The National Council for Adoption:

MOTHERS, MONEY, MARKETING, & MADNESS The National Council for Adoption usually has something to say about any adoption issue. One would think they should just based on their name. After all “National Council” makes it sound as if an official governmental appointment was made. That they are the official US stance, made after long thought out meetings by a Council, on all things related to adoption. Alas, that is just a well thought out play on the name made to make one think that is what they are. By their own Mission Statement, they are something else:
Founded in 1980, the National Council for Adoption (NCFA) is a research, education, and advocacy organization whose mission is to promote the well-being of children, birthparents, and adoptive families by advocating for the positive option of adoption. NCFA is an adoption advocate and expert in the halls of power and the courts of public opinion, on behalf of all parties to adoption and its member adoption agencies around the country.”
It’s very clear, as noted in the bolded emphasis, that their self appointed job is to promote adoption and that promotion is benefitting the adoption agencies. They are a lobby group, pure and simple, bought and paid for to use their power and resources to sway the public in such a way that adoption is seen as positive. How they do such things is no mystery. Their 2005 IRS form #990 states clearly that they have the resources. Their total gross receipts for that year were $2,920,818.00. That’s almost 3 million dollars. Just for reference, if we compare similar adoption groups there is quite a difference in funding. The Evan B. Donaldson Adoption Institute is the next biggest competitor as an Adoption information and research group coming in at $671,296. The American Adoption Congress filed their 990 for $39,338.00 as income. Bastard Nation declared $2,872.00 and Concerned United Birthparents has 10 chapters listed with none of them having an income greater enough to be eligible for filing status. With the exception of the EBD, none of the other adoption groups have compensated employees relying instead on all volunteer activities. Simple math computes that the NCFA operates at a greater budget than all their opposition combined. It makes sense to wonder were their money comes from. Just over 1 million of the NCFA funding comes from “public support”. This does not including another 50 plus thousand that comes from membership dues. Once again, the National Council for Adoption members consists of non-profit adoption agencies. The Gladney Centers for Adoption and Bethany Christian Services are all members. While both are, indeed, non–profit, one only has to look at their IRS 990’s to see where the money is rolling in. The Gladney Centers in Texas have one main “hospital” group and two other big “funds”. Combined there is over 39 million dollars declared as assets and another $12,154,675.00 claimed as income after expenses. That’s over 50 million dollars. Bethany Christian Services breaks out to three main states; North Carolina, Iowa, and Michigan with a combined income of $ 3,098,830.00 and assets of $ 1,236,37. While Bethany is not quite as hard to stomach as Gladney in terms of excessive figures, seeing these huge “non-profit” numbers makes it easier to comprehend how American adoption services is over a 3 billion dollar a year industry. It behooves the agencies to fund a lobby group that promotes their needs, causes public opinion to be swayed in their favor and facilitates an environment beneficial for their bottom line by promoting adoption. The NCFA is also privately funded by various moral majority groups such as the Family Research Council who “champions marriage and family as the foundation of civilization, the seedbed of virtue, and the wellspring of society…. values human life and upholds the institutions of marriage and the family”. Pro-life organizations and the LDS church also support the NCFA viewpoints as they all mesh together in some absurd God fearing way. However, the greatest portion of the NCFA’s funding is received from “government contributions/grants”. In 2005 that figure topped out at $ 1,615,588.00, but historically, 2005 was not one of their very best years: 2004: $ 5,331.093 2003: $ 8,323,973 2002: $ 4,497,484 2001: $ 1,091,555 And that total is over 20 million dollars from government grants. Tax levees collected from US citizens from the federal government and awarded to an adoption agency lobby group so that they can tell us what to think and fell about adoption. Over half their operating budget received from our tax money, but they still promote what favors the other half of their funding, the agencies. So what do they actually do with all that money?? They have to pay their hard working staff. President and head honcho, Thomas Atwood, is a very busy man. He must keep up with EBD’s Adam Pertman, battling him head for head on NPR and in print. Dumpster diving to save babies pays well for Atwood makes a pretty penny defending the poor, scared, surrendering mothers from their annoying adoptee spawn. He worked 60 hours a week for the $150,104.00 he brought home in 2005. His benefit package seems pretty substantial at $26,046. He receives health, dental and life insurance, plus a pension plan. Interestingly enough, his pay is broken down into compensation, management, and fundraising. I do wonder if he doesn’t get a percentage of what he brings in out of fundraising. None of the other board members get paid though there are other paid employees at the NCFA. Not counting Mr. Atwood, the NCFA claims $754,122.00 in other salaries and wages. We do have the income of some key players to account for: Daniel Resse, the Development Director gets $115K plus another15K in benefits. Lee Allen who serves as the Communication Director makes $91K plus another 16 in benefits and perks. And at last, the hard working Training Director, Charles Johnson, rakes in 88K plus 13 putting together all the national training opportunities to convince folks that adoption is swell. They do not get reimbursed for travel and other expenses but the agency pays out directly those $237,485.00in expenses. Their other expenses are not so huge really consider that they have employees, buildings, an apartment, etc. Boring expected things like supplies, the phone, over 60K in postage, conferences, etc. are included as operating expenses. Oddly enough, nothing at all under legal fees and only $332.00spent in advertising. Likewise, only $1,088 in income tax, but I guess the whole “non-profit” status fits in there. Being a lobby group it makes sense to see what the NCFA invests in their legislative efforts. In their own words they “provides strategic policy briefs, expert testimony at legislative hearings, personalized briefings on adoption issues, conferences, grassroots leadership, and monitoring and reporting on adoption-related legislative activities. Policy makers in all levels and branches of government, look to NCFA for leadership and analysis of adoption policy issues.” Here we can see the numbers over several years: 2005:$297,611 2004: $405,814 2003: $613,703 2002: $400,234. Adding up the four year total results in $1,717,362.00 spent on convincing our elected officials, with our tax monies that: Americans need to recognize Adoption as a loving option, more people need to be able to afford to adopt, privacy is desired and mothers need to be protected from bad fathers who might force them to parent unwanted children They spent their lobby money wisely as the NCFA did convince the government to sponsor the Infant Adoption Awareness Initiative. All together the first federal grant was 8.6 million given to four agencies with the lion’s share of 6.1 million going to the NCFA over a four year period. Growing out of legislation by the U.S. Congress in 2000, the primary purpose of the program was to train pregnancy and health counselors in federally funded clinics to present adoption as an option to women with unplanned pregnancies. It has since expanded to target and include anyone who might ever come in contact with anyone experiencing an unplanned pregnancy in order to present adoption as a positive option. Parenting is not on their agenda. In more than 1,700 training days since 2002, NCFA’s IAATP has trained more than 17,000 individuals from all 50 states. They offer two and one day trainings with lodging and a meal stipend provided to all participants. The trainings continue in 2007 as the NCFA is pleased to be designated as the Infant Adoption Training Initiative Grantee for Health Region 3. In 2005, the Infant Adoption Awareness Training claims expenses of $1,657,620.00. The IAATP education is separate from other services and their expenses and looks to operate as a fiscally positive venture for the NCFA as well as its members. Aside from the IAATP, the NCFA brings in an additional $162,175 from their “educational publications” that people and professionals must buy. They operate at a loss there as they claim $240,022 for printing these gems. Separate from that is the very similar sounding “member services” for the public at $147,687.00 in expenses and the education for agencies, charities, and more public at $204,039.00. Bottom line is that the NCFA spends lots of money telling Americans how adoption is a positive option. Where did they get that idea? Since the NCFA was created in order to advocate for the positive attributes of adoption, it stands to reason that a negative feeling regarding adoption had to be the predecessor. Listed in their 2005 expense category is their ‘research’ costs of $239,932.00 and the NCFA has a long history of conducting research on what makes mothers think warm and fuzzy thoughts about adoption. They do it often in cahoots with their pals, The Family Research Council, who gets credited for publishing the “The Missing Piece”. Back in 2000, the Missing Piece found that adoption was associated as a painful sacrifice that no mother should be asked to make. Adoption was thought to be “a lie, abandonment, harmful, deceptive, and painful” They then put their heads together to try to figure out how to make mothers view adoption differently so they would look into the “loving option” and the IAATP was born. This time around the NCFA went more achedemic, hiring CharlesT Kenny, PhD to author their newest publication. They needed “new understandings into the dynamics of birthmothers’ decisions that will facilitate better presentation of the adoption option in pregnancy counseling and through the media.” Dr. Kenny who just happens to be, president of The Right Brain People., had just the way to conduct this important research.
“Right Brain Research is an in-depth, one-on-one methodology that includes the use of visualization, relaxation and repetition to uncover the subconscious emotional motivators that are not apparent …….The Right Brain People’s methodology uncovers emotional needs and emotional barriers that drive consumer decisions in the marketplace. The nature of consumers' emotional reactions are uncovered, rather than sampling their surface opinions. Right Brain Strategy Development works hand in hand with Right Brain Research to assist clients in translating the findings from the research into dynamic brand strategy plans. The unprecedented synergy between research and strategy development has allowed the firm’s clients to leverage their brands as never before...”
Using Mothers who had previously surrendered as guinea pigs, the Right Brain folks advertised for mothers to come forth for this research from Texas and Chicago areas. They paid 51 mothers $100 each. Mothers did not know what they were being question for or who the final “client” was. They report being blindfolded the whole time, making them relive the trauma of their experiences so that the researchers could “take an inside look at the psychological pressures that come to bear when a women decides how to address the painful question of abortion, adoption or motherhood….and understand more about how the counseling process can affect women's choices as they decide their futures." The results of this research became the grand NCFA publication, Birthmother, GoodMother: The Heroic Story of her Redemption” The findings conclude that:
“After working through their fears and conflicts, birthmothers choose adoption because they believe that it is best for their children. They realize that adoption is not abandonment; it is a loving, responsible act. By choosing what is best for their children, birthmothers see themselves as good mothers. Instead of feeling like bad mothers for abandoning children or "giving them away," they now begin to see that placing their children with loving couples is what it means for them to be good mothers. They redeem themselves, transforming their mistakes into positive outcomes. Adoption allows them to recover their self-esteem, restore their identity, and renew their dreams and goals.”
This can be seen as a total polar opposite of the way mothers had been viewed and treated in the country. In the past, mothers were shamed into surrendering their children if born out of wedlock and given no choice at all.
