<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054</id><updated>2012-02-10T18:33:40.356-08:00</updated><category term='Medicaid'/><category term='acrylic'/><category term='nest'/><category term='black'/><category term='Oprah'/><category term='AP'/><category term='selfish'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='art'/><category term='heritage'/><category term='white'/><category term='international adoption'/><category term='candles'/><category term='birthmother'/><category term='adoptive parents'/><category term='single mother'/><category term='NCFA'/><category term='birthday candles'/><category term='mixed media 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moms'/><category term='Sark'/><category term='mental illness'/><category term='fear'/><category term='family preservation'/><category term='occupy wall street'/><category term='baby for adoption'/><category term='entitlement'/><category term='birthday wishes'/><category term='Ireland'/><category term='morality'/><category term='original birth certificate'/><title type='text'>One Option Means No Choice</title><subtitle type='html'>"If now isn't a good time for the truth I don't see when we'll get to it." ~Nikki Giovanni</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-7757470520215527708</id><published>2012-02-10T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T15:57:42.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption agency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptive parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coercion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><title type='text'>What is there to disagree with?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://iadoptee.blogspot.com/2011/12/please-read-this.html"&gt;This open letter to adoptive parents and PAPs&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has been around for a little while but I thought it worthy of attention again. This letter was written by an adult adoptee and shared on a blog by another adult adoptee. These are the thoughts and feelings of a person who has lived adoption her entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first shared this letter I got a response from a person who disagreed with the writer. The person disagreeing is not an adoptee nor is he a natural parent who lost a child to adoption. Now, I'm not saying that people don't have the right to disagree with others, of course we all have that right. In this case though, what seems like a simple disagreement comes across to me as a dismissal of the adoptee's experience. The criticism of the letter was basically that the letter made adoptive parents seem selfish and that many adoptees would have ended up in foster care anyway had the aparents not adopted them. These are the typical talking points of adoption agencies and those who wish to justify the for-profit adoption industry. When someone says to me that those kids would have ended up in foster care if they hadn't been adopted, they're &lt;i&gt;talking about me &lt;/i&gt;and I have to object. They may not realize it but when they say these things they're saying that had I been able to keep my daughter I would have been a terrible mom and she likely would've been abused or neglected. They're making the assumption that babies surrendered by their mothers were at high risk of ending up in foster care. That's a &lt;b&gt;mighty big assumption&lt;/b&gt; and a &lt;b&gt;hugely insulting one&lt;/b&gt; to mothers like me who were railroaded, coerced, forced and left unsupported, mothers like me whose voices are dismissed right along with the adoptee's voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the letter the writer states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;"&gt;I am not trying to tell anyone not to adopt. I am not saying, "shame on you" to anyone who already has adopted. What I am saying is, please step back and really think long and hard about the ramifications of adoption on the very person who is at the center of it all - the child you hope for or the child you have brought into your home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;This adoptee acknowledges that there are times when a child has to be taken from their natural family. We all know that, we know it's an ugly fact of life. What this adoptee is trying to accomplish is getting people to step back from the industry propaganda and HEAR what an adult who grew up adopted has to say about it. &lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;She wouldn't be saying any of this if there weren't adoptive parents out there doing the things she's talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;If you're not one of those adoptive parents or don't know any of those adoptive parents then great, but don't dismiss what she has to say because you don't think that those other parents exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They DO exist&amp;nbsp;and they need to read this, understand this and put children first.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;So, here are the basic points that the writer makes in the letter. Tell me what there is to disagree with here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being adopted hurts&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; If you're not adopted you have nothing to say about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The foundation of adoption is loss&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; In order for someone to "grow their family" another family has to be separated. That's a fact. That's a devastating loss for the child and a devastating loss for not only the mother but for the entire family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Adoption should be a last resort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;To me that's a no-brainer. Family preservation should be priority number one. Adoption should not be used to fulfill an adult's needs. Someone said to me that anyone who adopts to fill a void is delusional. If someone has been through miscarriages or unsuccessful treatments for infertility and then adopts a newborn, isn't that adopting to fill a void? What else would you call that? If they only want a newborn and don't want to take care of a child from the foster care system who is already available for adoption then that is filling a void. The child is "plan B"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tell the truth to the child&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Every human being deserves the truth about where they come from and who they are. It's not just about medical history, it's about basic human feelings and rights. Why is it ok for non-adopted people to delve into their&amp;nbsp;genealogy, work on their histories and family trees. The "as if born to" line on adoption papers just doesn't work. Babies are not blank slates and yes there are adoptive parents who like to pretend that the child was born to them. This is why it needs to be said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Support adoptees searching.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Many adoptees feel guilty if they want to search for their natural families. Many times this is because they don't want to hurt their aparents feelings. The search has nothing to do with adoptive families. It's a personal issue between the adoptee and their first family of origin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't get caught up in the adoption terminology&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Who is the "real" parent? Yes, real parents change diapers, kiss boo boos and help with homework. And, yes real parents are the ones who share their biological history with the child. I am still my daughters mother. I gave birth to her. I may not have raised her &lt;i&gt;(not my choice) &lt;/i&gt;but I always was and always will be her mother. If a parent can love more than one child, a child can love multiple parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Don't disparage the child's natural family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. You would think this would be a no-brainer but sadly this happens. Just think how often it happens in cases of divorce. People sometimes let their emotions get in the way of what's best for their children and say horrible things about a child's other parent. It's just plain wrong no matter what the situation. When you talk trash about a child's parent, you're talking trash about them. It does happen and she just wants to remind people to think of the child first. Again, if YOU would never do that then fine. But there are other people that do need to be reminded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;8. &lt;b style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Don't expect gratitude&lt;/b&gt;. Too many adoptees hear things like "be thankful you weren't aborted" "be thankful you weren't raised by a druggie" "be thankful you weren't abused". Anyone can say things like that. Anyone could have been aborted. Why do adoptees have to be EXTRA grateful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;9. &lt;b style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Honor open adoption agreements&lt;/b&gt;. You would think this would be a given but unfortunately it's not. Open adoption is just another way agencies have figured out how to get unsuspecting, young, vulnerable, pregnant women to agree to surrendering their babies. In most states it's not legally enforceable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please don't celebrate "Gotcha Day"&lt;/span&gt;. She makes the point that Gotcha Day and birthdays can be painful for adoptees. Be careful with these and think of the children first. These are reminders of the what the child lost. Be sensitive to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Educate yourself&lt;/span&gt;. How in the world could anyone disagree with that. Learning more about how adult adoptees view adoption is crucial. Learning more from the natural mother's perspective is just as important. If you're an adoptive parent, wouldn't you want to know all you could about how adoptees see the world they live in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;So when the writer of the original letter makes points such as these, is she painting all adoptive parents with the same brush or is she simply pointing out that these things happen and she wants to remind people who are thinking of adopting to consider what their child might be feeling? Is she saying that all adoptive parents are selfish? Of course not but there are aparents out there who are filling their own need to be a parent when they adopt a baby. Adoption is not about the adoptive parents!!! It's supposed to be about the child's needs being met. It's not supposed to be about curing infertility or making a profit for an agency. It's supposed to be about helping a child who really is in need. Supposed to be......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Coercion is still happening, women are still railroaded into surrendering their babies to adoption. Keep an open mind and listen to other voices. Don't just listen to what the adoption industry says. Remember, they profit on other people's pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-7757470520215527708?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7757470520215527708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-is-there-to-disagree-with.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7757470520215527708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7757470520215527708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-is-there-to-disagree-with.html' title='What is there to disagree with?'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-8052772650801416119</id><published>2012-01-29T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:04:04.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth records'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth certificate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anonymity'/><title type='text'>No Promises</title><content type='html'>The discussion regarding opening the records of adoptees and giving them the same rights as every other citizen continues. I recently listened to a radio show on this topic and I planned on doing a post about it from the natural mothers perspective but today I saw a post by &lt;a href="http://www.declassifiedadoptee.com/2012/01/is-this-really-ethical-open-letter-to.html"&gt;Amanda at The Declassified Adoptee&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that was so spot on and eloquent that there really wasn't much I could add. Amanda - you're amazing! If you want to listen to the show I'm referencing, Amanda linked to it in her post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other thing I could add is that from my point of view, listening to others speak for natural mothers grates on me the same way it grates on adoptees to have others speak for them. In my case I'm both so it's doubly irritating. In this instance one of the guests on the show felt that there was some danger in adoptees having access to information regarding their birth because of the risk of outing a mother who had surrendered a child. She was perpetuating the myth of mothers being promised anonymity. Once again as mothers we have to step up and say we were promised NOTHING! We were the ones told not to go looking for our children. We were essentially told to disappear into the woodwork, crawl under a rock, go away, pretend it never happened, go have other babies, leave this one alone or you'll damage the child, stay away, don't ask for anything or you're considered selfish, don't interfere, and so on and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to say once again, I didn't want to be a secret from my own daughter. I didn't want anonymity. I wanted to be able to tell anyone who would listen that I had a daughter. I didn't want to hide away in a maternity home. I wanted her. I wanted her back from the moment I lost her. I spent every day for 22 years looking for her. If she had found me first I would have been shouting it from the rooftops. So to the people who have not walked in my shoes yet they think they can speak for me, to be perfectly blunt - SHUT THE HELL UP! No one has the right to tell adults who they can and can't associate with. No one has the right to keep an adult's personal information a secret from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, as a mother of adoption loss and as an adoptee, the adoptee's right to know who they are and where they come from trumps anyone else's desire to keep secrets. As a child the adoptee had no say in the matter about a contract affecting them. As an adult an adoptee should have everything to say about that contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-8052772650801416119?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8052772650801416119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-promises.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/8052772650801416119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/8052772650801416119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-promises.html' title='No Promises'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-202906466344765328</id><published>2012-01-17T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:23:35.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='origins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roots'/><title type='text'>History Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhKxtVi0N5Q/TxXIW6BYejI/AAAAAAAABTU/2F-7xDBKws4/s1600/History+Waiting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhKxtVi0N5Q/TxXIW6BYejI/AAAAAAAABTU/2F-7xDBKws4/s640/History+Waiting.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Grief in waves, lungs fill, water pours, breathing stops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Sitting alone in the dark, wicker creaks beneath,&amp;nbsp;wine glass drips condensation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;in time with tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Clouds cover moon and darkness deepens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Thoughts pass and flow from despair to hope and back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;A shadow at the back screen door, silhouetted by 6 bright bulbs of the chandelier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;looks out wondering why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Hiding in the dark of midnight waiting for the shadow to retreat so the sounds of sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;don't have to be swallowed whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;32 years, when does it end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;The graft is still tied to the stranger branch, being held back but yearning for the original, tongue tied,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;arms released but still struggling against invisible restraints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;The roots are still and waiting, wishing, sending thoughts on the breeze heading north.