hold me the next day.
I was placed in a foster home that left me laying in a crib so much that the left side of my head grew flat. At seven months, I was moved to a new foster home where I was the youngest out of 10 kids. I was finally adopted at 26 months old. I couldnt talk or point to body parts on myself or a doll. At that time, I knew 6 words, instead of the 300-400 that is normal for that age.
Small for my age and underweight, my problems continued. I had to have speech therapy starting when I was 3. I had horrific nightmares. Instead of taking 20 minutes to go back to sleep, I would be up for 2-3 hours.
What concerned my mom the most was the fact that I didnt cry at all. She told me about how I would fall and scrape my knees; bleeding, I wouldnt shed a tear. It took a while, but she said that one day I barely bumped my knees and came crying to her. She was so relieved that she cried with me.
Even with a loving adoptive home making a big difference in my life, I still have the effects of my beginnings being one of abandonment and neglect. Ive had bouts of depression and have been plagued with nightmares on and off throughout my life. Its not so bad anymore, but even as an adult, Ive had nightmares that I didnt go back to sleep after.
Most of all, I dont ask for help. At times, Ive seen therapists and have been very fortunate to find outstanding ones. One therapist really looked at what my thinking process was when I thought about asking for help. She asked if I thought people would say no. I realized that I just thought there would be no response. She pointed out that was like when I was a baby being left in a crib. I would cry and no one came, so I quit crying I quite asking for help. Its still hard to ask for help, but this awareness gave me coping skills that Ive used to face that fear.
Right before my dad died, he finally gave me the photos he had of me in my second foster home. Then after he passed, I started having nightmares again. Several times, I dreamed about losing a little boxer dog which I thought was related to losing my dad. Only this felt different because I was repeatedly dreaming about the same boxer, and we had never owned a boxer. Then one day when I was in the shower, it hit me where I had seen that exact boxer. He was the little dog who was right next to me in almost every picture of me in my last foster home, and it hit me that I had been dreaming about that boxer for as long as I could remember.
The dream I had was that I lost the boxer. I went across the street I was living on at that time to my neighbors who were about the same age as my parents. I opened my mouth to tell them about my dog, and I couldnt speak. This is literally what happened when I was adopted at 2 years old! I was taken away from my only companion at that time, and I couldnt speak to tell anyone. The only thing I could say at the time was dog, one of the 6 words I knew. My subconscious had connected losing my dad to that earlier loss.
The reason Im writing this now is because I know what the lasting effects are of the trauma the children along the border and being ripped away from their families have suffered.
The damage is done.
Thousands of children will carry the scars of what was done to them for the rest of their lives. No executive order, no legislation passed, no apology, no
.. nothing will ever make up for the crimes that have been perpetrated against these most innocent and most vulnerable souls.
I cannot even begin to express the gut-wrenching disgust, the visceral rage, and the unfathomable revulsion I have for these acts. I know first-hand how scars like these last a lifetime, and these scars will last their lifetimes too.
Rachel Maddow isnt the only one whos been crying.
LuckyCharms
(17,479 posts)I want you to know that you are not alone.
I am unsure of whether I believe in God, but in case you do, my hope is that God grants you courage, and peace.
The Figment
(494 posts)You made it tho...many of us didn't, you did good.
WhiteTara
(29,739 posts)You are a survivor and I'm glad you're here at DU!
I was forced to give my child away when I was a teenager and I cried every day for almost 40 years. Separation leaves scars that never fade.
RandomAccess
(5,210 posts)I'm so very sorry you had to go through that.
GreenPartyVoter
(72,388 posts)people don't understand the long-term effects of the trauma that children experience when mistreated and abused in this way.
talking-liberally
(43 posts)Thank you so much for sharing what you have gone through. We adopted our son when he was 1. He just graduated from high school. We have struggled to understand what he has gone through. This helps. I will cherish this note and share it my son and other adoptive parents. Thank you so much.
sprinkleeninow
(20,272 posts)Louis1895
(768 posts)Thank you for sharing your experiences and insights!
pnwmom
(109,028 posts)horrible beginning, and I understand it will never leave you.
But I am glad you finally were adopted by good people -- and that you have turned into the sensitive, intelligent, caring person you obviously are now.
democrank
(11,115 posts)Childhood trauma.....nightmares, not asking for help, seething outrage over injustice, so many triggers.
I'm so sorry for everything you've endured and I want you to know there are people out here who care. Let the tears flow, get the sorrow out.
Peace to you, citizen blues. Soon, a majority of us will band together to right these heinous wrongs that have brought pain to people like you.
heaven05
(18,124 posts)real life can be a hard kick in the rear, both in experience and by experiencing others human revelations of their life by a person such as I. The no crying I understand, personally. Stay strong and know, while I do not know your pain, I feel you, deeply from my own personal experience with growing up.
FakeNoose
(32,917 posts)Thank you for sharing your story with us. Putting your thoughts and memories into words and sharing them with us is an important step towards healing. Life isn't fair, and this horrible thing we're doing to the immigrant children (and their parents) can't be undone. Well maybe it can be, but the awful memories will always remain with these innocent children.
We must do everything we can to stop this and make sure it doesn't happen again.
cpamomfromtexas
(1,247 posts)I could barely hold a conversation with someone new until I was 30. I also had dreams where I couldnt speak. I also never ask for help. But I was a product of bullies, fear, and domestic violence. Somehow I functioned . . . until I didnt.
Bless you friend, we must all stick together.
Boxerfan
(2,533 posts)And you survived an ordeal I can barely imagine.
Thank you for telling your story.
I really can't say more than you ARE loved and we are here for you.
RandomAccess
(5,210 posts)but I'm so glad for your strength, and your sharing it with us. Thank you.