"Illegitimacy is taboo in our society. A child born out of wedlock carries a stigma for life, while his unwed mother is often treated as a social outcast - an irresponsible, sexual delinquent who must be forced into seclusion as punishment for her flagrant violation of our most sacred principles."
Forced by their own families into maternity homes, ostracized by society, denied employment and a place to live, mothers signed away their children because they were “bad girls”. There was no redemption, just secrecy and false stories “moving on” and “getting over it”. As society changed and it became impossible to openly treat women in such ways, the adoption industry had to find another way to keep fresh babies in the coffers. No longer could they be forced nor shamed into it, mothers had to be convinced that surrendering a child to adoption was a good idea. That becoming a birthmother meant being a “Good mother”. What has been embraced by the adoption industry is the concept of “owning“ the decision to surrender. Adoption, if viewed as a choice even if there is lack of other viable options, becomes completely the mothers’ responsibility. “Creating an Adoption plan” is said to be “empowering”.
" We actually influence [her] choices because by our questions, by the considerations we place before [her], by our examination together with [her] of [her] feelings and impulses and their relation, implicit or explicit, to social expectations, we attempt to affect [her] decision to act in ways that are compatible with society's standards and values... [Her] choice... may well be affected by the caseworker's holding [her] to careful considerations of [her] immediate drives and wishes in relation to social expectations and the adjustment [she] seeks, which is adjustment in [her] society. Perhaps this pervasive influence of the 'social' consideration has marked our major difference from other forms of helping or therapy."
In the end, it is portrayed that adoption professionals are only asking the “hard questions’ that need to be asked and asking for all to “support” the mother as she makes her decision. In this way, if adoption does turn out to be a negative or regretful situation, the mother has no one but herself to blame. The IAATP is a training course instructing professionals on how to do this effectively. Adoption professionals are encouraged to “develop techniques” to clarify concerns that arise in a crisis pregnancy such as what their long term goals are, imagining life as a single mother, examining their current support structure, having them imagine how life would be with a six week old, never sleeping, colicky baby and homework, how they might feel knowing their baby had a loving caring, two parent home, etc. Apparently learning to adequately council a mother with theses questions “Helps clients gain insight into their own beliefs and needs, and helps counselors assist their clients to act wisely in preparing for the birth of their babies”. It also seems to that having less than perfect answers would sway a mother to think that her baby would be “better” if “loving placed” within the traditional “God-ordained institutions of marriage and family” . That all falls right within the doctrine of the Family Research Council, the NCFA, various Pro –life and rightwing group agendas. To recap: An Adoption Agency lobby group uses federal grant money to hire a research and marketing firm to probe into the minds of mothers developing a “birthmother brand development” to sell to the “consumers’ in order to promote a more positive public perception of adoption so that more mothers will “make the loving choice” to be separated from their babies fulfilling the needs to the clients, the agencies. Who follows to these recommendations? How does this translate into influencing agencies and the like? After all, they claim over 17,000 professionals who might come in contact with mothers facing an unplanned pregnancy have received the training instructing mothers that adoption is not painful, not a lie, not harmful, not abandonment and not deceitful. One only has to go to almost any agency website and see what they are saying. From American Adoptions:
Placing a baby for adoption, rather than ending a life, is an extraordinary expression of selflessness, requiring a complex decision-making ability concluding adoption to be a win-win-win choice. Women who choose adoption not only choose to give the miracle of life to a new human being, but also to give the gift of parenthood to families who want nothing more in the world. When faced with great adversity, birth mothers show great courage and understanding. Out of nothing more than pure love for their baby, birth mothers choose adoption - giving not only their babies a life full of love, but parents a baby to cherish. Just as they cherish their new baby, adoptive parents will also cherish the birth mother for not choosing to "give up" on her baby. Rather than "giving up" their babies, birth mothers do quite the opposite - they place their babies into the arms of an eternally grateful, loving family that will spend their days doing nothing more than cherishing the gift that birth mother gave them.
From Courageous Choice:
Pregnant and considering adoption? Only very courageous and unselfish women choose adoption. The tough choices ahead are yours to make but we are here to help guide you throughout this process with love and friendship. We’re to assist you not only with your adoption plan, but also with your overall life situation. Our hope is that your experience will be one of learning, growth, giving, and perhaps a “fresh start.”
From Bethany Christian Services:
Facing an Unexpected Pregnancy with Courage Birthparents who care would never consider adoption. You may think that if you consider adoption for your child, you are a cold, uncaring, selfish person. Maybe you're afraid others will think you don't love your child. In fact, women who make adoption plans for their children are among the most courageous, for they put their child's needs first. Your pregnancy counselor can arrange for you to speak with birthparents who have already placed a child for adoption and struggled with this issue. You will see how much they love their child. Allowing your child to be born is a loving choice. Choosing to place your child with a family that can provide a stable, loving home is an act of love and sacrifice, not an act of abandonment.
From Gladney Canter for Adoption:
Adoption is the loving act of biological parents (birth parents) who choose a family to nurture and care for their child. When considering adoption, you're thinking about your child and what's best for his or her life. Adoption finds forever homes for children, homes where emotional and financial support create a stable, lifelong future for your child. Adoption is not about giving away your baby. Adoption's about making a plan for your child's life. Adoptive parents often tell their children, even as babies, of the tremendous love their birth parents have for them. Adopted children grow up with a great deal of respect and a very special love and appreciation for their birth parents.
It is very clear that a great number of agencies and professionals have taken these techniques and recommendations to heart when providing information to mothers considering adoption. With the assistance of the NCFA, the Infant Adoption Awareness Training Program and research such as “<Birthmother, GoodMother: the Heroic Story of her Redemption”, the tools are clearly in place to coax mothers into believing that adoption is not only positive, but often best. It would not be such a terrible thing if these facts were as true as they were portrayed, but they are not. What they ignored: Other scientific research has also been conducted since the beginning of adoption practices and the various findings contradict what the NCFA and agencies falsely advertise. A study published in 1999 taking in all previously published scientific studies, concluded that:
“The relinquishing mother is at risk for long term physical psychological and social repercussions. Although interventions have been proposed, little is known about their effectiveness in preventing or alleviating these repercussions”
In fact, without question, every study, the historical evidence, the anecdotal evidence, and statistics all point out, to various degrees, that mothers who relinquish are significantly altered by the surrender experience and not in positive nor redeeming ways. While “counseling” is often seen as a way to mitigate negative feelings, reassuring an exiled mother over and over again that her decision was “right” and “best”, it frequently does little but create more internal conflicts as the proposed logic of the surrender’s validity is juxtaposed with her natural maternal yearnings. Of course, none of this information is ever included when the educational information released by an agency that profits financially though the surrender. The NCFA didn’t tell them too. The real scientific evidence might be seen as “negative” and goes against the mission of “promoting a positive” feeling for adoption. It is frequently proposed that as society and our views of adoption have evolved to an accretive and positive way, then the negative feelings of more current relinquishing mothers will also be on a decline. The Origins-USA 2007 study Mothers' Voices, Surrender Experiences and Long-Term Effects, concludes that while the approach and methodology of adoption has changed, the internal feelings, the life long grief and the natural feelings of mothers has not changed over almost a 50 year period. It seems that the internal make up of mothers does not permanently and drastically change over time just because everyone tells her it is a good thing. Unfortunately, it does however seem, that the teachings of the NCFA do have a temporary effect. OMG! What have I done? The perverse marketing of positive family separation has infiltrated not only adoption professionals, but the media and general public alike. With “goodmother” and promises of continued contact via open adoption, the numbers of infants “voluntarily” relinquished has stood firm somewhere under 15,000 a year despite legal abortion, advances in birth control, acceptance of single parenting etc. By glorifying and “honoring” the good mothers, something might have back fired on the NCFA. Previously, mothers who surrendered were expected to slink back with their secrets into normal life, but now, they are taught to be proud and wear their birth mother status as a red badge of courage. As mothers talk to other mothers and share the experiences, they realize that they are not alone in their natural feelings of grief and loss. As younger mothers talk to older mothers they see their own future ahead where time will not heal this wound. The true information that contradicts the NCFA message is easier to come by. For what ever the reason, mothers are finding out sooner, rather than later, that living through adoption is not all it was portrayed to be. No longer does it take 40 years until an adult adoptee reunites, or even 18 until they are of age for the message to come home. Not even a few years into a continuously painful open adoption, or the birth of the second, parented child, that allows a mother to see what she has lost is needed. For those who bother to notice, the cries of pain and despair are happening very soon after surrender. One mother who runs a support board just recently agreed:
“I have noticed a change in the air lately. You are totally right. I've had so many Moms come here as soon as they place regretting their decision. I wish we could get to more before they sign the papers.”
and then, it is too late. Perhaps, the NCFA’s systematic and over saturated teachings are being given to women who would not have, in earlier years, been as vulnerable to the “adoption option”. Perhaps the market is so desperate for infants and the high profits that an infant relinquishment brings to an adoption business those women are subjected to this “goodmother” scrutiny when previously they would not be even seen on an agencies radar. Perhaps the professionals have polished their skills to such perfection that mothers are truly not “choosing” but getting convinced, brainwashed even, into giving away their babies. It actually has to be expected. The bottom line is that the National Council for Adoption wants mothers to be separated from their children. Their very existence was conceived to make family separation seem like a good idea and teach others in the field the same positive view. The NCFA does this to protect their members’ interests. Their members are adoption agencies. Adoption agencies make billions of dollars in profits from family separation. They need babies to continue business. Millions of dollars given and spent to convince the public and mothers that giving your baby away is a good thing. And for what reason? Follow the money. Babies are the products to be sold and then be grateful. Mothers are a market to be exploited in the guise of redemption for a false sin of sex and fertility. Hopeful adoptive parents are the clients willing to shell out thousands to make their dreams come true. Agencies are the brokers, trading products to the next highest bidders and the National Council for Adoption paints the public picture of the whole thing, blows smoke, and tells everyone how good it all feels. More great facts on this subject here? Click this!