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Keeping it light, texting a smile, another week goes by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-202906466344765328?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/202906466344765328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/history-waiting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/202906466344765328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/202906466344765328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/history-waiting.html' title='History Waiting'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhKxtVi0N5Q/TxXIW6BYejI/AAAAAAAABTU/2F-7xDBKws4/s72-c/History+Waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-1945982964957042217</id><published>2012-01-16T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T09:03:42.794-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catholic church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant adoption'/><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zVJYEB85W5k/TxRQQTtmF6I/AAAAAAAABSk/utGpBbL0Lt8/s1600/Expectations.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zVJYEB85W5k/TxRQQTtmF6I/AAAAAAAABSk/utGpBbL0Lt8/s640/Expectations.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My forearms brace, I rest my temple against the cool tiles.&lt;br /&gt;The memories cascade as hot water runs down my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off white, ecru, eggshell, ivory, every shade but lily. Lily was reserved for the good.&lt;br /&gt;The girls who knew their place, the girls who stayed closed.&lt;br /&gt;Standing firm and bright was just a facade.&lt;br /&gt;The golden strands of faith tarnished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed they would hold me up.&lt;br /&gt;I believed the generation before me.&lt;br /&gt;As the incense burned and the wafer melted I trusted.&lt;br /&gt;Verses droned on and beads clicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless me father, I am not worthy.&lt;br /&gt;The golden strands wrapped and smothered til the breath was gone along with my child.&lt;br /&gt;The water runs cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-1945982964957042217?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1945982964957042217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/expectations.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/1945982964957042217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/1945982964957042217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zVJYEB85W5k/TxRQQTtmF6I/AAAAAAAABSk/utGpBbL0Lt8/s72-c/Expectations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-6116477596407981067</id><published>2012-01-15T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T11:57:46.533-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><title type='text'>Sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://silentbirthmother.blogspot.com/2012/01/ripple-effect.html"&gt;This is an important post. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;One of the things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;said to me was "You will continue on like nothing ever happened" and "This won't affect anyone else".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Natural mothers know this isn't true. We also know how much losing a child to adoption affects the rest of the family for generations. We see it. The rest of society needs to see it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-6116477596407981067?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6116477596407981067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/sharing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6116477596407981067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6116477596407981067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/sharing.html' title='Sharing'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-6616439299402096412</id><published>2012-01-13T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T09:04:36.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Missing Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62mfde8nFVw/TxDmnDUd5JI/AAAAAAAABSc/uxCWcS0lhyM/s1600/Missing+Pieces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62mfde8nFVw/TxDmnDUd5JI/AAAAAAAABSc/uxCWcS0lhyM/s640/Missing+Pieces.jpg" width="470" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mothers wait. The faces are blank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Year after year searching the eyes on the street wondering if her color matches, her size matches, her voice matches the long ago cry from delivery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are no eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every dream ends with emptiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She skips through the chambers of her mother's heart into the arms of another, unaware of her journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She doesn't know her face was erased for another who longs for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She doesn't know that under the same sky another waits and wonders and worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another, as hard as she tries, can't conjure the features that they share. She tries to imagine the small voice calling momma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-6616439299402096412?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6616439299402096412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/missing-pieces.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6616439299402096412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6616439299402096412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2012/01/missing-pieces.html' title='Missing Pieces'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62mfde8nFVw/TxDmnDUd5JI/AAAAAAAABSc/uxCWcS0lhyM/s72-c/Missing+Pieces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-3587384016623548966</id><published>2011-12-27T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T05:06:59.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than.....</title><content type='html'>I'm done feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less than because other people have more money than I do&lt;br /&gt;less than because I'm too skinny like they said I was when I was a young&lt;br /&gt;less than because I'm too heavy like they said I was when I hit middle age&lt;br /&gt;less than because my hair is turning grey&lt;br /&gt;less than because I have to buy shoes at Kmart instead of Dillards&lt;br /&gt;less than because I can't buy the things other people can buy&lt;br /&gt;less than because the gifts I give are smaller&lt;br /&gt;less than because my house isn't perfect&lt;br /&gt;less than because my yard isn't manicured&lt;br /&gt;less than because my skin isn't flawless&lt;br /&gt;less than because my bra size is smaller&lt;br /&gt;less than because I couldn't afford braces for my teeth&lt;br /&gt;less than because I got sick and now bill collectors won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;less than because we lived together without being married&lt;br /&gt;less than because I was pregnant without a wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;less than because I lost my child to adoption&lt;br /&gt;less than because I don't believe what others believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-3587384016623548966?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3587384016623548966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/less-than.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3587384016623548966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3587384016623548966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/less-than.html' title='Less than.....'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-7833586229501850925</id><published>2011-12-15T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T07:46:17.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption agency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>A PAP is asking....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyWaMwq0rbs/TuoWChTKapI/AAAAAAAABQ8/q0MVmZBtmSk/s1600/Poinsettia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyWaMwq0rbs/TuoWChTKapI/AAAAAAAABQ8/q0MVmZBtmSk/s320/Poinsettia.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a blog post that made me smile. That's something I needed too. I've been having a hard time with the whole spirit of Christmas thing this year. Just not feeling it. The last few months have been an emotional struggle for a variety of reasons. That's why I haven't been posting here much. It's also why I haven't been reading much about adoption. There's only so much heartbreak I can handle before I have to take a step back, take a breather and then jump in again. Anyway, last night I finally got lights on the Christmas tree and my son and granddaughter come over to help me decorate. What a great time I had showing a little 18 month old how to put ornaments on the branches. Watching her toddle back and forth between the box of ornaments and the tree while learning to say the name of each one was such a kick! Nothing like an adorable little girl to light up my spirit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the post that made me smile..... A PAP was asking where the babies are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We have her name picked out.  We are ready to go.Except for one thing..... there are no babies up for adoption with either agency.  There are not even any pregnant women/girls considering adoption with either agency.  HUH????"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the first time I've read something adoption related that made me want to go woo hoo!! There are no babies available? The supply dried up? Excellent! I can just hear the agencies now...the demand is there so why aren't they producing? We have families here ready to give us a lot of money! Families have taken second mortgages, held fund raisers, borrowed and begged from friends and family, paid for advertising, did the home studies, taken cute photos with their dogs and picket fences, filled out tons of paperwork and yet there's no product to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday someone asked me - but what about the couples who can't have children and want them? My response to my friend was "that doesn't entitle them to someone else's baby". So, what about those couples? They should have no bearing whatsoever on the issue of newborn infant adoption. I know that may sound harsh and my friend probably thought I sounded harsh too but as another friend said - "If someone lost their leg in an accident that doesn't mean it's someone else's job to cut off their leg and give it to them." Yes, there is a lot of pain for these waiting couples. I understand that and I'm sure most of them are perfectly wonderful and loving people. But, their wants do drive the market and the agencies are there ready and willing to give these couples that sense of entitlement. The agency is anxious to hold their hand and feign concern all the while taking lots of money from their other hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I had a long conversation with my adoption coordinator last week.  She is just as stunned in the low number of adoptions as we are.  While I hope that number is lowering for positive reasons, it's hard to say.  When I asked her what she thinks may be a contributing factor to such few children being placed for adoption, she said the MTV show "16 &amp;amp; Pregnant" is definitely NOT helping by glamorizing teen parents."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Does she really think that a TV show is causing the number of available babies to drop? I also hope it's dropping for positive reasons. Reasons like better education about birth control, more people seeing through the lies of the agencies, more education about the damage that separating a mother and child does to both mother and child, more families stepping up and helping their family members, more people fighting for family preservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Our only real conviction is that we are to adopt a GIRL.  My dreams have been about a girl. I want another girl. Our boys want a girl. My baby girl wants a girl. My husband just wants me to be happy. So we are unanimous on the "girl" part."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about what they want. Their wants have blinded them to the tragedy that's at the heart of how adoption comes about. Their gain begins with a terrible loss for an entire family. Wishing for babies to be free for adoption means wishing for other people to grieve for a lifetime. The news that there are no babies available at 2 agencies is sad for this woman but encouraging to me. It's another little something to lift my spirits this holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-7833586229501850925?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7833586229501850925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/pap-is-asking.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7833586229501850925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7833586229501850925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/pap-is-asking.html' title='A PAP is asking....'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyWaMwq0rbs/TuoWChTKapI/AAAAAAAABQ8/q0MVmZBtmSk/s72-c/Poinsettia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-7731443041843265261</id><published>2011-12-09T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T06:46:21.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><title type='text'>So tired</title><content type='html'>of this attitude......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&amp;nbsp;If someone chooses to parent when they aren't emotionally or financially stable can create an unstable enviroment for the child, the length of which is undetermined and often the Birthmom gives up on their persuit of their own dreams. To chose adoption I would imagine there is always a since of loss even with the best open adoption situation. So both optons have lifelong downsides."