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"Just because you published a blog post about adoption,  doesn't mean you know anything about it."

No it doesn't,  does it? How about the fact that I've published over 70, and I'm not done? Does THAT mean anything? I don't suppose the hundreds of studies, both scientific and not-scientific, that I've read? The books? The lectures by notables in the arenas of adoption, psychology, psychiatry, and sociology? The hundreds of blog posts written by adoptees, adoptive parents, and relinquishing parents? The endless hours spent in discussion or battle with these same parties? No,  of course not. Because taking in as much information as one can from all sides of an issue, and assembling one's opinion from one's interpretation of the compiled information is just stupid. Everyone knows that.

OK,  so here's one for you. I've lived it since four months of age. I know all about developmental trauma because I have it.  I know all about complex PTSD because I cope with it. I know what it's like to grow up not knowing who you are and where you come from,  because I did.

I know what it's like to be abandoned,  because I was. At four months old.

I know what it's like to be relinquished,  because I was. At six months old.

I know what it's like to be adopted, because I am. Since I was eight months old.

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So tell me,  non adopted person,  what are your creds? You saw that interview with Hoda and Sandra on TODAY? Or you watched that Christmas special for adoptive families on CBS? Maybe you read about the special private performance Taylor Swift invited the foster "families" to?

Do you sometimes see things in your Cosmo about Madonna or Angelina and their "beautiful adoptive families"? Or maybe you've seen a pamphlet at your OBGYN's office?

No, wait,  don't tell me. You have this friend who's adopted,  and they're "just fine".

I've seen all those things too. Plus a few other, more objective, reputable sources.

So please, non adopted person. Please tell me all about adoption.

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