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Bernadette Wright on the Radio!

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE NOVEMBER, 27, 2007 Bernadette Wright, Ph.D., President of Origins-USA will be speaking be on two upcoming radio shows. Her interview on The Adoption Show with Michelle Edmonds (www.theadoptionshow.com) will air in early December, date to be determined. Topics discussed include Origins-USA’s study on the effects of relinquishments on mothers’ lives, the nature and extent of adoption coercion, and what has changes and what has stayed the same over the past five decades. Wright also addressed the adoption industry and what Origins-USA is doing for Adoption BEWAREness Month. Wright also appeared as a guest on the new "Speaking of Adoption" program, which discussed, among other issues, Adoption BEWAREness Month, Ethica’s support of the goals of Origins-USA,and Origins-USA’s policy positions. The Speaking of Adoption program aired 2 to 3 pm eastern time on the internet and on the airwaves of WOON 1240 AM, Rhode Island on Tuesday, November 27, 2007. The program will be archived for one week until next week's show replaces it. You can listen online anywhere in the world when you go to www.onworldwide.com or www.on1240.com, click on the "on demand" button, and then click on the square with host Donna Montalbano’s pic and the show name.

Looking for that Magic Key!

After seeing the disappointing "August Rush" on Saturday, Bonnie and I decided to grab ourselves a wee cocktail and headed over to Snapper McGee's. Still being Saturday night, I was happy to see many a friendly face there and though we made our rounds, Bonnie and I sat at the bar, had a beer, and talked adoption stuff. Surprised? In the midst of the conversation, we touched upon that just bad feeling that we both have, that we in a certain way, did this to ourselves. Though she was up here at the time, and I on LI and in NYC, being the same age, getting pregnant at the same time, having boys 5 days apart, it was the same time frame and the same social order that we experienced. The greatest difference is that I went the agency route and she fell in with a private lawyer/ private adoption. And as she said "I did this.. I found them". "So did I. I called my agency. I sent myself away" Yeah, parallel guilt too. So we were talking about what we were told, how we were NOT given accurate info about what this would be like, etc. But were torturing ourselves with that age old question.. would we have listen? And I have wondered that before, countless times. If I had met myself and even knowing what my triggers and reasons are.. could I have save us/me/her/him like Jordon/Elena and Sarah? Or would I have just become like Dot? And I have had this conversations with countless others before: What makes one person "get it" and then another will just cling onto what they wish to believe even if it is so very untrue. And this thought rings true for ALL of this adoption stuff... be it an adoptive parent, or Joe citizen, or Katie Couric, or the considering parents in a crisis pregnancy.. what is that magic combination of facts and emotions that suddenly the light goes off and AHA! It drives me crazy! I mean, I have been accused at pulling at people's heartstrings to met my own agenda. I have been accused of distorting facts or not having enough facts. I have been accused of being too emotional or abusing the emotions, of being cruel and mean, of just needing therapy, etc. Sometimes I have felt that I have hounded, or not hounded enough. And then sometimes, I am just totally amazed that I speak.. and people to get what I am saying, respond to it, and Woopee! it all comes together, but I still have no clue what is tghe right combination of formulas! And this came up on Nic's Blog too..what allows some people, in that case Adoptive and perspective adoptive parents, to see that relinquishment is devastating to moms, the great majority of moms, and then some really really want to think that this is what we want? And then, how come moms, like me and Bonnie, actually acted like we DID want this???? Can you hear the overwhelming frustration? Anyway.. so back to the bar, Bonnie and me sitting there and I am telling her what we didn't know, how we could not have known, etc. And getting into really, the trust aspect of believing what the "professionals" whom we trusted fed to us. And I do think that is key to much of this, even with PAPS too. That the agencies and lawyers do a lousy job of really preparing all parties and the public, and they fed all of us crap that we all buy into because we think that they are the ones who really know. And that's human nature to an extent, I think. You go to the doctor and they tell you something and you believe them: "No, it is just a cyst". Of course, you want it to be a cyst, cysts are harmless, he says its a cyst, your nagging feelings are just silly, and it's not a really bad thing, so when you see blood in your urine, you tell yourself it's just that cyst because the doctor said so and he knows what he is talking about. So my ruptured spleen was just gas. My broken arm will heal without surgery. My mother had gastritis, not colon cancer. Global warming is just twisted facts. Saddam had weapons of mass destruction. Some birth mothers really did want to lose their children and are grateful to adoption. Because it's a good thing! So thank goodness someone adopted all our kids! whew! yeah. Ok, so we see the point of where I am with this, right? Which brings me back to the bar, and sitting there, thinking again: What would have "gotten" to the 19 year old panicked, pregnant, "a baby will ruin your life" Claud. And Bonnie brought up a great point: Telling us about what harm WE would have probably would mean nothing. That's part of the whole "sacrifice" mentality. How we suffered, expected to suffer, as part of the redemption, as part of the nobility, to be better mothers.. for the best interests of our children. I was all into it actually. I was all dark and sorrowful and Goth before the relinquishment.. heck, adoption gave me a real reason to be morose! Woohoo! I really had suffered, been broken, better than the next Goth chicks dysfunction. I win! And not to be that glib about it, but that's a real component too. There is that whole dark, strange appeal..at least for me. So telling me that I would suffer for decades? I doubt that would have been a real turn off or light bulb moment. I was suppose to suffer. I knew that. I was raised Catholic. It's called penance. But we choose to suffer FOR the good of our kids. And this is where I think the Achilles heel is at. Because all this adoption mythology is wrapped up in the pretty "best for the baby" wrapping paper. And in no way did my agency give me any indication about how Adopted persons are over represented in the mental health fields, or in prison, or more prone to suicide, or colic as babies, or ADD, or anxiety, or trust issues, or suffering from lack of genetic mirroring, or any of the other myriads of "issues' that can be pinned to adoption. What I was told was that Max would need to 1) know his medical information, 2) have a picture of me, 3) be curious about his nationality, 4)have a name at birth 5) be held in the hospital. All the things that I did. In fact ANYTHING that they, the professionals, said that I needed to do FOR him, to make it better, I did. I did it with a vengeance. I worried, I agonized. The inscribed copy of "Where the Wild Things Are", the Max Doll, his name, pictures of me, the only picture I had of his dad, all that I knew about us all. Picking the "best" parents, signing the relinquishment forms as soon as legally able so he could go "home' as soon as possible. In this, I followed all their recommendations to a "T". And look at the industry, how they get moms; how they sell us the whole "package". You want to sign off ASAP after birth so, God forbid, your baby does not need to go to evil foster care, but ready to bond with his family. APs in the hospital room and pre birth, so baby "knows' them too. Medical care payments are better for the baby. Adoptive breast feeding: better for baby. Really, you tell us it's gonna be "better' for our kids, and we'll go for it! Hook, line and sinker. And even now..years later..who is it that I say is the cause of my learning to 're-think", but adoptees. They were the ones who said to me "If you say to your son that you never regretted anything, then it is hurtful" and so, not wanting to hurt my child, I re-learn, I re-think, I begin to understand and allow into my mind.. the very thing that does hurt me again..adoption..because it is better for my child. Of course, this time they were right. It is better for him for me to "get it' and not expect his thanks. Adoptees ARE the real professionals. But I sure as heck hadn't had any experience talking to them back then. I had the agency folks to believe, And also, getting back to all the excellent Adoptive parents too..they, in general, seem to understand that their child has losses connected to adoption and are willing too sacrifice their own feelings to acknowledge those loses be "best" for their children. And other professionals who can see that, really, adoption should be the last resort because to be with a natural family and kinfolk has real value..and is best, better for children. And so, if you are still following me here, in some weird convoluted way, sitting there on a bar stool at Snapper's I discovered my own magic stop button.. that real factor that could have stopped this train wreck...if they had said that I, together, struggling, single, and our real dysfunctional, odd freak family, was BETTER than adoption, then I think I would have actually listened to that. I was trying so hard to do the right thing., to make it all right, to make them happy, to redeem myself, to fix it, and to be the best I could for Max. I was told the better thing was to give him up, to them for what they had was "more " and better. I was willing to make the sacrifice for that... if I was the better, I bet I could have applied the same energy there too. They just sold me the wrong bill of goods. And then, you have to ask yourself why. Of course, we do know the answer, but still. I sacrificed for the betterment of an agency, not for my baby. More people should listen to the adoptees. More should speak out.. not just online, but all the live long day. I swear that's the key.