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I copied this from a comment on a facebook page. Oh yes, I guess according to this person all circumstances should be perfect before having a baby. All the planets should be perfectly aligned before giving birth and keeping your baby. If they're not then you should consider giving your baby to someone who has it much more together than you do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I can say that after living without my daughter for literally decades that no career is worth losing your child. No dream is bigger than the dream of being with your baby. No financial reward is worth the loss that mothers face when losing a child to adoption - open or otherwise. NOTHING can replace a child. I don't understand what's so hard to understand about that. The only reason anyone would have that attitude is if they want someone's child for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I lost my daughter in 1980 and it was only a year later that I married. Just a year after that my son was born. At the time he was born my husband and I were living in a small rundown duplex. We didn't have 2 nickels to our name but we had each other and our son. Were we financially stable at that time and really ready to have children? No. Was I emotionally ready to have a child after what I had been through just a couple of years earlier? No. Did I learn and manage? Yes. I did what I had to do. I became a mother and a damn good one too from what my children tell me. Three years after having my son I had a little girl. Both of them grew up to be happy, healthy, successful adults. There was no reason in this world that I couldn't have done the same with my first child. My daughter could have also been raised by me. We could have been together all those years. All of my children could have been raised together, known each other, played together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;If financial stability is such a huge factor in whether or not a woman should keep and raise her child then what of all the people suffering financial setbacks right now in this economy? Does that mean all the people facing foreclosure on their homes should consider giving their children to others to raise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;There are no guarantees in life. Giving a baby to someone who has more money does NOT guarantee that the child will grow up happy. Giving a baby to a married couple does NOT guarantee that the couple will remain married. Giving a baby to a couple that seems emotionally stable (according to their advertising brochure aka bmother letter) does NOT guarantee that the child won't be abused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Once I became a mother, a mother who was allowed to keep her baby, the dream I pursued was the dream that my children would grow up living happy, healthy lives. Yes, I also worked at becoming an artist. It was always a dream of mine to paint. I pursued that dream AND raised my children. The biggest dream I had though was the dream of seeing all 3 of my children in one room. It took 22 years to fulfill that dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;"To chose adoption I would imagine there is always a since of loss even with the best open adoption situation. So both optons have lifelong downsides." &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;This line in particular tells me that this person really doesn't have a clue. I can't think of a single downside to raising my other 2 children. Yes, we had some financial difficulties. So what! So do millions of other people. We got by and we were together, we were there loving each other. What was the downside of adoption? It was more than a "sense of loss" I can tell you. It was decades of unresolved grieving that ripped me to the core of my being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I can show you many, many, many mothers who regret "choosing" adoption but so far I haven't come across any that regret keeping their children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-7731443041843265261?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7731443041843265261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-tired.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7731443041843265261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7731443041843265261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-tired.html' title='So tired'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-7249362745381362721</id><published>2011-11-24T19:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T21:44:56.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption agency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby for adoption'/><title type='text'>Holiday Traffic</title><content type='html'>I just looked at the date of my last post and was amazed. Oct. 11 was quite awhile ago. You know how it is, busy with life in general, working constantly and trying to make ends meet, noticing November's focus on adoption and wanting to avoid the subject all together. The last few months have been difficult and I just didn't think I could handle anything else that would add to the general down in the dumps feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day though. Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. The focus is all on being with family, friends and loved ones. There's no pressure with shopping, budgets, time crunches etc..... for me it's just about love. I was with some of my loved ones and some were at other dinners in other towns and other states. Although they weren't here I know they care for me and I have so much to be thankful for. Today I had my son &amp;nbsp;and his family with me but my girls weren't here. My oldest is in Ohio and my youngest was with her hubby's family. I miss them but it's fine because I know our relationships are about a lot more than just one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.... I've been focusing on the gratitude today. I am so grateful to have my oldest daughter back in my life after 22 years of separation due to adoption. I'm grateful that I can now say I have 3 children. I can now say I have 4 grandchildren. I don't have to hide anymore. I don't have to lie anymore. I have contact with her. I can tell her that I love her just like I do with my other 2 children. She's a part of me and I can claim that without fear or shame. People who have never been through adoption separation have no idea just how huge this is. It's big. It's life changing - for both sides. I'm grateful that I was able to find my daughter. I'm grateful that I could stand in my back yard and take a photo of all 3 of my children - that was a dream come true. Even though that particular event happened some years ago, it still sticks in my mind as if it were yesterday. It was a pivotal event. &amp;nbsp;Holiday photos are taken by the billions and they're wonderful but there's something special about taking a picture of all of your children together for the very first time. That particular day wasn't a calendar holiday but it was a moment that divided my life. There was the "before my children met each other" time and then the "after my children met each other"time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else am I grateful for? The internet. It's helped me stay connected to my daughter and grandchildren. It's helped me to stay connected to family that live on the other side of the country. It's helped me hang out with friends and other artists. It's helped me get the word out about my work. It's inspired me by showing me the world. It's also shown me the dark side of the world we live in. Even though I don't really want to know this because it's hard to read or see, I'm grateful for it. If we didn't find out about the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.christianadoptionconsultants.com/index.php?page=available-situations"&gt;greedy, money grubbing, baby trafficking people like this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;how would we know what we're up against? We need to know that there are people advertising this little boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Caucasian boy due Dec. 25 in UT. Agency fees of 30,500 plus 1K medical."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;or this baby.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;African American baby of unknown gender due 12/3. NEEDS UT FAMILY! Agency fees of 17K plus 6K medical."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Now can someone please explain why the medical is 1K in the first listing but 6K in the second listing? Could it have something to do with the holiday? The first baby's due date is Christmas day after all. Why is the Caucasian boy so much more expensive than the African American baby of unknown gender. Is it because the gender is unknown or because the baby is African American? WTF?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Here's another little item from this company's site....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;u style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Education on Birth mother warning signs and Birth father situations:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We help our clients reduce the risk associated with adoption by matching with specific birth mothers and steering clear of birth mothers or birth fathers that exhibit common warning signs. Our agencies disclose a full social and medical history of the birth mother and frequently test for drugs and alcohol exposure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Common warning signs of what? Mothers who may decide they want to keep and raise their children? What exactly are they saying here? These are people who are just another layer in the world of flesh peddling. They're not an agency. They are consultants who are nothing but another go-between in the middle of the AP's and the agency who is recruiting the expectant mother. This is another middle man. Another group of people with their hands out looking to make money on the sales of children but hey, if the word Christian is right there at the top of the page then they must be good - right? People (some, not all) who call themselves Christians are supposed to have a grasp of the concept of gratitude but can they appreciate the connection a mother and child have for each other? Can they appreciate that what's in the best interest of the child (except of course in the case of abuse or neglect) is to remain with his/her natural family? Do they only feel gratitude for the bottom line?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As much as it hurts to see this, I'm grateful for the media that allowed it to come to our attention. If we didn't have access to this information, how would we know that this was going on? How would we know that there are things that need to change? I'm so grateful for the time we live in but so sad that the time we live in hasn't shown us to be more evolved than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-7249362745381362721?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7249362745381362721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/holiday-traffic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7249362745381362721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7249362745381362721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/11/holiday-traffic.html' title='Holiday Traffic'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-8373380355138783311</id><published>2011-10-11T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T08:51:50.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occupy wall street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family preservation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sark'/><title type='text'>Occupy Adoption</title><content type='html'>Occupy Wall Street is growing and spreading across the country. People are taking to the streets to take back their power and now it's moved on to the virtual streets of Facebook. Wouldn't it be amazing if there was such a thing as Occupy Adoption? The main idea of OWS is getting the money out of politics. Doesn't the same thing need to be done to adoption? The money has to be taken out of the adoption system in order for children's interests to be considered first. REAL family values have to be considered important. Mothers have to be considered important to their children, not interchangeable depending on who has the deeper pockets. Babies are bought and sold in this country just as our politicians are bought and &amp;nbsp;mothers are left bleeding at the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;a roar&lt;br /&gt;“hearing her pain,&lt;br /&gt;she stood up and spoke out loud.&lt;br /&gt;another heard.&lt;br /&gt;another spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;forming a circle around the wounded,&lt;br /&gt;they bared their scars to one another.&lt;br /&gt;gently they whispered.&lt;br /&gt;we are one.&lt;br /&gt;we are not in this alone.&lt;br /&gt;we are one.&lt;br /&gt;the chant grew stronger.&lt;br /&gt;and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;until a roar shook the earth.&lt;br /&gt;and the world listened.”&lt;br /&gt;~terri st. cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Thanks to FB (where I found Terri's words) and blogging we're getting the word out about the power hungry and the family starved. Just as people who speak out against corruption in government are sometimes &amp;nbsp;painted as anti-American, those of us who talk about power imbalance and corruption in adoption are labeled as anti-adoption. Am I anti-adoption? Yes and no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My 'anti' list.&lt;/b&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;mothers and babies being separated unnecessarily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;agencies and brokers making tens of thousands of dollars on the sale of babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;price lists for babies - oh, pardon me.... "situations"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;pro-adoption language like the word "situations"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;college scholarships for mothers who surrender their children for adoption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;organizations like NCFA who lobby for the brokers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;the lies of open adoption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;the unenforceable open adoption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;the time frames in which a mother can sign surrender papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;the ridiculously short revocation period for the mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;agencies advertising for and recruiting pregnant women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;PAP's advertising for babies&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;pre-birth matching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;PAP's in the hospital with a mother when she's giving birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;the connection between abortion and adoption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;adoption used as solution by pro-lifers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;adoption used as solution to poverty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;the lack of resources for mothers and children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;the sense of entitlement that many PAP's have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;adoption being viewed as a solution to infertility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;adoptees not having access to their own personal history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;sealed original birth certificates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My 'pro' list.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;true orphans or children in need being taken care of by a family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;As you can see the 'anti' list is far longer than the 'pro' list so I guess that makes me about 99% "anti-adoption" but it's not un-American to speak out against unethical practices. (I'm sure there are things I've left off the 'anti' list, I'll add them as they come to me.) The mothers and adoptees who are affected by the corrupt adoption system make up the bulk of the people involved in the industry but have the smallest voice. I think that's changing. Like OWS, the number of voices is growing. It needs to keep growing for the sake of families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ty4BxmXbfnw/TpRfTjF7L4I/AAAAAAAABF4/Oul7aeJCqeE/s1600/how+to+love+a+child+by+Sark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="397" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ty4BxmXbfnw/TpRfTjF7L4I/AAAAAAAABF4/Oul7aeJCqeE/s400/how+to+love+a+child+by+Sark.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I love this list How To Really Love a Child by Sark. I would add to it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Keep children with their mothers and natural families whenever possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-8373380355138783311?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8373380355138783311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/occupy-adoption.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/8373380355138783311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/8373380355138783311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/occupy-adoption.html' title='Occupy Adoption'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ty4BxmXbfnw/TpRfTjF7L4I/AAAAAAAABF4/Oul7aeJCqeE/s72-c/how+to+love+a+child+by+Sark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-4706205663537699463</id><published>2011-10-05T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T05:14:14.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demons of Adoption Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>Awards time</title><content type='html'>Wow, that was hard. I could have just as easily voted for the others in each category. Put your 2 cents in&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://poundpuplegacy.org/fifth_demons_of_adoption_awards"&gt;here at the Fifth Annual Demons of Adoption Awards 2011&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-4706205663537699463?