Embed Notice

HTML Code

<blockquote style="position: relative; padding-left: 55px;"><section><a href="https://mstdn.social/users/BootsChantilly/statuses/113466466136931843">Boots Chantilly (bootschantilly@mstdn.social)'s status on Tuesday, 12-Nov-2024 10:15:45 JST</a><a href="https://mstdn.social/@BootsChantilly" title="bootschantilly@mstdn.social"><img src="https://gnusocial.jp/avatar/106490-48-20240512203224.webp" width="48" height="48" alt="Boots Chantilly" style="position: absolute; left: 0; top: 0;">Boots Chantilly</a></section><article><p>A 🧵  ...</p><p>Yesterday was what the <a href="https://mstdn.social/tags/adoption" rel="tag">#adoption</a> industry calls my “gotcha day” (thank gawd my adoptive parents never used that term—it’s so offensive, &amp; I despise it). I was taken into their home after 3 mos of foster care/evaluation on 11/10/1961.</p><p>Most ppl would respond to that paragrph w/ something along the lines of OH HOW BEAUTIFUL! but there was actually nothing beautiful about it. It was tragic. My adopters were horrible, broken ppl—they kept up appearances (at any &amp; all cost), but my +</p></article><footer><a rel="bookmark" href="https://gnusocial.jp/conversation/3982980#notice-7781461">In conversation</a><time datetime="2024-11-12T10:15:45+09:00" title="Tuesday, 12-Nov-2024 10:15:45 JST">about 11 days ago</time> <span>from <span><a href="https://mstdn.social/@BootsChantilly/113466466136931843" rel="external" title="Sent from mstdn.social via ActivityPub">mstdn.social</a></span></span><a href="https://mstdn.social/@BootsChantilly/113466466136931843">permalink</a><h4>Attachments</h4><ol><li><label><a rel="external" href="https://gnusocial.jp/attachment/3467054">A text graphic I made a few yrs ago that reads ADOPTION IS BEAUTIFUL...or so I've always been told. Mostly by ppl who aren't adopted &amp; have no idea what being adopted actually means or feels like. I'm an adoptee. I've never been an orphan. I was born healthy &amp; pretty. When my mother--a bright, lovely 20 yr old college student whose only "sin" was pregnancy outside marriage--relinquished me, there were lists &amp; lists &amp; more lists of hopeful adopters waiting to score a baby. I wasn't chosen, nor was I special. I was placed with my adoptive family due to timing. My adoptive parents just happened to be near the top of a waiting list of married couples gasping to write a fat check for a baby. Any baby. If they hadn't adopted me, another couple would have. They were lined up around the block, as they always are. I was Plan B, purchased to fulfill the desire of a woman who had tried &amp; failed to have children of her own. I was severed from my mother &amp; father &amp; both our families, from my identity, from my heritage. My birth cert was amended with lies, &amp; the truth was sealed away from me, not to be revealed w/o a court order. I was "placed" by one of the oldest &amp; largest adoption agencies in TX. They charged my adopters $50-60K in today's dollars for me. I was handed over at 3 mos of age &amp; expected to automatically attach &amp; conform to a family of genetic strangers. That's my adoption story. Unfortunately, it's pretty common. Tell me: Exactly which part of it sounds beautiful to you?</a></label><br><a href="https://media.mstdn.social/media_attachments/files/113/466/430/980/217/202/original/23950fe3f58214df.jpg" rel="external">https://media.mstdn.social/media_attachments/files/113/466/430/980/217/202/original/23950fe3f58214df.jpg</a></li></ol></footer></blockquote>

Corresponding Notice

Embed this notice
Boots Chantilly (bootschantilly@mstdn.social)'s status on Tuesday, 12-Nov-2024 10:15:45 JST Boots Chantilly
A 🧵 ...
Yesterday was what the #adoption industry calls my “gotcha day” (thank gawd my adoptive parents never used that term—it’s so offensive, & I despise it). I was taken into their home after 3 mos of foster care/evaluation on 11/10/1961.
Most ppl would respond to that paragrph w/ something along the lines of OH HOW BEAUTIFUL! but there was actually nothing beautiful about it. It was tragic. My adopters were horrible, broken ppl—they kept up appearances (at any & all cost), but my +
In conversationabout 11 days ago from mstdn.socialpermalink
Attachments
1. A text graphic I made a few yrs ago that reads ADOPTION IS BEAUTIFUL...or so I've always been told. Mostly by ppl who aren't adopted & have no idea what being adopted actually means or feels like. I'm an adoptee. I've never been an orphan. I was born healthy & pretty. When my mother--a bright, lovely 20 yr old college student whose only "sin" was pregnancy outside marriage--relinquished me, there were lists & lists & more lists of hopeful adopters waiting to score a baby. I wasn't chosen, nor was I special. I was placed with my adoptive family due to timing. My adoptive parents just happened to be near the top of a waiting list of married couples gasping to write a fat check for a baby. Any baby. If they hadn't adopted me, another couple would have. They were lined up around the block, as they always are. I was Plan B, purchased to fulfill the desire of a woman who had tried & failed to have children of her own. I was severed from my mother & father & both our families, from my identity, from my heritage. My birth cert was amended with lies, & the truth was sealed away from me, not to be revealed w/o a court order. I was "placed" by one of the oldest & largest adoption agencies in TX. They charged my adopters $50-60K in today's dollars for me. I was handed over at 3 mos of age & expected to automatically attach & conform to a family of genetic strangers. That's my adoption story. Unfortunately, it's pretty common. Tell me: Exactly which part of it sounds beautiful to you?
  https://media.mstdn.social/media_attachments/files/113/466/430/980/217/202/original/23950fe3f58214df.jpg

Public

Embed Notice

HTML Code

Corresponding Notice