I love you more.

There is one odd perk of being a blogger that I have noticed lately...people email about all sorts of stuff. I guess I am being asked to endorse or whatever about what it is that they are pitching. Who knows, maybe we all get them and I actually pay attention, but I read 'em. I mean hey, you never really know who is emailing.. today it was Northeast Public Radio..so it's good to check it out. So if people want to send me stuff..Ok, I say sure, but I am not making any promises! Anyway, I get one about a month ago about a new kids book..and I say sure... send me your book. I'll check it out. And sure enough, a few days later I get a nice new pre release version of a book to review. Rye is all like "WTF? Now people send you books?" but yeah? So, of course I don't pay too much attention to it. It's right before RegDay and I'm making signage, so I toss it aside. But, I don't let it get burried and Tristan & Scarlett see it in a few days and ask me to read it to them. And so I do. One of the benfits, and drawbacks, of having the "office" where I write in the middle of the technical "dining room" of the house is that the kids do interject themselves in my every waking being. But, indeed I am going to take a "read to the budding readers" moment. And they just love this silly little book. They think it rocks. And it is cute. Nice Indeed.. " I love you more than the higher rocket ever flown.." Bright pictures, all kid frindly, easy words, big text, good message, nice concept..and they really dig it. We have kept it out and I have read it to them repeatedily. And I have thought..wow, they really like that book..I should blog that at least. And then tonight, it's after tub time. Poor Rye is still working extra late painting the house that we are flipping down the street and so I am doing the bathing. I am brushing Scarlett's still wet hair so it runs like silk to her waist. Garin, long and lanky is spralled on my bed talking to me about something, which is good for a 16 year old. Tristan is being all silly and hyped up, but requests that the book, sitting on my TV table gets read - again! Because it is late and it's hard enough to manage 2 plus feet of girl hair tangles with one hand without adding reading a picture book, I ask Garin to read it..and surprisingly, he does. The punk rock skater dude brother reads " I love you more" to his younger siblings and mysellf.. and it was even cuter than it sounds. Granted, he read it half way and announced it "gay", but but it was still cute. I knew it one of "those moments' and burned it into my memory banks. Then we ended it all by each making up our own " I love you more than..." Iyt did get silly, like I love you more than the stinkiest fart ever flown. But that's how we roll here. If you can add the word fart in it, then add it twice and giggle like a dern fool. But even the 16 year old did it too. And if a silly little kids book can give me a moment like that, then I'll blog about it. THAT gets my endorsement. Good book.

review: August Rush

I don't have to say again how loopy excited I was to go see this film. Hoped for by the adoption truth lovers as THE film to get get people to understand some of the complexities of adoption separation, I ignored the fact that I spent the majority of the previous 56 hours in bed with a flu and bounced out the door. Bonnie picked me out a few minutes after seven, and I hurriedly raced to throw Tristan a good night kiss (Scarlett was over at Grandma's ), said bye to Rye and boogied. We were prepared.. armed with tissues, mentally prepared to cry our faces off, and with a pocketbook full of Origins-USA brochures for other adoption sufferers that the movie might draw out. We got our sodas and candies and found our theater seats. I get spying into the faces of other movie goers, trying to "see" who might carry that mom look in their eyes. But you know, we really don't wear a scarlet letter, so I couldn't tell. The movie was relatively filled. I was thinking, "wow..why would so many people be into this adoption movie?" But as Bonnie pointed out.. it was Saturday night.. and then too, I don't know what other adult, calm not violent movies were being offered that day. Mostly older couples, a few groups of women, a few women alone, but who might have just wanted a feel good flick or who might just be a music geek? I am so prepared to cry, I almost get weepy at the credits.. and then it begins..ahh........... huh? wait..wait..ohhhhh..poop...phshaw.. It was..cute. Feel good. I would say more for the music geek. Lots and lots of music geek stuff. The kid, August, was pretty freaky weird of a character. Billed as a musical prodigy, he acted in this odd stare allot and invade personal space way.. more like a slightly autistic idiot savant way really. All big and doe eyed, he kept up this weird fascinated face until he was making music and then he had on this gleeful joy face on. A bit annoying. Mom, Lila, Kerry Russel, was endearing, but had a similar doe eyed look. There were a few scenes where she had the opportunity to demonstrate the depth of loss, but really only skimmed the surface. Granted she thought that she had lost the baby at birth and lost then , too, he desired to play music, he ability to be happy was implied, but again, glossed over. When, at her father's deathbed, he confesses to choosing adoption "for her" and forging her signature, her anger was also minor league. Granted, she only wanted to know about her child, and dropped everything to find him in desperation, but I would have kicked dear old Dad in the teeth, deathbed or not. Bonnie got ticked off when she went to find him at the Department of Children's services or something and the "helpful" worker admonished her with the "Why do you want him NOW?".. Of course, Lila's reasoning is that she only knew of him now..so she was really immune to this line of questioning, but many of us are not.. so it spoke of that damned if you do, damned if you don't mentality of many. Again..could have been explored so much more. Ok so... blah blah Hollywood.. lots of music a few cute lines.. Robin Williams was a creep..things very, very far fetched.. etc. A bit contrived..yeah, just a bit. Yes, there was one very touching scene where father and son just happenstance to met in Washington Square Park and bond over their love of music and unknowingly shared DNA. Oh and the things that were really, really very annoying... -kid gets freed for adoption in '91? Like a healthy white infant boy would EVER spend his whole life in the "Walden home for Boys" orphanage in NY?? No way!! That baby would have been snatched up in an instant! And like all the kids in that "home" were white.. pure BS. -no one seems to get real upset that Dad forged mom's signature. Not her, not the social worker guy. and no authorata' either. -Julliard takes in, free on would assume, a kid who has no parents? Like who OK'd THAT? Who approved? The minister who found the kid? God? And yeah, much more of that. I mean, it was cute. It was entertaining. It was enjoyable enough, but it wasn't what I had hoped. Yes, all rejoice when protagonist meet as serendipitously played out at the end. Woohoo, happy ending. Yeah, the music was pretty. And yes, the overall finial feeling was that finding your family feels good, but....oh, it could have been so much more. Less plot twists and false suspense, almost meetings and scenes of ships passing in the night and we might have had a movie of a bit more substance, but ... then it would not have been a Hollywood feel good music geek movie with an adoption related plot line thrown in..then it would have been the movie one of us would have made about adoption...and that hasn't happened yet.