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4706205663537699463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/awards-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/4706205663537699463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/4706205663537699463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/awards-time.html' title='Awards time'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-42909381043896583</id><published>2011-10-02T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T18:16:08.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Mother Forum'/><title type='text'>Upside down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R3L_klBy9-Y/TojYIHk6KJI/AAAAAAAABFg/ZzcD3r69CiE/s1600/so+called+triad.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R3L_klBy9-Y/TojYIHk6KJI/AAAAAAAABFg/ZzcD3r69CiE/s400/so+called+triad.JPG" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's an interesting discussion going on over at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.firstmotherforum.com/2011/09/birth-mother-to-adoptive-parents-you.html#more"&gt;First Mother Forum&lt;/a&gt;. Jane was honest in her feeling of being uncomfortable around adoptive parents and the comments that follow are equally as interesting. While I was reading I kept thinking about the "triad" term. It was brought up in the discussion and the image that kept coming to mind was an upside down triangle divided into 4 parts. Those of us who have been torched by adoption know that there's no such thing as the equally portioned triad between the adoptive family, the natural family and the adoptee. What I keep seeing in my head is the sketch at left and that's not accurate either. Actually, the adoptee's portion should be even smaller or truthfully it should be non-existent and the natural mother's portion should be smaller also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand what Jane is saying about her feelings around adoptive parents. I find myself shutting down when I hear someone say that they adopted an infant. It happened recently with a student. Since I don't know the circumstances surrounding that person's adoption experience I just keep my mouth shut and don't say anything but it does make me want to change the subject so adoption doesn't become the focal point of the conversation. For me, there are days when I can talk about it and some days when I can't. Sometimes the emotion of it is just too close to the surface and it's too painful to even take advantage of the situation and use that time to educate someone about the other side of adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being PC was also mentioned in the discussion in regards to the honest feelings about adoptive parents. One adoptive parent even commented that they were tired of other adoptive parents whining about what they go through to adopt a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #191919; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Margie said....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #191919; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;"APs whine way too much about what they go through. I can tell you for a fact that the day my first child arrived, that "paperwork" was a distant memory, forgotten. I know it was a different story for his mother."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #191919; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I appreciate Margie saying that. It's what I've felt all along. I know I've talked about pain wars and how pointless they are but let's get real for a second. All of us have pain and deserve to be validated. That is truth. Yes, it's painful to be infertile. It's painful to go through the tests, treatments and sorrow when the treatment doesn't work. It's painful to lose the dream of a family. I do understand that. I also know that all the paperwork and home study stuff is a pain to deal with and it takes time - I'm sure much longer than anticipated. BUT...... where does that stand in comparison with a mother who gave birth to a child, loves that child and wanted to raise her baby but couldn't for whatever reason whether real or &lt;strike&gt;imagined&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;coerced.&amp;nbsp;An infertile couple is grieving a loss. They are grieving the loss of a child that could have been, a child that doesn't actually exist, it's an imaginary child. What they're really grieving is the loss of being a parent, their own need to be a parent. When a mother of adoption loss is grieving, she is grieving the loss of an ACTUAL CHILD - a living, breathing infant who she is biologically connected to, an infant she shares DNA with, an infant she carried for 9 months. I'm sorry, but there is a difference. At this point I don't care if it's not PC to say it. The pain of not being able to conceive and having to do paperwork instead in order to become a parent doesn't even begin to compare to the pain of losing a child. There, I said it. Yes, I know I said the pain wars are pointless but like Margie, I'm sick of the whining about what APs go through. While an AP is experiencing the joy of parenthood a natural mother is grieving for the rest of her life. While an AP is rejoicing about their well adjusted, happy toddler they really have no idea how the adoption is going to affect that toddler in the years to come. While an AP is enjoying being a parent an adoptee is dealing with the loss of his original family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;In the comments after Jane's post Robin said.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #191919; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;"Pertman goes on to say about infertile people, “We’re supposed to swallow our loss, internalize our pain and move on.” Well, yes, actually you are. Just because someone cannot conceive their own child doesn't entitle them to someone else's child. I've had some downtime lately and spent a part of it reading trashy celebrity magazines. It seemed adoption was mentioned on every other page. No matter how old the celebrity, no matter what his/her sexual orientation was or their relationship status, they all felt entitled to have a child (that is to adopt a child). They just seemed to assume that their fame and money entitled them to a family. Of course, not one word was mentioned about the pain to the first parents or how the child will feel about being adopted. These things don't seem to even cross the celebrities' minds. It's as if their are endless numbers of children who would be so much better off being raised by a wealthy celebrity. Unfortuneately, we still have a long way to go in some corners to get our message across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #191919; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #191919; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The adoption industry is a system that's screwed up. I was going to say broken but it's not really broken as much as it's unbalanced and corrupt. There's a lot that needs to be fixed. Where do you begin to fix such a problem? Take a look at an emergency room situation. ER staff deal with triage. They have to determine who needs help first. In a triage situation they look at the most life threatening situations first and take care of the patients with the most need first. From there it's a sliding scale of need. Who in adoption should be considered first? The adoptee of course. It's supposed to be about children after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #191919; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Jane said....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #191919; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;"The purpose of adoption is to provide a family for a child who needs one, not a child for a family. If the reason a child lacks a family is because his natural family lacks money, then people interested in that child's welfare would help the child's family care for him. Obviously when people are willing to spend lots of money to obtain a child but not to help his family care for him, it is not the child's welfare they are interested in but meeting their need to have a child regardless of what's best for the child."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #191919; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #191919; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;The adoption industry is seriously ill so maybe it's time for triage. Where is the most need? Who needs help first? The children of course yet look at where they are in the upside down "triad" of power. They are the powerless yet they have the most need. The welfare of children should be everyone's focus, not dollars and the personal needs and wants of adults. Take care of the children! If you want to adopt look to the children who are truly in need. Don't take a baby from his mother because YOU want a baby. It's about the children. It's about the children. It's about the children. It has to be said over and over and over and over...... take care of children's needs first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #191919; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #191919; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #191919; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-42909381043896583?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/42909381043896583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/theres-interesting-discussion-going-on.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/42909381043896583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/42909381043896583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/theres-interesting-discussion-going-on.html' title='Upside down'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R3L_klBy9-Y/TojYIHk6KJI/AAAAAAAABFg/ZzcD3r69CiE/s72-c/so+called+triad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-9042071974489084471</id><published>2011-10-01T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T20:42:00.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do with adoption</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcDTcdStcNs/TofRGW-gMgI/AAAAAAAABFA/OdQQaNJhVkw/s1600/Sunny+6-28+next+stage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcDTcdStcNs/TofRGW-gMgI/AAAAAAAABFA/OdQQaNJhVkw/s400/Sunny+6-28+next+stage.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So this is what I've been up to for the last few months. I haven't been here on the blog very often or reading very many blogs because my life has been consumed with turning this life-size fiberglass horse into an abstract painting called Sunny.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3QymguJwnDs/TofRNeHS0OI/AAAAAAAABFE/LonmqEPA_UI/s1600/Sunny4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3QymguJwnDs/TofRNeHS0OI/AAAAAAAABFE/LonmqEPA_UI/s400/Sunny4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q3TxLml5EFg/TofRPxt5QQI/AAAAAAAABFI/N7ddPdZRJ58/s1600/clockwork+fury.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q3TxLml5EFg/TofRPxt5QQI/AAAAAAAABFI/N7ddPdZRJ58/s400/clockwork+fury.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;helping my husband work on his life-size horse sculpture called Clockwork Fury........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDmyvW916Bs/TofRuawcdwI/AAAAAAAABFQ/WeiUC407u54/s1600/Maxine+15mo6533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDmyvW916Bs/TofRuawcdwI/AAAAAAAABFQ/WeiUC407u54/s400/Maxine+15mo6533.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and babysitting this charming little girl named Maxine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Working on public art projects like&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ocala.com/article/20110929/ARTICLES/110929538/1452?Title=Horse-Fever-is-back-Decorated-horses-unveiled"&gt;Horse Fever&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has been a highlight of my art career. This is the third time I've gotten to paint one of these horses and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. They're a ton of work but so much fun to do. I simply painted mine. My husband's horse on the other hand - now that one was some work. He actually took one of the fiberglass forms and cut it into many, many pieces. He then welded a steel frame upon which he reassembled the thing with piles of other parts like gears, rusted chain, clock innards and various other bits and pieces - working on that horse was pure madness. We spent many sleepless nights working out in the back yard with all manner of power tools and driving our poor neighbors insane I'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I wasn't working on horses I was snuggling a grandbaby so other things had to rest on the back burner for a while. Eventually I'll get caught up on reading my friends blogs and hopefully catch up on the sleep too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Credit for final Sunny photo: Tammy Griffin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Photo credit for Clockwork Fury: Brian Hershberger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-9042071974489084471?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/9042071974489084471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/nothing-to-do-with-adoption.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/9042071974489084471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/9042071974489084471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/nothing-to-do-with-adoption.html' title='Nothing to do with adoption'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcDTcdStcNs/TofRGW-gMgI/AAAAAAAABFA/OdQQaNJhVkw/s72-c/Sunny+6-28+next+stage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-6982411273753440738</id><published>2011-09-22T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T08:15:54.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another way</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to share &lt;a href="http://exiledsister.wordpress.com/2011/09/21/paper-pregnant-centric/"&gt;this post by Mei-Ling&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;about the term "paper pregnant". I was truly disgusted the first time I heard that phrase used by PAPs. I felt like I, along with all the other natural mothers out there, just had the last door shut in our faces, the last connection to our children negated. The people that society claims are more deserving of our children are not only taking our babies but staking the claim to our pregnancies also. No PAPs, you are not pregnant, not even on paper. It's a lie. It's just another step in the "as if born to" process of pretending the baby is yours. It's another way that the agencies encourage PAPs to feel entitled to a woman's child before she's given birth to the baby. It's another way to put pressure on a pregnant woman. If she's sharing the pregnancy with the PAPs then surely she's not going to keep the baby from them after the birth. Here we have it, 2 more words in the coercion arsenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, update on the show Parenthood that I mentioned on the previous post..... pregnant girl has a legal issue but can't afford an attorney. Guess who IS an attorney - of course, the one who wanted to buy a baby. She happily offers her services to the girl free of charge. You could see the gleam in her eye and the wheels turning. &amp;nbsp;Later in the show, after legal issue is resolved, she asks the pregnant girl if she would consider letting her adopt her baby and all the girl says is NO. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-6982411273753440738?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6982411273753440738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-another-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6982411273753440738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6982411273753440738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-another-way.html' title='Just another way'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-9146777964080471444</id><published>2011-09-19T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T15:37:13.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buy a baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Will they or won't they?