The Origin of the Word "Birthmother"

The first known use of the word "birth" as a descriptive and identifiable adjective for a woman who has lost her child to adoption is attributed to Pearl S. Buck in 1956. In the June issue of Women's Home Companion, Buck wrote a piece called “We Can Free the Children”. Buck, clearly talking about unwed mothers and the feelings of society uses “birth” as a separate word, but as a designating factor.
What chance has the child born out of wedlock to find a wholesome family and community life if his mother keeps him? The California citizens noted shrewdly that, while persons are eager to adopt children, though born out of wedlock, yet society as a whole condemns the unwed mother. If it is better for the child born out of wedlock to stay with his birth mother, what can be done to change social attitudes toward her and her child?" p. 63
Later on, in 1972, again Pearl S. Buck employs “birth” to make the distinction between the natural mother of a perspective child and the future adoptive parents, in this case herself. “I Am the Better Woman for Having My Two Black Children,” was published in Today's Health, January 1972, 21-22, 64
“My husband and I thought our family of five adopted children was complete when she first came to us. Her birth mother was a girl in a small town in Germany. Her father was an American soldier who was killed. He was black. The German mother said his black child was despised in her town and had no future there. She begged his university president in Washington to find the father’s family. I was a trustee of the university. We tried to find the family, but they had disappeared without trace. What then should we do with the child? From experience we knew that the little black children from Germany had difficulty adjusting to black mothers. The president looked at me. “Would you. . .” “Of course I will,” I said. “We’d love to have another child.”
Pearl S. Buck was a great proponent of adoption, being an repeat adoptive parent herself. While she does seemingly have some compassion towards natural mothers, and did adopt children that were considered “unadoptable”, the fact stands that the use of the word “birth” was coined for mothers of adoption loss by an adoptive parent, not taken and made self identifiable until later on. __________ Minneapolis social worker Marietta Spencer is attributed to beginning the trend of "positive adoption language" (PAL) which completely endorsed the use of the word “birth mother” as the “proper” and correct way to address a mother who had lost her child to adoption. Positive Adoption Language (P.A.L.) is a concept pioneered thirty years ago by Spencer who was a social worker at the Children's Home Society of Minnesota, not a mother of adoption loss. The actual date of publication of PAL is not yet defined, but it is thought that while the public exposure to PAL might be after the birth of CUB, the ideals and concept of PAL and the widespread usage of “birth” terms was talk about and molded behind the scenes before in the late 60‘s or early 70‘s. It was refined in the last decade by many pro-adoption advocates. “P.A.L acknowledges the thoughtfulness and responsibility of birthparents who make an adoption choice. Negative adoption language tends to judge birthparents harshly or portrays them as victims. ” Now it sounds all very nice until one actually looks at the list. Adoptive parents become the one and only “Parents”. Real parents are “birthparents”, as are natural parents only “birthparents”. PAL was made to allow adoptive parents to talk out any and all negativity to the process of adoption with their needs in mind. If term usage might honestly convey mothers of adoption loss as victims, as many were and still are, then people might have to think twice about their feelings or about the very foundation of adoption. As so clearly stated “Birthmothers are just that and no more or less. They are not the "NATURAL" or "REAL" mother. If they were it would make the adoptive parents "UNNATURAL" and "UNREAL" parent. Think about that for a moment.” Of course, if one wants to follow that line of thinking, the opposite of “birth” is “death”, but no adoptive parent walks around thinking themselves as “death parents”. That doesn’t sound nearly as pretty. PAL has become Respectful Adoption Language ( RAL). As quoted by Patricia Irwin Johnston, an infertility and adoption educator “those of us who feel that adoption is a beautiful and healthy way to form a family and a responsible and respectable alternative to other forms of family planning, ask that you consider the language you use very carefully when speaking about those of us who are touched by adoption” In other words, the people for whom adoption is “beautiful” want to use terminology that makes it sound nice and pretty. To note, PAL and RAL are endorsed by agencies, social workers, facilitators, lawyers, and other adoption professionals, plus adoptive parents. ______________ Often attributed to the invention of the name “birthmother” is Lee Campbell at the beginnings of Concerned United Birthmothers ( CUB) and here is where the true bone of contention begins. Documented by Rickie Solinger in “Beggars and Choosers”, the Cub story goes down in history like this:
“According to Lee, in the summer of 1976 “we agreed on ‘birth parent’ and birthparenthood.’ We didn’t want to upset adoptive parents with ‘natural.’ And ‘biological’ now made us gag. ‘Biological,’ we felt, was descriptive of a mechanical incubator or unfeeling baby machine. ‘Birth’ was the key. With ‘birth parents’ as one word….. we were like other one-word progenitors, like grandparents.”
Which would almost be fine if it was a true self indefinable decision, but it was a compromise at best. Stating herself that “We didn’t want to upset adoptive parents with ‘natural.’”, means again, that this naming was based on the feelings of others who had more power. And more power they did, indeed, have. As remembered by Betty Jean Lifton in an open letter to Joe Soll on CUB boards in 9/06,
" .... The reform movement tangled with the issue of language as early as the seventies. Lee Campbell, the founder of CUB, just reminded me that I argued for the term 'natural mother' because it was the one used in all the historical texts. It was the term I used in my memoir Twice Born, which came out in 1975. And I still prefer it. But somehow the struggle with the agencies and adoptive parent groups narrowed down to 'birth mother' and 'biological mother.'" ....
The industry said CUB could only use the terms "birth" and "biological". CUB chose "birth." as a lesser of two evils. Most people preferred Natural, since that was the term used historically and on most of the legal records, including relinquishment papers, but adopters didn't like it, so it was dropped. Natural moms rendered powerless to even chose a collective name for themselves based on the feelings of those who benefited from them to begin with. This is why the "birth terms" represent powerlessness, silence, and polite obedience to the system -- shutting up and being good little breeders who won't make waves, don't make trouble, and don't have a voice. The aims of CUB at that time was to not be threatening, to gain a measure of respect, and gather the support of adoptive parents and professionals to fight for open records and know one’s adopted children. Thirty years later, these battles are still not resolved and still very much an issue with member of the adoption arena. Now the argument can be made that “birthmother” is now an accepted and recognized part of our society and also that one should “honor” the fight of the early pioneers who fought to get any recognition to the plight of mothers of loss. While the concepts are noble, the actuality of it is not. “Birthmother” was not only chosen as a compromise. Buck used “birth” as a descriptive adjective, while CUB made it a name for mothers of loss because it made a nice acronym. As reported by an adoptee after speaking to Lee Campbell herself at the 2006 CUB retreat in Florida . "Basically, she ( Campbell) says that the name was biological parents but she didn't like it. She was on the phone with another and talked about it and came up with birth parent. As they discussed it they bean to name CUB and came up with "Birth Parents United in Concern" but the acronym was BPUIC, so she decided to join the first two into one word so that it had the same feel as grandparents and tied it to the family name. The problem with that was the acronym became BUIC and she didn't want it to be associated with a car so the redid the order and came up with Concerned United Birthparents…… Okay, she clarified that she believes she was the first one to put it together as one word birthparent so as to make it similar to grandparent and give it the same style of family tie.” While the respect of one word, like grandparent, might have been hoped for, the real reason for dropping the space between the word had to due with advertising and name recognizably. Again, it sounded better. As Rickie Solinger said in her keynote address at the Shedding Light In Adoption 2006 conference in NY, “ Language is a way for a powerless group to reclaim power and fight exploitation and oppression.” Part of that fight is knowing the truth. Know the roots and meanings of a word before you take on that mantle. Know what the history really is and why it is accepted, and then decide if you want to wear the label.

August Rush

I'm going to the mooovviessss! Ok so I say that in a sad sing song way because I never get to the movies anymore, but I just got to go to this one! So we already had plans..we, as in Bonnie my mom friend who lives a parallel life to me..but we had said next week...i don't care that I am still flashing fever, she asked if we could do it tonight..and truthfully ..i just cannot wait!!Hell, yeah..I'm ready. I'm ready to cry my face off. Been practicing all day! Well, not really, but the height of PMS is aparently here today as I have already cried to: The Day After Tomorrow and Amageddon. And we know that neither of those two ceinimagraphic creations are really made to be tear jerkers..so yeah, I'n a goner/ But I packed tissues and left off any sign of eye makeup! Review after! And THEN, see adoption is getting HOT! HOT! HOT!, we have our next: Juno! I have to admit..I am not to sure how I feel about this one..adoption comedy..eh?
Juno, a whip-smart teen, confronts an unplanned pregnancy by her classmate Bleeker. With the help of her hot best friend Leah, Juno finds her unborn child a "perfect" set of parents: an affluent suburban couple, Mark and Vanessa, longing to adopt. Luckily, Juno has the total support of her parents as she faces some tough decisions, flirts with adulthood and ultimately figures out where she belongs.
Yes, it does look kinda funny...i mean it's made by funny guys..but again..adoption comedy??? Here's the trailer on YouTube..

Uck! Bleck! Ugg!