</title><content type='html'>I watch this show called &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/parenthood/video/hey-if-youre-not-using-that-baby.../1354944?auto=true"&gt;Parenthood&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;It's pretty good for a weekly family drama/nighttime soap opera. I watched last season and was excited to see the new season starting this week. I was prepared, I was settled in with my remote, ready to fast forward through the commercials (of course I try to record anything I watch on a regular basis so I don't have to sit through those). What I wasn't prepared for was one of the characters on the show bluntly stating that she wanted to BUY A BABY. I don't remember the exact words but it went something like.... "You know the latte girl at the office? She's pregnant and I want to buy her baby". I may not have all the words exactly as they were scripted but she did say BUY. After I got over my annoyance that the topic of adoption crept into my guilty pleasure of a nighttime soap, I was shocked at what I heard. She really did say BUY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first gut reaction was such utter disgust that I was about to turn the tv off and declare that I'm never watching that show again. Then I thought..... I wonder where the writers are going with this. For them to have her state that with such brutal honesty, it makes me think - could it be that they might not be going down the sparkly, pastel colored kool-aid highway? What if a show actually, really told the truth about the human trafficking known as adoption? What if they actually talked about the role the agency plays and the amount of &amp;nbsp;money to be made on the backs of mothers and their children? What if they made a point of talking about how society views women. What if they actually tried to present adoption from the viewpoint of the natural mother, or even the adoptee? Could it happen? Am I dreaming to think that on prime time TV there might be a viewpoint presented that doesn't suck up to the industry? Could there be a show so bold as this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm a awake now and yes, I know it's fiction. It would probably mean ratings suicide for them but I have turned into the eternal optimist. I would like to think that a show I've enjoyed would continue to be a show that I'll enjoy AND they'll tell the truth about something. We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-9146777964080471444?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/9146777964080471444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/will-they-or-wont-they.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/9146777964080471444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/9146777964080471444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/will-they-or-wont-they.html' title='Will they or won&apos;t they?'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-2744462642955387815</id><published>2011-09-08T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T07:31:15.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro-life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby scoop era'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family preservation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam Harris'/><title type='text'>Religion and reality</title><content type='html'>I've been reading Sam Harris's book Letter to a Christian Nation. I read it a few years ago but decided to pick it up again. It's funny how different things jump out at you when you're in a different place in your life. When I read the paragraph below it screamed adoption at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"One of the most pernicious effects of religion is that it tends to divorce morality from the reality of human and animal suffering. Religion allows people to imagine that their concerns are moral when they are not - that is, when they have nothing to do with suffering or its alleviation. Indeed, religion allows people to imagine that their concerns are moral when they are highly immoral - that is, when pressing these concerns inflicts unnecessary and appalling suffering on innocent human beings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zeal of the religious to stop abortion may make them appear to be coming from a morally superior place - in the eyes of other religious people anyway. For many the morally correct stance is not to allow contraception. Then add to the list the abstinence only education for teens who are dealing with raging hormones and there you have the mix that creates the perfect environment for the religious to press their concerns and push the adoption agenda. Talk about inflicting unnecessary and appalling suffering on innocents! The unwavering faith in what the religious authority has to say allows people to simply wear blinders when it comes to the results of following those dictates. Why else would the BSE be allowed to be continued for so long? How could people who are normally loving and compassionate people, be duped into believing that sending girls away and forcing them to live without their children is the best solution for an unplanned pregnancy? So many people claimed that family is everything yet could send their pregnant daughters to go live among strangers to deal with such a traumatic experience on their own.&amp;nbsp;That is truly a divorce from reality. The sad thing is these attitudes still continue today which is why adoption in it's hideous form still continues today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"You believe that your religious concerns about sex, in all their tiresome immensity, have something to do with morality. And yet, your efforts to constrain the sexual behavior of consenting adults - and even to discourage your own sons and daughters from having premarital sex - are almost never geared toward the relief of human suffering. In fact, relieving suffering seems to rank rather low on your list of priorities. Your principal concern appears to be that the creator of the universe will take offense at something people do while naked. This prudery of yours contributes daily to the surplus of human misery."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the shame that created so much pain for so many millions. This belief, combined with the idea that only a married couple - defined as one man and one woman - is capable of raising healthy children, continues to cause pain for many more adults and children. This is another huge divorce from reality. Sadly many women are still raised in these beliefs and think they're doing the right thing when they hand over their babies for others to raise. It's only after the fact, and sometimes decades after the fact, that they wake up from the delusion of &amp;nbsp;"adoption is wonderful". In the meantime their children are living with the day to day reality of being an adoptee. The trickle down consequences of adoption continues for generations and it all stems from the belief that sex without a certificate of marriage is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the religious were really pro-life they would welcome new life regardless of the marital status of the mother. If they were really pro-life they would do all in their power to keep sacred the bond between a mother and her child. If they were really pro-life they would make sure that a new child is taken care of within their own natural family. If they were really pro-life they would do all in their power to prevent the suffering of living human beings, not just blastocysts. The suffering caused by adoption is immense yet the blinders are still on thanks to the immense power of religion to turn something natural and beautiful into something dirty and shameful. Equally as shameful is the adoption industry that uses people's beliefs in these ideas against them in order to acquire babies to sell and line their pockets with the cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-2744462642955387815?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2744462642955387815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/religion-and-reality.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/2744462642955387815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/2744462642955387815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/religion-and-reality.html' title='Religion and reality'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-923400363223442522</id><published>2011-09-06T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T11:22:41.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tax credits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>More evidence of the power imbalance</title><content type='html'>Most of the time, when reading blogs from mothers who have recently surrendered their babies, I see the usual rainbow and butterfly propaganda from the adoption industry spewing forth - sometimes it's more like projectile vomiting and I just want to duck. Today I read &lt;a href="http://wsbirthmom.wordpress.com/2011/08/12/a-warm-blanket-and-a-slap-in-the-face/"&gt;a post&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that was different. This mother sees just how unethical and unfair the industry is and what she had to say just enraged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I learned that everything that I did in my frantic, desperate attempts to keep my son with me, were to no avail, from negotiating my and W’s Dr., hospital and anesthesiologist fees, to a plea for Medicaid only to be denied because I made too much money. I would have had to file bankruptcy if I had kept him and that purely because W is ‘adopted’, regardless of the scenario of his adoption, or the income D &amp;amp; H make, that 1) he receives $175/mo in free formula from WIC for his first year, and 2) he is on FREE Medicaid for his first year, and 3) they will be getting more food allowance from WIC once he turns 6 months as he begins to eat solid foods."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, millions of us know the story of being stuck in the middle and falling through the cracks. You don't &amp;nbsp;make enough income to pay for what you need but make too much income to qualify for any help. It's a crappy place to be. So a single mother who is trying desperately to take care of her child is denied Medicaid yet the people who adopt her baby - who obviously had the funds to pay an agency the adoption fees and we know how high those can be - get $175/mo in formula for a year and Medicaid for a year. They get this help because they adopted. AND add to this the&amp;nbsp;ridiculous tax credit/refund of something like 13,000.00 they'll get simply for adopting. All of this help is available to the&amp;nbsp;couple taking the baby but none of it is available to the child's mother. This is sickening! How many more posts have to be written, what do we have to do to get people to see this industry for what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think about not doing any more posts here because it can be so difficult to keep it up. It's just hard to keep talking about such an emotional, personal and painful subject. If I could just go about my life and not have to think about this crap anymore I would certainly have less stress but when I see stories like this I feel like I can't stop. I just want to scream. I want to shake people. Women lose their children because of money yet we (the taxpayers and that includes the mother who lost her baby) give money to the people who can afford to buy those children. Why aren't more people enraged by this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-923400363223442522?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/923400363223442522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-evidence-of-power-imbalance.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/923400363223442522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/923400363223442522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-evidence-of-power-imbalance.html' title='More evidence of the power imbalance'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-1438072232059701174</id><published>2011-09-04T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T11:53:18.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthmother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>Care and Feeding</title><content type='html'>In my wanderings through web pages I came across this little tidbit. The title of the article is&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogmafia.org/2011/09/infertility-caring-for-birthmother.html"&gt;Infertility - Caring for the Birthmother&lt;/a&gt;. Seeing this line in the middle of the list of other articles such as what kind of aromatherapy candles to buy for stress relief, recipes for chocolate cake, and shopping for funeral sprays made me feel like there should be a card with a list of how-to's like you get from the hardware store about re-grouting your bathroom tile. Maybe adoption agencies could start making labels they can tag on pregnant women that give PAP's care and feeding instructions for "your new birthmother". Geez.... the title says it all too doesn't it? Infertility = take someone else's baby. And... she's not even a woman or an expectant mother, she's THE birthmother, an "it" to be handled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are three of the items on the list.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #676767; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman Times', serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. A complete social, family, medical and personal&lt;br /&gt;history is essential, including drugs and alcohol&lt;br /&gt;use. The woman may be afraid to be specific.&lt;br /&gt;4. A woman considering placing her child for&lt;br /&gt;adoption may be at higher risk for STDs and&lt;br /&gt;social problems. She may require additional&lt;br /&gt;medical and social supports, even after the&lt;br /&gt;placement of her child.&lt;br /&gt;5. Care during delivery should be the same as for all&lt;br /&gt;mothers. However, delivery may not be joyful; in&lt;br /&gt;fact, the mother may show signs of grief and&lt;br /&gt;bereavement. The mother may not want to see her&lt;br /&gt;child or stay on the labor and delivery floor. These&lt;br /&gt;wishes should be honored.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know how I feel about the "b" word so I'm not going into all that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting that the first line of #5 has to be mentioned at all. We all know why that is. Care during delivery for unwed mothers used be very different from married mothers. For decades we were treated like breeding stock and even abused by medical staff. "However, delivery may not be joyful; in fact, the mother may show signs of grief" - wow! Imagine that - the walking uterus has feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snark could go on forever with crap like this but it's a lovely Sunday afternoon and I've had enough of being annoyed. Just thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-1438072232059701174?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1438072232059701174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/care-and-feeding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/1438072232059701174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/1438072232059701174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/09/care-and-feeding.html' title='Care and Feeding'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-3329897675234452553</id><published>2011-08-31T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:31:56.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptive parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>Just stay out of it!</title><content type='html'>You know, I'm not one to rant and rage against adoptive parents or PAP's. As a general rule I'm not hateful toward people. I hate the money grubbing adoption industry but I don't hate people. There are some really great adoptive parents out there. Now here comes the 'but'. There is a page on facebook that's meant to be a source for expectant mothers who are considering adoption. They want to hear from mothers who have been down that road and are willing to share their experience and knowledge. Well, since I've lived with adoption as a mother who lost a child at birth I thought I would comment and share some of my blog posting. I also thought it would be good for them to hear from an adult adoptee so I shared a couple of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.declassifiedadoptee.com/2010/07/when-i-will-get-over-it.html"&gt;Amanda's posts&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;with them as well. I think EVERYONE involved in adoption should listen to what adoptees have to say. Plus, I wish there were people around who could've shared some of this stuff with me 31 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it wasn't long at all before the admin was being warned by an AP about the "anti-adoption forces on facebook". She was there to offer help and support should things get out of hand with these forces. Gosh, am I part of a force? That's pretty cool :) My point is though, why is an AP on that page to begin with. Is she there to monitor the dialogue to see how the baby market is holding up? Is she looking for more babies and is afraid that someone like me might have a "negative" influence on the suppliers? Aside from this one person I also saw several posts by PAP's just openly advertising that they were looking for babies. Like I said, this is a group by mothers for mothers who are in need of support and information. Why can't these greedy, selfish people stay out of it and let these women hear from the mothers who have been there. We can tell them exactly what it's like to lose a child, not only in the months following the birth but decades later. If you're trying to prevent an expectant mother from hearing the real truth from other's real life experiences about what it's like to live with adoption then you are contributing to the coercion of that woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-3329897675234452553?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3329897675234452553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-stay-out-of-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3329897675234452553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3329897675234452553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-stay-out-of-it.html' title='Just stay out of it!'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-3238690093250269859</id><published>2011-08-26T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T08:16:07.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words I read this morning on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://motherhoodexpunged.blogspot.com/2011/08/harvest-my-heart-before-my-child.html?showComment=1314371066805#c8168658873486221450"&gt;Barbara's blog Motherhood Expunged&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #66bb33; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #4c1130; font-style: italic; font: normal normal normal 30px/normal Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harvest my heart before my child&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="color: #4c1130; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5510119304405860964" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 518px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What would you do if you needed a new heart and a young woman offered hers to you? &amp;nbsp;What if she was poor and didn't know how she was going to support herself so she just decided it was more important that you have her heart. Of course you would tell her no. You would never kill another to save your own life, even if the person offered.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5510119304405860964" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 518px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks that's what happens when you take another woman's child. Unless a childs safety is in jeopardy everything needs to be done to support the mother. &amp;nbsp;The mother and child need each other. Another mother will never replace a child's mother. Remember, they were together for nine months. The bond was established and will never be severed. And truthfully if you take a woman's child it would be kinder to take her heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5510119304405860964" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 518px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5510119304405860964" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 518px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So simple and to the point. It gets to the heart of how I feel about infant adoption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-3238690093250269859?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3238690093250269859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/08/words-i-read-this-morning-on-barbaras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3238690093250269859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3238690093250269859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/08/words-i-read-this-morning-on-barbaras.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-1711273496530230758</id><published>2011-08-19T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T06:39:40.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptive mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imbalance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthmother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Imbalance of Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TIfYduXTg8/Tk5MBmhOCcI/AAAAAAAABDI/WOE-_ZNq_DQ/s1600/Imbalance+of+Power.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TIfYduXTg8/Tk5MBmhOCcI/AAAAAAAABDI/WOE-_ZNq_DQ/s640/Imbalance+of+Power.jpg" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imbalance of Power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;48x36&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oil on canvas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seems like everyone's talking about the 'b'mother terms right now. There's the argument that it's just semantics and what's the big deal. Then there's the view that the 'b'mother term is used to put us in our place and relegate us to just a walking uterus. So where do I stand? Well, I used to stand with the first camp and now I stand with the second. Robin at &lt;a href="http://motherhooddeleted.blogspot.com/2011/08/beating-dead-horse-can-be-good.html"&gt;Motherhood Deleted&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;just did a very good post about this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think it wasn't a big deal but then I learned how important language is. We create our reality with what we think. We think in words. How we define ourselves in our own minds and in words we speak to other people is what we become. If we constantly tell ourselves and others that we're stupid, can't accomplish something, or we're clumsy then that becomes our reality. This is why motivational speakers are so popular. They're using words and their energy to pump you up, get you excited about what you can do and who you are. A child who grows up being told that she isn't good enough will believe it and it then becomes a self-esteem issue to be overcome as an adult in order to be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If language has this much power then it stands to reason that the terms we use to define who we are in the world of adoption are critically important. If we want to make changes and have an impact on how others see us in relation to adoption we have to be careful with how we define ourselves. I am my daughter's MOTHER. There are no qualifiers needed. I gave birth to her, I wanted to raise her, I wasn't allowed that privilege, the power was taken from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think it's a shame that we end up having these discussions over and over again but maybe that's what's needed for people to understand. The down side is we end up embroiled in this battle between mothers instead of focusing our energy on regaining some of our power. I see language as a way of doing that. Changing the language can shift the power. Hell, just the fact that the industry uses that word makes me want to never hear or see it again. Taking back our rightful moniker can be one of the ways we take back our identities and our rightful place in our children's lives. That slight change can be very powerful. Making that change in my own mind made a huge difference for me just like working on the painting series has been very healing. This latest painting gives an indication of just how out of whack the world of adoption is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a huge imbalance of power. The industry has the money, the lobbyists, the clout and legislation on their side. The PAP's have the desire for babies, the money and the clout. The adoptee has no say - she hovers there between two families. The mother of course has nothing - no money (isn't that why she's surrendering?) and certainly no lobbyists (our families and society didn't lobby for us to raise our children).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another word that's a lie - triad. This multi-billion dollar a year industry uses a constellation of people, organizations and businesses to keep the scales tipped their way - doctors, lawyers, lobbyists, religious groups, women's clinics, advertising agencies, even other mothers. They use women against each other. Young women who have recently lost their children to adoption and still believing the words of the agencies are put on display on the websites to reassure other young women that giving their child that beautiful fake family tree won't be so bad. What they haven't realized yet is that tree has no roots and they're the ones who are going to be crushed along with their children when the idea of the perfect life in adoption falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking back my power, one word at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-1711273496530230758?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1711273496530230758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/08/imbalance-of-power.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/1711273496530230758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/1711273496530230758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/08/imbalance-of-power.html' title='Imbalance of Power'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TIfYduXTg8/Tk5MBmhOCcI/AAAAAAAABDI/WOE-_ZNq_DQ/s72-c/Imbalance+of+Power.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-1072362360840386637</id><published>2011-07-28T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:34:05.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>A good discussion</title><content type='html'>There's a very good discussion going on over at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.feministe.us/blog/archives/2011/07/27/adoption-as-a-feminist-issue/"&gt;Feministe&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;about adoption and the rights of children to be raised by their biological parents, the rights of mothers to raise their children, rights regarding creating families and raising other people's children, what's problematic in the adoption world and what can be done about it. There are many comments coming from a variety of POV in the constellation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's worth reading if you have a few minutes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-1072362360840386637?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1072362360840386637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-discussion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/1072362360840386637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/1072362360840386637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-discussion.html' title='A good discussion'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-8581995289812710453</id><published>2011-07-09T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T15:44:34.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illegitimate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catholic church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Did I make reparation yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AB9oWqkQesc/Thi-0btNZvI/AAAAAAAABBg/0M4UbhRyP4I/s1600/Reflect%2BHere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AB9oWqkQesc/Thi-0btNZvI/AAAAAAAABBg/0M4UbhRyP4I/s400/Reflect%2BHere.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hw" style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;il·le·git·i·mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="pseg"&gt;&lt;i style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;adj.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Against the law; illegal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Born out of wedlock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grammar&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not in correct usage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Incorrectly deduced; illogical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Biology&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Unacceptable as a scientific name because of contradiction to the international rules of nomenclature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;I have been fighting this word for years. I hate it! I hate it when it's used in reference to human beings. To me it's demeaning and humiliating. It's completely unnecessary. The dictionary definition may not seem that way, it's just a word. It's just a meaning for a word. That's true but words have power. They affect people in good ways and in bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;Today a friend of mine posted a link to a site I've seen before but I hadn't seen &lt;a href="http://www.traditioninaction.org/religious/k011rpUnwedMothers_Stretenovic.html"&gt;this particular page&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;before. As I read I could feel my blood pressure building, my teeth grinding and the bile rising in the back of my throat. Just like the definition of that word, people like this priest have power. People listen to what he has to say. They put stock in the answers he has to offer and what he writes on websites like this. He's a representative of a church that I used to belong to, a church that participated in the taking of my child. If you read the page on this link you'll see that in the church's tradition....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"The Catholic Church does not look down on such a woman or expect her to bear the mark of her guilt upon her person, like a cursed woman. But, at the same time, the Church does not deny that the woman must still bear the consequences of her action after Confession, even if she made a perfect Act of Contrition, and would thereby be worthy to enter Heaven in she should die that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The social situation of the mother and child does not change after Confession and the completed penance; and yes, no matter who has argued to the contrary since I first broached the subject over a year ago, it is an ongoing scandal. Until her situation as a “single mother” changes, it is not advisable the woman should be included in all the normal social life at the parish, e.g. youth groups, etc. An unwed mother can get support from certain more mature members of the parish for her spiritual and temporal needs without appearing ostentatiously for the confusion, and, yes, the scandal of the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fr. Jacques Leclercq, Professor at the Saint Louis Institute of Brussels, author of&lt;i&gt;Lessons of Natural Law&lt;/i&gt;, indirectly confirms this opinion when he states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To admit the illegitimate children in the family, and to put them at the same situation of the legitimate ones, would be to ruin the fundamental institution of the marriage, because the same familial advantages would be obtained without the family by means of illegitimate unions” (1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is valid for the family life, proportionally is also valid with regard to Catholic social life in the parish and elsewhere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;So..... the unwed mother is not looked down upon by the church but she is to be ostracized from it. Seems to me the church is speaking out of both sides of it's mouth. We care for our parishioners but don't you dare have sex outside marriage. Well, we all know that sex outside marriage is going to happen because we're human BUT if you get caught by growing another human inside you (because that's really the only way anyone is going to know that you had sex outside of marriage isn't it?) you can't come to any of our meetings anymore. AND, if your children are to associate with legitimate children the institution of marriage will be destroyed. We can't have these associations so here we have the solutions....