I don't usually get too upset over other people's inane commentary. OK, that's a bit of a lie, but for the most part, I expect stupidity when I dare to read "regular" folk saying things about adoption. And, I have to admit, it seems like lately, things are a bit better...it's that hope thing again, I was really looking forward to seeing what the New York Times had for their token 'birth mother' piece on their Relative Choices Blog. Granted it would be nice if they had more than just one of our voices, but one is probably some progress and should I be so greedy? The obvious answer there is yes! lol. Anyhow, nice piece...rather short in my opinion, but seemed to work.. comments were favorable.. and then I get down to #28 and I wanted to... hurl? die? scream? shake the author until blood ran from her nose?
I am so glad you gave up your daughter for adoption: I was counseled in 1969 toward an abortion–still illegal–by the chaplain at Cornell University. I have marked her birthday ever since (yes, I have always believed it was a girl), and I have suffered for my act in many ways ever since.
OK, so I really do have a feeling of sympathy. I do..I mean, obviously this person has suffered. The birthday/ anniversary thing defiantly speaks to me and in that there is a shared feeling of loss. I know if you took out the word abortion and put in adoption, I would offer her a hug and soothing coos of shared sisterhood...but I just can't get past that first sentence!!
I am so glad you gave up your daughter for adoption.
Bleck!!! So GLAD?? WTF?? Is it just a bad choice of wording? Does the author mean perhaps the touted: At least you can have your happy reunion? At least you can see your child again? I mean, I can get that to a degree. It is great to finally have the lost and found child back in your life, but so GLAD? Did they miss the part about the years of suffering? Or is it assumed that the suffering is worth it due to the reunion?
I am so glad that you were needlessly separated from your child and she was never properly mothered...so she could want you back in her life..be glad you didn't kill her...coz then you wouldn't have this moment? At least you have that.. I have nothing.
That's horrible? right? But isn't that what it says? And more the reason why ABORTION and ADOPTION are so freaking separate!!!! You cannot apply the same things to both. A comment so gross as that can get by the sensors.. but if I went on a Op Ed piece and commented to an unhappy abortion,

I am so glad that you had an abortion: I was counseled in 1987 toward an adoption by a well respected agency in Mass. I have marked his birthday ever since (yes, I have always known he was a boy), and I have suffered for my act in many ways ever since.

That just wouldn't make any sense!! KWIM? You can counter adoption with "at least you didn't abort", but you can't counter abortion with at least you didn't do an adoption... or you look like a nut job!!

Uggg.. and I feel very unable to express this properly..so I am just gonna stop now. I had a bad flu for Thansgiving..never had turkey touch my tounge yet! Fever, chills, vomit, headache from hell, throut on fire.. good news is that i think i lost ten pounds in 3 days, bad news is.. I was sick and still can't make a complete sentence. So I'll just stick to "Bleck!"

I think it's pretty good...


But before I give the linky, yeah there are some things that are a bit off.

Not enough to freak out really.. Like Rye was annoyed that they call me "Corrigan" alot, but Ido not care about that. I feel bad that they say Origins-USA operates the data base to search...which is way off and not true. Obviously, we are referring to the ISRR here, but they don't mention that or RegDay by name....giving OUSA all the credit as opposed to "sponsoring" RegDay. And I know that Iexplained all that...spelling out Soundex!

Odd what quotes were chosen out of a two hour long interview...but not so bad I suppose. All and all I suppose it is truthful enough...seems a bit tame to me..but I supose if one is use to hearing it all. Too ban they didn't mention more contact and resourse info there.. no informative sidebars at the end! And not one plug for the NY laws.. which I did plug!

So that's my "hit head against the wall" list.

Here it is.. though I think this link will only work for this week!!

So here is the whole thing!
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Kingston Times - Featured News 11/22/2007

Opening adoption
Kingston mother joins a national battle for adoption reform
by Jesse J. Smith


Claudia Corrigan-D'Arcy of Kingston, a member of the board of directors of OriginsUSA, with photos of her four children. She recently reestablished contact with her oldest son whom she placed for adoption at birth.
[ Diane Pineiro-Zucker ]



Back in 1987, Claudia Corrigan-D'Arcy was enjoying the life of a club-hopping Manhattan art student. Then she got pregnant.

The turmoil of her pregnancy and her eventual decision to relinquish her child for adoption began a two-decade journey to a reunion with her son and a passion to reform what she says is an "industry" built on the exploitation of vulnerable young women.

The Kingston homemaker and interior designer was recently appointed to the board of directors of OriginsUSA, a group which advocates "natural family preservation," the opening of adoption records to birth-parents and adopted children and a system which favors "guardianship" arrangements over the total relinquishment of parental rights for women who choose to let others raise their children.

Corrigan-D'Arcy got involved in adoption-reform about seven years ago when she got high speed internet service and found herself drawn to adoption-issues discussion sites. What she found, she said, was a new perspective on adoption that she initially found unsettling.

"At first I hated these people, I despised them, I thought they were crazy," Corrigan D'Arcy said of the adoption critics - often adoptees - whom she encountered online. "But after I read the stories and saw what they were saying I started learning that what I had been taught and what I had used to get me through 15 years was not necessarily a good thing for my child."

What she was taught, at a Boston-based adoption agency where she lived in the final months of her pregnancy, was that adoption was a perfect win-win situation. She would get to move on with her life, a deserving couple (she approved the adoptive parents based on a profile provided by the agency) would get the child they always wanted and her baby would be brought up in a loving home with the means to provide a better life than she could. It was a far cry from what adoption-reformers call the post World War II "Baby scoop era" when single women were shamed into giving up their children and cut off from the adoption process.

"Everything was very warm and open," said Corrigan-D'Arcy. "It was really nice to be around people who were as excited about being pregnant as I was. I came out thinking everything would be wonderful."



Not adequately prepared

What she didn't count on, and what she says was never discussed during counseling at the agency, was a sense of unresolved grief that dogged her for years even as she moved on, had three more children and got married.

"All the counseling was about what I was going to do after the adoption, they didn't talk about why I was doing the adoption, and they didn't talk about the consequences."

Eventually, Corrigan-D'Arcy was able to find her son online; circumventing the adoption agency's approved procedure of making contact information available only to the adoptee after his or her 18th birthday. They are now in contact and he attended her wedding in Kingston this summer.

Now, Corrigan said, she wants to change what she calls the adoption industry. According to Corrigan, adoption is a billion dollar, largely unregulated business that relies on the recruitment of expectant mothers who might otherwise be able to raise their children by themselves or with help from family. She points to websites that advertise smiling, young, usually white, women touting "options" and "choices" while warning of the diminished expectations and perils of single motherhood. With a huge and growing demand for healthy white infants and a limited supply of women willing to give up their children at birth, Corrigan said adoption groups must actively market the "adoption option" to counselors, clergy and educators as well as pregnant women.

"It went from having to sell people on the idea that adoption is just as good as bearing children to now where it's accepted and there's this huge demand that needs to be filled."

OriginsUSA, Corrigan-D'Arcy said, believes women should get more information about the potential negative consequences of adoption for themselves and their children. She also wants uniform federal regulation of adoption, including a ban on contact between birth and adoptive parents before a baby is born and an increased waiting period between birth and the final termination of parental rights.



Open records

The group also lobbies for laws to open up adoption records, a move recently advocated by a federal commission studying adoption practices. Unlike most open records advocates, though, Origins believes that not only adoptees, but their birth parents should have access to the information. Origins also operates a database to put adoptees and birthparents in touch. On Nov. 10, Corrigan-D'Arcy manned a table at the Hudson Valley Mall where people could enter biographical details in the database, which actively seeks out matches based on geography, birthdates and other data.

"It was amazing, I had people come up and say 'I never knew this existed" said Corrigan-D'Arcy. "I had one woman come up and say 'Oh my God, I thought I was the only [woman who relinquished a child for adoption] in Kingston."

Corrigan-D'Arcy admits that OriginsUSA's views are controversial, even among adoption reform advocates. It's one of the few groups which explicitly states "natural family preservation" as a core goal.

"Adoption is like communism," she said. "It looks good on paper."

She insists, however that the group does not favor leaving children in dangerous or abusive homes. Many of the most at risk children in fact are never adopted. They end up in foster care where, by the time the system is ready to involuntarily terminate parental rights, they are too old to be prime adoption candidates.

Dawn Smith-Pliner, of the Vermont-based agency Friends in Adoption said that, while she disagreed with several of OriginsUSA's positions, the group and others like it served as reminders of the ethical risks inherent in adoption and are a force for needed change.

"I'm glad we have those voices because they drastically changed how adoption is done today," said Smith-Pliner.
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Adoption is NOT a state of mind!!

Today is the last day of the "Max's Birthday Week..let me live in the past..thank you".

Unfortunately, it is now piggybacking on real PMS and, as always, Thanksgiving blues. Thanksgiving always makes me miss my own mother really, really bad. It is not uncommon for me to be cooking the brussel sprouts or stuffing from her handwritten recipe book and crying. It's just so moving to recreate the same exact food, in the same way, in the same bowls as I have for thirty something years. The problem is that she is missing. So yeah, I goon out. But I am getting a few days ahead of myself.

In any case, Rye, bless his heart, does try to understand that these are my "bad" days, though I understand that it does get old. And not so much, that it gets old...that makes him sound cold and mean...but that, like anyone else who has not lived though this hell on life that is a relinquishing parent, there is no way to really get it ..totally. And I cannot find fault with him for that. It was, however, completely personified today, when he said something along the lines of "you got to get your mind on other things".
You know, it was one of those days..like all of this past week...that had some huge significance 20 years ago today. I'll spare you all the melodrama, but if you care to go back in time with me, today's events were detailed in an earlier post appropriately named "Gotcha!. And like I explain to most people, and Rye, when I describe my feelings this time of year, it really isn't something I desire to do. I don't try to think about it, but I just do. And it's not really my fault, like I am making it happen. It just happens in some form or another, with however many layers of survival induced denial covering it, to almost every mother I have spoken to over the years. Like I just do not think anyone is immune to this. It's just "the season of Max". So, really, I am normal..so why fight it?
And, for the most part, I am doing OK. I mean, coupled with the ever growing frustration of being "broke arm", not working, lost of income, foiled Thanksgiving plans, lack of new job prospects, back pain and unreachable itches, a messy house, etc.; I still have managed to be OK these past few days. Of course, I will not rule out my decision of going out Friday night, drinking way to much Jameson's and Ginger, coming home at 3 am and spending all day Saturday sick as a dog as "not adoption related". I can give into that..I mourn, so I lushed..lol. Or would that be seen as a cop out?