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Catholic solutions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The presupposition of the three solutions below is that the mother has full right over her child, as has the father. They also have the duty to raise their child well. In principle, they should marry, if the father is still single. But, as almost always happens, the father is either unknown because of the promiscuous life of the mother, or is known but has fled his responsibilities. So, let us face the common case of a single mother alone with her child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the solutions for such a scandalous situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is marriage. If the woman finds another man of upright character who marries her in the Church and takes her and the child under his custody, her situation is regularized. He covers her shame with his honor and his name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;I don't know why.... why am I still surprised by these attitudes - "almost always" the mother is a slut and the father is a deadbeat. So the solution - find another guy to put a ring on her finger because we all know that that is the be all end all of existence. That child will not be a legitimate human being unless there's a ring, a band of metal formed into a circular shape and pushed onto the ring finger of the left hand. Now her situation can be regularized. What the hell does that mean - be regularized? I guess it fits right in with my so-called status as a BM.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;Oh, and let's not forget - he covers her shame with his honor. So because he was willing to say "I Do" her shame is no more. When, oh when will these attitudes go away?! Isn't it about time we recognized each other's worth as human beings and love each other simply because we are, not because we say a certain collection of words or wear a piece of metal around a digit. When is the human race going to outgrow this nonsense? If we are to really follow the lessons of natural law then we will love each other unconditionally. We will accept and love new life without labels and insults. We will care for each other without casting members of the race aside simply for being human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;From the same page....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"Adoption is also a possibility for such a situation, provided that the unwed mother is at least reasonably certain that the foster parents will raise the child in the Catholic Faith. The role of the godparents, usually in practice more of a background role, clearly becomes more active and they are required to help the mother fulfill her responsibilities in such a situation. It may even be the case that one or both of the godparents (if they are married, which is often the case) would be in a situation to become the foster parents. That would be ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An important point to remember in these last solutions is that the unwed mother has to overcome her natural affection for her child in order to give the best chance to save his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;This separation imposed by charity will go a long way in helping the unwed mother to make reparation for her sin, assuming, of course, that she did sin, and was not violated without her fault."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Well, that was obviously written by someone who has never had children. Apparently the only way I was to save my daughter's soul was to overcome my affection for her. Separating a newborn infant from her mother will cleanse the mother of her sin and save the child's soul. No thought is given to what the separation does to the child or the mother, the lifelong grief that results. This is written by a man. A man who has no idea what it is to carry life within. What it is to give birth. A man who cannot marry and have children of his own. A man who has no idea what it is to raise and love a family. How dare he?! How dare he put these rules out there. Rules about life and love that he knows nothing about. Who is he to decide what is sinful? Who is this church to decide who is to be accepted and who is not? Who is he to tear mother from child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;I'm so tired of hearing this attitude of moral authority from an institution who hides criminals and has a history of abuse in so many parts of the world. I'm going with number 4 of the definitions of illegitimate: the CHURCH is "incorrectly deduced; illogical"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-8581995289812710453?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8581995289812710453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/07/did-i-make-reparation-yet.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/8581995289812710453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/8581995289812710453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/07/did-i-make-reparation-yet.html' title='Did I make reparation yet?'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AB9oWqkQesc/Thi-0btNZvI/AAAAAAAABBg/0M4UbhRyP4I/s72-c/Reflect%2BHere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-6052402317918102969</id><published>2011-06-16T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T06:57:24.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Phil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Now I remember.....</title><content type='html'>There was a reason I stopped watching Dr. Phil years ago. I was reminded of it again last night when I watched a rerun of an episode about a 16 year old girl who was pregnant and trying to make up her mind about what to do. This girl had a home, 2 parents who love her and were willing to support whatever decision she made and her boyfriend who was supposedly involved in the decision making process. It appeared that her mother was having a difficult time with the idea of letting her grandchild go - understandably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Dr. Phil's idea of helping - have the girl meet with the people at Catholic Charities, have her meet an adoption attorney who wants to set her up with a counselor - gosh, no conflict of interest there. Here's the doozy - have her meet a woman who tried to adopt a newborn 5 times and the mothers all changed their minds after the births. What do you think is going through the mind of a 16 yr old pregnant girl as she watches a woman cry because of 5 "failed adoptions". Now the girl doesn't want to see a counselor because she and the PAP are best buds and she doesn't think she needs counseling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Phil throws in one more helper. An adoptee who thought open adoption would be a bad idea because it would be too confusing for the child. The child only needs one set of parents and should be allowed to only bond with them. So where was the natural mother talking about the consequences of losing a child to adoption? Where was the counselor or psychiatrist discussing the lifelong pain and grief that natural mothers can suffer or the pain of adoptees who long for a connection with their natural families? Where was the discussion about the feeling of abandonment many adoptees live with? Where was the discussion of the lack of legal protection for the natural mother in regards to open adoption?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young girl was only 6 1/2 months along, was being told that she's not responsible enough to deal with a baby and being presented with the usual one-sided, "adoption is the best option" BS and then pressured to make a decision. So of course at the end of the show she announces her decision to choose adoption. What a surprise. And people say coercion doesn't happen anymore - more BS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-6052402317918102969?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6052402317918102969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/06/now-i-remember.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6052402317918102969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6052402317918102969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/06/now-i-remember.html' title='Now I remember.....'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-4016131738349697802</id><published>2011-06-07T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T16:28:35.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international adoption'/><title type='text'>Many articles</title><content type='html'>Lots of information here, many articles to read so I thought I'd just post the link and you can go through the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://canadianbanishedmother.wordpress.com/2011/06/07/international-adoption-facts/"&gt;http://canadianbanishedmother.wordpress.com/2011/06/07/international-adoption-facts/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing &lt;a href="http://findingchristopherfindingmyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/international-adoption-facts.html"&gt;Susie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-4016131738349697802?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4016131738349697802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/06/many-articles.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/4016131738349697802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/4016131738349697802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/06/many-articles.html' title='Many articles'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-9113116581812245882</id><published>2011-06-04T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T13:23:36.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='value in adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='value scale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption agency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heritage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><title type='text'>Things that I'm pondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--sD8mLDk3FU/TeqOsevMOAI/AAAAAAAAA-0/dbgqIygj7Dw/s1600/value-scale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="102" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--sD8mLDk3FU/TeqOsevMOAI/AAAAAAAAA-0/dbgqIygj7Dw/s320/value-scale.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In art there is such a thing as a value scale. Here value refers to the relative lightness or darkness of a color. On some value scales there is a numeric value placed on the scale with 0 representing the darkest value and 10 representing the lightest value - white. I never thought I would see a correlation between the value scale in art and the value of children in adoption. There's a value scale in adoption? You betcha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Recently I was &lt;a href="http://www.law.unc.edu/news/story.aspx?cid=431"&gt;reading about race&lt;/a&gt; and the cost of adoption. When I first heard of this I was surprised and the older I get the more I find myself saying "why am I surprised?" I'm also currently reading the book ETHICS IN AMERICAN ADOPTION by L. Anne Babb. To me the title is an oxymoron and I'm sure many would agree. There's not much ethical about adoption in this country. In the part I'm reading now the author talks about race in adoption during the BSE. She's referring to how single pregnant women were treated based on the color of their skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from page 44...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The Caucasian single mother was expected to pay for violating norms against premarital sex and conception. Her pregnancy, according to experts, was a neurotic symptom. Experts also agreed that only the most seriously disturbed unwed mothers kept their babies rather than giving them up to middle-class Caucasian couples for adoption (Solinger, 1992). While 90 percent of African American single mothers kept their babies between 1945 and 1965, over 90 percent of Caucasian unwed mothers in maternity homes relinquished their babies for adoption. The view that giving up her infant for adoption was the only path to psychological redemption for the Caucasian single mother was promoted by officials and professionals employed by the United States Children's Bureau, Florence Crittenton Association of America, the Salvation Army, and Catholic Charities, as well as by psychologists, psychiatrists, and clergy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The social mandate of giving up children for adoption paralleled an increase of infertility among Caucasian couples of childbearing age and an increased demand for adoptable healthy, Caucasian infants (Zelizer, 1985; Silber &amp;amp; Speedlin, 1983). At the same time, African American women received the mandate to keep and raise their illegitimate children, a mandate so strong that an African American unwed mother who tried to give her baby up for adoption could be charged with desertion. In a paper presented at the National Conference on Social Welfare in 1953, Caucasian, unmarried mothers were referred to as "breeding machines, a means to an end. As individuals... they are overlooked, and popular support tends to concentrate upon securing babies for quick adoptions" (Solinger, 1992, p. 28)."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she quotes Rickie Solinger again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;[Black unwed mothers] were viewed as socially unproductive breeders, constrainable only by punitive, legal sanctions. Proponents of school segregation, restrictive public housing, exclusionary welfare policies, and enforced sterilization or birth control all used the issue of relatively high rates of Black illegitimacy to support their campaigns. White unwed mothers in contrast were viewed as socially productive breeders whose babies, unfortunately conceived out of wedlock, could offer infertile couples their only chance to construct proper families. (1992, p. 24)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what it boils down to is, the "product" of an African American woman's womb is not as valuable as the "product" of a White woman's womb and the means of control used on each woman was different based on her skin color. The way I was treated in 1979/80 was no different than the treatment of girls in the BSE. The BSE did not abruptly end in 1972. It gradually tapered off and it took many years for that to happen. That has me wondering about some things. Being of Latin descent, was I treated differently than other unwed pregnant women? Did my daughter's adoptive parents pay a lesser fee for her adoption? If they did pay a lesser fee, did they pay it because of the fact that the adoption was handled through Catholic Social Services or because of my heritage? Or both? Then throw this in the mix - I found out 6 years after losing my daughter that I was also an adoptee - although a half-adoptee/step-parent adoptee/adoptee-lite - whatever you want to call me. Upon finding out about my adoption I found that instead of being Puerto Rican/Cuban, I'm Puerto Rican/Irish! My natural father was blond and blue-eyed, the ideal adoptable combo and my daughter's father is also blue eyed and fair. Her Latin side suddenly got watered down a bit more. So, what does that mean? Does it mean that had my daughter's real heritage been known by the agency there would've been a different price attached to her? Where do I fall on the value scale - 6 or 7? Where does my daughter fall - 8 or 9 maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more minor ponder... why is it that spell check doesn't recognize the word 'adoptee'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-9113116581812245882?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/9113116581812245882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-that-im-pondering.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/9113116581812245882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/9113116581812245882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-that-im-pondering.html' title='Things that I&apos;m pondering'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--sD8mLDk3FU/TeqOsevMOAI/AAAAAAAAA-0/dbgqIygj7Dw/s72-c/value-scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-2940508645827469068</id><published>2011-05-23T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T17:35:00.