Really, though, I was not "drowning" in drink, I was having a lovely time with friends. Jenny Pine was in town. It was actually funny as I am usually the one, and usually in this case means like once say every six weeks or so, who does get mad at Rye for being the lousy stay out bitch. He has always claimed "it was not his fault" because everyone made him drink and I, as expected, would say Bullshit to that. Like we all know how ridiculous that is. But I tell you, it's true! OMG! his friends, our friends, they suck! They keep buying you drinks...and then you have to drink them! And then, even if you know you are going be sorry later, you're so "having a good time" that you just keep drinking. So, yeah, he's right..I get it..they make you drink! And while it sucked to be in bed, puking all day Saturday, we walked the streets, giggling home, swaying, on Friday night.

And so that was fun...RegDay was great...I look forward to the stories in the paper...I'm going back to school...I had a daughter of an adoptee call me this am for searching tips. We got cut off, and her number did not appear in my phone so I could call her back, but still..she found me once? I hope I helped. So, it's not all dark and dreary like a Cure song..you know?

Like I even ended up doing something rather significant and that was cool. I had some new dollar store frames and so I printed out a few pictures that I had wanted to have out. Myself and the four kids from the wedding....the one of Max and Garin together....good stuff. And, at the same time, Scarlett and Tristan got their school pictures and they both look adorable. So Rye put them in a double frame and that just made the light bulb go off.

I now have all four pictures of my children on my fireplace mantel. It feels really, really good.
And I guess that might sound weird..like I should have crossed that milestone eons ago, but really, my progress has been so slow..and I take such baby steps. I fear doing it wrong just as much as the next momma swimming though the murky reunion seas. Sometimes I think I move so slow so I am not in the throws of anxiety too often, you know? Like if you reach out, sometimes, to your found child, and they don't immediately do what you think they might, or what you might hope for, then, you begin to wonder and doubt. I hate that! So if I do nothing, then I expect nothing. God, that's awful! But maybe true?
For instance, I called Max on is birthday. That's a normal thing to do..and significant in adoption land...so I wasn't worried, per say, about calling.. I wanted to call and so I did.. Of course..right now....I wonder if he hates his birthday like so many do..or not hate..that's simplifying..but, you know, has that internal conflict over what they think is identified as a real feeling verses what the socially expected birthday feelings should be? And see, that's the thing.. like I am still trying to think of reasons why he 1) didn't answer the phone or 2) bother calling back? Because I do refuse to get upset over it. I have to apply the friend ruling...like if it was any of my call-you-on-the-phone-type friends....would I worry big time of they didn't call me back? Nope! And that's the thing...if I am not gonna get wiggy on a friend..should I get wiggy on a son? How about a son separated at birth? And I just hate that! I shouldn't have to think about it!
And there is no way but to not think about it.. you just get side swiped! I got sucked into looking at wedding pictures today. They really are just wonderful and I do have to get an album together, but until then, with my excellent kids-on-the-mantel scape, I thought a nice Rye/me/Romance would be a nice addition. besides, I have an excellent rhinestone frame....anyhoo......
There were the pictures of Max and Caitlyn with Scarlett and Tristan on the porch the next morning..and I just lost it. The day after..we were all dishelvled...raw...but so real and relaxed..he slept on my couch!. That day was soooo freaking wonderful...and I felt just sooo good....and I want more of that. Dammit, I want more. I just want more..everydays. And that's the thing..it's never just normal....everyday. Not even just calling someone on their birthday.



And once again..I know I am one blessed son of a bitch. Really..I know, it's pretty much almost as good as it gets. But it's never over....is it? I mean, can I ever just call my son without self doubt? Can I ever remember a day with out longing for it again? Can I ever put out a picture without weepies? Let's revisit the concept of my "sadness and grief " being replaced with "peace and contentment". I'll take some of that peace! What is this closure for which they speak of??? Can someone tell me how to get there? Closure in, alas, not a place on a map.

During RegDay, Stewie said something remarkable that should be talked about....it's not closure in Adoption. It does not decrease, become of less importance as the years increase, but rather like a camera lens that grows larger to take into focus more and more of the big picture..the aperture increases. I want there to be an adjective version of aperture, but I don't think there is one. It's a noun, but fitting:


a device that controls amount of light admitted
a natural opening in something
a man-made opening; usually small


I think in this case, well in all Adoptions really, it's a natural opening, but also man-made. It's a great analogy in any case. The Aperture of Adoption..i think it is brillant..because it is so true. The more you open up, the more you let it in, the more often it gets you..leaves you raw.

And it hard really.

Because somewhere in the past...a past I am connected to whether I wished for it or not..

I was a girl..
who on this night..20 years ago..
stood in the doorway of her bedroom for the first time in months..
and slept, finially, in her own bed....after months...alone.
It was cold and it was utterly and completely over..
and she knew she could never go back again, never undo it.....
and I know how deep the cries cut to me that evening.
I can still feel the horror.
Maybe I remember the feeling of that night because it was the first real night of mourning...
That it was the first day of my new life, which really was like the old, but not..
not anymore.
I can still..so easily..become that girl again.
I could pull it up.. that feeling.
I could be thrashing on the floor within minutes should I unleash this.
It's not a state of mind. It is nothing that I choose.
It is a dark beast..wild with pain..that harbors in my gut.
I am still so close to her..I am her. Be thankful I maintain control.
Coz it's not a state of mind.

It's a Wild Thing....

Drowning Sterotypes with a Cup of Tea

So Thursday afternoon I sat at my kitchen table for about 2 hours and babbled on about adoption as I do with Jesse Smith, the Ulster Publishing reporter. It was actually quite enjoyable..Jesse being a cool mellow guy that he is..and, well, I am aways pretty happy talking about adoption. Anyhoo, he seemed pretty excited about it all, was going to do some more research, was happy it was a slow week so he could do more..and, joyous to me, seemed to totally get it. When someone leaves my kitchen table and has the appropriate heebie-jeebies over children as commodities..then I know I have done my job. The one thing he hinted at, or actually said right out, was that he was concerned about his editor as she is an adoptive mother. So while I was thrilled that he said the story could very well go "county wide" meaning not just the local Kingston paper, but the Woodstock, the New Paltz, and I think they do Saugerties too!I am thinking, I am ashamed to say, that if it didn't go that way..it was because of this editor. In fact, in the realm of total honesty, I even thought,"Hmmp..probably why my letter was at the bottom of his in box!" And so yeah, I was already mad at this women I did not know, for doing things against me that I had no proof that she did, and really, they only basis for these judgements... her adoptive parent status. And yes, of course, I should know better!!! I count adoptive parents among some of my good friends and closest allies! The Margies, the Lynns and Kelllys,, the Dawns, the Judys, PEAR..yes! I should know that WE A NOT AGAINST EACH OTHER! I mean, how often have I preached that! Mad as I am at myself, I still totally fell into the trap...totally head over heals! In my defense, I guess I had assumed that she was a "typical" adopter, not imagining that she could be anything else really. But you know.. adopted for the wrong reasons, believed the wrong things, fear based, etc. Yup, every freaking bad stereotype one could have! So, I am lying on the couch Friday afternoon, watching America's Next top model marathon (horrible guilty pleasure!), when the phone rings and it is the papers again. As Jesse forgot the camera on Thursday, they wanted to take some pictures for the article. Of course, I say yes and immediately start cleaning up the mess that those people who live in my house managed to make in a mere 24 hours, thinking that my hair is super useless and I am going to look like a monster...lol. But, I do manage to get it all together in time, the kids get home from school, I clean them up too as they might be photographed too, and wait. Now, again, I will totally admit that I can be imagining things here, and it really could be just that she wears many hats being that it is a small paper, and even if that it is not the cases, heck, I don't blame her.. I would probably do the same thing.. but the photographer was.. the editor adopter lady!( only using such terminology to demonstrate that my mental space was thus!) Not that I caught on to this fact immediately. I probably should have if I was the kind of person who bothered paying attention to names, but I don't. First she mentioned that she was an adoptive mother ( another? I think), and then she inferred that she's not usually the photographer or something..and THAT is when I went..ohhhhhhh. But you know.. at this point I didn't really care all that much. I was already in it...and it was really ok. She didn't have horns and looked more nervous than I would think she should be. And of course, it wasn't JUST pictures, but we got to talking. Turns out I was familiar with the agency that she had gone with to adopt her son. They were listed in the local phone book even though they are out of Vermont so I called them back a few years ago, did my pregnant and considering routine, and got their very yucky packet. And I told her that. How they were very, very aggressive in perusing me. They called on the phone at least four times "checking to see". They sent postcards for months! And while she did defend them, she did not defend their activity in my case, but spoke of her own experience with them. And for her they worked.. and yeah, at this point..even though we are still being very civil to each other.. my internal cynical dialogue is making some nasty commentary. You know things like "oh course you like them..you got a kid!, etc) But really, she was speaking about their post adoptive services.. how the moms that go through there have counseling for life..and that the APs have to pay for it. How they really support open adoptions, etc..good stuff. Internal Cynic is still having a bit if a field day, however, as they paid medical expenses, had a relationship for months pre surrender,etc. You know, the typical agency supported practices that people think are OK, but we do know how coercive they really are. So, my face is making the "yes, yes" smile while we stand opposite in the kitchen.. but at this point I realize that she really did mean well by all this and did think it was OK...so Internal Cynic holds it's tongue a bit, though, again I have to admit, I am still thinking "adversarial". And then, something happened. She is speaking of contact that they have with their child's mother and when contact fell off. Internally, I am ready to hear some typical blah-blah reasoning, but she speaks of how right before her son's fifth birthday he communicated that he felt very sad as he missed his other mother..and they acknowledged that sadness..helped him write to her, and called to prepare her foe his very strong feelings.....and she, standing in my kitchen, started to cry. And became a real human being...crying standing in my kitchen..just another person who is hurt by adoption and the pain that it has brought to her child, whom she loves, who is hurting too. And, it was at this point that I said,"Do you have some time? Sit down. Can I get you a cup of tea?" And I made the tea, got the box of tissues out, and we sat down, together, on the same side of the kitchen table, and the real communication began. And she really wasn't so dern typical after all.. or maybe even she is, but I am so jaded by fighting these battles, that finding a regular A-parent who is educated with adoption issues, whom I do not know on line, that I cannot believe that more A-folks are really more evolved than I had thought. But proof is in my kitchen. And she really was the real deal.. had read The Primal Wound and did not dismiss it as bunk, but was able to see it in her child, do the correct acknowledgement, and take steps to mitigate it. In fact, she expressed frustration at her child's therapist who sees "anger" in her son, but doesn't know why..even though they know it is the adoption! Which prompted a whole conversation on how most therapists are clueless to adoptee issues, why I am going into the field for that reason, etc. And of course, why it was, a that point, that the mother had fallen off the grid....how open adoption is way more painful than any agency seems to prepare mothers for, but how necessary and better for her child... which she could plainly see. There was much said over tea, much agreement, and a real physical bridge built right there. Never underestimated the power of a shared cup of tea. We talked about searching..how I could help her find mom maybe, etc. And, when she said, at the end, how her son had two mommies..which wasn't a big shocker to me, I could accept that just as easily as she did when I corrected her and said "No, three.. he has three mommies"...which she agreed to. And an hour later, when she had to go and take the next picture, whether she had originally come to check me out or not, I felt really pretty good about the exchange... and I think, so did she. Rye asked, when she left, if that was my first counselling session. I have to say that something about my kitchen and a cup of tea does wonders...everyone loves too sit at my table and spill their guts. In fact, it was later that day, telling the story to Eileen, that I decided that when i do have my own practice, I shall recreate my kitchen..the 1950's Grandma feel that it is.. so people can relax, over the table, non confrontational like, with a cup of tea. And though I am ashamed that I feel into the trap of stereotyping, this really did teach me a very good lesson... and for that, I am Thankful.

NPR, the EBD and making waves

Ok so, as you all MUST know by now, the Evan B. Donaldson Report for this November, FOR THE RECORDS: RESTORING A RIGHT TO ADULT ADOPTEES, is making the waves. Unfortunatly, Jenna is not the cover model for every paper in the country this time..boo hoo! So adding in today.. we have A NPR show which is available to hear now.. and then the NPR Blog of the Nation. Now, many many familier names have added their 2 cents, but there are a few doinks in there..so I say go and comment! The show was particularly annoying for the simple reason that once again, they spoke FOR us!! It would have been a heck of a lot better if they actually had an ADOPTEE on there! Or a Mother of adoption loss! Holy cow... could you imagine that? Instead, we get to hear Tom Atwood's drivil...don't get me started on the NCFA... want to puke? (ok stupid question..no one ever really wants to vomit!)ok..well vomit waring...google up Birthmother, Good Mother: Her Story of Heroic Redemption. No, I did not just make that up..that is the new NCFA publication! Now, you can buy your own copy for 10 bucks, but then the $$ goes to the NCFA! No bueno! So it looks like, maybe, you can get a free copy here? At least I think so... I tried.. But anyway, I did actually read this crap..and it is SO BAD!!!!! In other local news..OMG i have to clean my house!! A reporter from the local paper is coming over here..aka my house! on Thursday to interview me for the Kingston Times about Origins-USA.org, the EBD report, adoption etc! There was mention of photo ops! uggg..allowing time to interview..uggg..deep breaths...deep breaths.. its a very local paper,but the whole city reads it... so I am about to MAJORLY be "outed". If I start getting looks in Hannaford....lol. Oh and, for the record, I still have a broken arm. In fact, I don't think it is all that much better. It's amazing what one really cannot do with a broken humerous. I cannot: tie shoes or Zipper coats. I do not put on my seat belts, but I can undo them. I do not drive. I can tweeze my eyebrows one handed, but that annoying zit over my right eye? Nope, it has taken up residency. I can't wear a belt as I cannot get it around my back. Buttons are hard too. So I wear pull up pants, alot...Washing the broken hand is rather hard..since it is at crotch level and cannot be raised nor held out. Socks are a challange..try it one handed. In fact, just do me a favor and for one hour, tie you left arm to your side..like belt it down! Then do stuff! Then you can make sympathethic purr noises at me...lol.

Evil mood..

Sitting here now.. feeling all nasty. I din't know why. Feeling on edge.. like something is about to happen..got so much to do, but not really... should be doing more, but what?
Rye is after me to find some job that I can do one handed... I want to laugh.. every thing I find that is work from home sounds like a pyramid scheme and demands money first to buy into it, or get theur softwear.
Evil dark mood...

Why, I think? Why? PMS? ohhh it feels like it... just hating all things in life.. for no good logical reason.. but my cycle is not due till the end of the month..?

Why?....ahhhhh..

Max's 20th birthday is tomorrow.

Tonight, today.. I feel the nervous ache of my flesh. That anxiousness that never quite leaves my soul..20 years ago, 19 and basically alone in a Boston Suburb, I awoke on this day and I knew.

I knew my long wait was over, that something had shifted in my body, that my baby was stirring, had shifted, and I could not hold on much longer. My water broke early in the morning.. I want to say with my morning pee.. but it was later.. maybe while getting dresses. I can still see the bottom of the toliet in front of me as I peered in, trying to fiqure out WHAT was coming out of me.

Yes, today is the day of the long hid and wait. I hid that I thought I was in labour, as I didn't want to upset anyone and cause them worry..besides there was little in the way of contractions to speak of.. just irratating bands of misc. pain. So I pretended, much like I would for the next million days of my life, that I was OK, that this was all fine, that nothing was wrong with this plan to give birth and walk away from my infant son... heck, at this point I still swore him a girl..Asia was to be his name.. it means "life" you know... yes,, vomit.,..I was falling into all the perfect sterotypes.

.. see me.. how I was...oh such a fool... this is me in the airport.. waiting for my plane.. my mothert would not even bring me there.. claiming work.. my friend Diane Richrads saw me off.. giving me a bag of gummy bears...see how I am excited? This new adventure that I embark on..it was all possible...never mind that i was growing with child..neveer mind that i was about to make the biggest mistake of my life..i was living... until today..

Yes, today was the end of my existance of the 'not a mother' Claud.. that girl above is no more..and its not just gray hairs and lack of botox that makes me different then her....today that girl that I was took her last breath and entered a new world. Hide and wait became the rules for many years hence... funny how I use to claim impatince as one of my vices.. ah. I have learned a deep soul patince that I could never have imagined..waiting, waiting, heck.. i still wait... for what i do not know anymore..it is just a part of me now.. to wait.

And what is sadly unfunny.. is that despite being trully blessed with adoption possibilities.. i mean, yeah it sucks, but at least i have a good deal.. i found my son, he is well, he had a good deal, i am good, we are not too, too broken, he calls me mom, etc.. what is still sad is that this still rips me open every year...you would think it shouldn't, that it has no power anymore, that it is over?

Never over though.. once again i am transformed through space and time and on this day, i ache for the girl i was.. for who she was abput to be.. and in another parallel world i send to her the power to run, to cry stop.. and maybe that girl will claim her motherhood, love our Max in the flesh, and heal us all...Hey Claud.. don't get on the plane!! Make Diane take us back home.. Just don't go Claud.. just go home!

Still waiting for that though.. patince again.. for this day, this week to pass...in the meantime, i'll hide, pretend it is all ok..like i always do...

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in the meantime, while i pout, check out Katie Couric
http://www.cbsnews.com/sections/i_video/main500251.shtml?id=3492145n
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