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption agency'/><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a while since I've posted here. Life just has a way of getting in the way of things that I'd like to do. Actually I should say jobs have a way of getting in the way. Sometimes we just have to realize that there's only so many hours in the day. If I could figure out a way to skip the whole sleeping thing I would but since I'm not a bot I have to deal with it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past couple of months I've been dealing with the end of an 18 year job and the beginning of a new adventure. The transition required that I work both at the same time and that's been incredibly difficult. The end of the job was a good (and scary) thing. I had been burned out to the degree where I had to talk myself into getting out of the car every morning when I got to the parking lot. I had to repeat positive, self-healing mantras on the drive to work each day while fighting back the tears just knowing I had to go there (if that isn't a sign that you're burned out I don't know what is). While doing that, I also began another venture with my painting partner. We've been teaching art classes together for years, we wrote a book together but now we're taking it to another level with our own studio location. So while handling the closing sales of the store and end of the job I was trying to get the new situation started. There's a lot to do to get up and running!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you deal with the end of a job and the expansion of a true calling while at the same time wanting to do research, write blogs, write to legislators, work on boards, paint paintings in the adoption series, see family, visit the kids, babysit the grandbaby, oh yeah - I am still married so seeing him occasionally would be nice too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what's the point of all this whining? Just letting you know that I'm still here. There are certain people who can get me fired up, get back in the saddle and wanting to spread the word and they are &lt;a href="http://www.declassifiedadoptee.com/2011/05/money-in-adoption-there-are-no-words.html#comments"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://motherhooddeleted.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-adoption-cant-do.html"&gt;Robin&lt;/a&gt;, two of the strongest voices for adoption reform I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to post as often as I'd like but I'm still reading, I'm still listening, I'm still here. Let's take the money out of adoption! Let's preserve families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-2940508645827469068?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2940508645827469068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/05/transitions.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/2940508645827469068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/2940508645827469068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/05/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-1069004084352967802</id><published>2011-04-23T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T20:29:40.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter weekend</title><content type='html'>It was Easter weekend when I met my daughter for the very first time. I remember flying in to Columbus OH airport, (not a very long flight from FL although it felt like an eternity) and getting off the plane. No one was at the gate to greet me so I headed to the baggage claim area. I think I hyperventilated all the way down there. At one point going down the stairs I thought I would faint. My breathing was labored, my pulse rapid, I had to stop and lean against the wall to try and catch my breath, all I could think was - I'm about to meet my daughter! It was only 22 years in the making and the year that we met was also her birthday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to think. I know what I was feeling - pure terror! I wasn't afraid of her - I was afraid of all the emotion that the reunion was going to bring up. I was afraid I would be a blubbering idiot in front of all these people - all these people being her adoptive family. What would they think of me? What would she think of me? I figured some of them would be at the airport to support her and that was fine and dandy. I'm the one who made the decision to go alone for the reunion so I had no one there holding me up. It was my own fault. For some reason I felt like I had to do this on my own. I was alone throughout the pregnancy, I was alone when I gave birth, I was alone when I signed the papers and I needed to be alone to meet her. It was between me and her. There was one thing that she and I shared - and no one else - and that's her birth. No one else can lay claim to it. Her adoptive family could sing happy birthday to her but it was me who was there. It was me feeling the labor pain. She arrived in this world through me. No matter what else happened it was me and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since that reunion it's been me and her figuring things out, getting to know each other and feeling our way through the labyrinth that is reunion. We took things slowly and it was worth it. We've been remembering our connection and learning how to navigate it. She's learned I'm 'momma' and I rejoiced the day I heard her say that word. I remember crying with joy the first time she called me that. There's just no describing what it feels like to hear your daughter call you a term of endearment for the first time ever, decades after giving birth. It's a tricky thing to feel like someones mother yet at the same time be on the outside looking in. It's a weird place to be. How far do you go with the 'mom' thing. She has another mother, the one who was there when she was growing up. I wanted to be the one who was there but wasn't allowed to be. It took a long time to figure out how to fit in now that she is grown up. I think we got it figured out though. It was hesitant at first, became a friendship over time and then it grew and filled in the spaces that make up 'mom and daughter'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because her birthday is so close to Easter, this holiday used to bring with it a grieving. While I was having fun watching my other 2 children hunt eggs there was a sadness that sat just below the surface. I didn't dare think about it. That got completely turned around in that spring 9 years ago as I sat next to her, shoulders touching, on a bench in Ohio, watching my grandchildren play in the yard. Easter once again became a time for new life and this year I get to celebrate another new life with my granddaughter's first Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good with all my children and grandchildren in it. Happy Easter Liz, Aaron, Sarah, Josh, Kory, Jakob and now Maxine. xoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-1069004084352967802?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1069004084352967802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/1069004084352967802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/1069004084352967802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter weekend'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-3956868282026130632</id><published>2011-04-22T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:13:51.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evangelical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption agency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>Religion and adoption</title><content type='html'>This is interesting. Take a look at this article &lt;a href="http://www.thenation.com/article/160096/evangelical-adoption-crusade"&gt;Evangelical Adoption Crusade&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a couple of small snippets.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“We expect adoptions will continue to rise as new movements within the Christian community raise awareness and aid for the global orphan crisis,” Bethany CEO Bill Blacquiere said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One result has been the creation of “rainbow congregations” across the country, like the congregation Moore helps pastor in Louisville, Highview Baptist. An active adoption ministry has brought 140 adopted children into the congregation in the past five years. These children don’t recognize the flags of their home countries, Moore proudly noted at a 2010 conference, but they can all sing “Jesus Loves Me.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So incredibly sad, nothing short of brainwashing and child abuse in my book, and more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As the numbers have dropped, the adoption industry has constricted, with the closure or merger of 25 percent of US agencies since 2000. The shuttering of Guatemala in 2008—what Luwis called “the gravy train” for many agencies—was a major factor. JCICS felt the squeeze too. In an internal 2009 document, the organization described financial shortages that forced it to halve expenses and staff in recent years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In the last few years, a bunch of top placing agencies in the US met together kind of clandestinely,” recalls Luwis. “To me it was a ‘saving our rear’ meeting. I take no salary. But for some of the others, this is their livelihood. They place thousands of kids; this is the way they’ve done it, they’re not going to change.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-3956868282026130632?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3956868282026130632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/04/religion-and-adoption.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3956868282026130632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3956868282026130632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/04/religion-and-adoption.html' title='Religion and adoption'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-1063365592863665159</id><published>2011-04-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T15:05:11.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth records'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption agency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tax credits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infertility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Resolve to keep talking</title><content type='html'>I learned about this organization &lt;a href="http://www.resolve.org/"&gt;Resolve - The National Infertility Association&lt;/a&gt; from a post on Facebook. They are lobbying to get tax credits for people suffering from infertility because the cost of treatment is so high. I find that a wee bit frustrating. Are there tax credits for those of us who have been through cancer? I'll be paying on those medical bills for years. Cancer is a life threatening crisis. Is infertility a life threatening crisis? They call it a crisis on the website. Now I'm not trying to minimize the pain that people feel when faced with this problem, yes I know it's painful, but how about a little perspective. The catastrophic and dramatic language that they use to get their point across can be a bit much. You're not going to die if you don't have a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this group is also pushing adoption, it's all over the site. Adopters already get a huge tax credit to help them with the cost of adopting yet most natural mothers who surrender their infants are doing so because of lack of financial support. Why is that? If the adopters were really concerned about doing what they could to help children they would be adopting an older child from the foster care system who really does need a home. And....those adoptions cost very little if anything. Suppose a baby's natural parents aren't able to be there for the child and a family member is raising that baby. Where is the big tax credit for them? If they're really concerned about children why don't they do something to help single mothers instead of taking their children away from them? They don't because the adoption industry and groups like this push the adoption agenda which is of course money in their pockets and because they're more concerned about their own crisis of childlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolve is having a &lt;a href="http://www.resolve.org/Regions/southwest/southwest-family-building-conference.html"&gt;family building conference&lt;/a&gt; next month. This is from the site....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, You Want to be a Parent? Nothing can Stop You! The keynote speaker at Southwest Region’s 19th annual family building conference is Bill Grundfest, an award-winning writer and producer. “If what you want is to be a parent, nothing can stop you," Grundfest said. "And, &lt;strong&gt;once you are, the ‘how’ you became a parent will make no difference to anyone,&lt;/strong&gt; least of all to you.” &lt;/em&gt;(bold my emphasis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Mr. Grundfest, I beg to differ. Do you really think that if a couple become parents through infant adoption that it will make no difference to anyone?! How about the mother who will be grieving for her child for the rest of her life. How about the child who has been taken from his natural family, has been cut off from his history, has had his birth documents falsified, who as an adult is still treated like a child and not allowed to have his own personal records. What about all that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are adults going to start showing more concern for children and less for themselves? Everything I said above may sound like a broken record but every time I come across another site like this and attitudes like that of Mr. Grundfest I get pissed off all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-1063365592863665159?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1063365592863665159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/04/resolve-to-keep-talking.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/1063365592863665159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/1063365592863665159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/04/resolve-to-keep-talking.html' title='Resolve to keep talking'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-180909392230979372</id><published>2011-04-11T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:01:53.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><title type='text'>It just is</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm an artist so usually I post a painting of mine or some sort of image to go with the post I'm doing. I didn't really have anything in my body of work that fit what I had in mind for this post so I did a search for an appropriate image. I Googled "image of angry women". I went through 10 pages of images and what I found were pictures of crazed, maniacal, gun toting, knife and/or rolling pin wielding, curler wearing, mascara streaked, hair ripping pictures or cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief! Is this what people think of when they think of us being angry? Why are we portrayed as such ugly, awful witches(some with brooms even) for simply being angry? Lots of us are pissed off and with good reason. Robin did a &lt;a href="http://motherhooddeleted.blogspot.com/2011/04/pissed-off-and-proud.html"&gt;very good post&lt;/a&gt; about this. Robin and I both just joined the &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/OMPOW?sk=wall&amp;amp;filter=2"&gt;One Million Pissed Off Women&lt;/a&gt; page on Facebook. In just a very few short days the membership has grown to 5602 members, at least that was the count when I last checked it while writing this. It's grown every time I look at the page. By the time I post this it might even be over 6000 members. Does that say something about how we feel as females about how we're treated? Take a look at the page to get an idea of why we're pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot being talked about on the blogs about anger. Read what Melissa had to say at &lt;a href="http://yoonsblur.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-yeah-well-ok-then-shame-on-you-for.html"&gt;Yoon's Blur&lt;/a&gt;. This is from the adoptee's point of view. Amanda from &lt;a href="http://www.declassifiedadoptee.com/"&gt;Declassified Adoptee&lt;/a&gt; had this to say about that post... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Perhaps it is time for others to investigate why they react to your voice and other adoptee voices the way that they do, before deciding we're the ones who are wrong :-)" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's something else I've heard.... "just because you had a bad experience with adoption....." That's one to send me over the edge, clinging perilously to the branch that's sticking out of the cliff's rock face. Whoever says that doesn't even have to finish the statement and I'm seeing red. This was said to me by a beloved person in my life. It took me days - literally - before I could even function normally after that discussion. How dismissive and patronizing! Yes, my experience with adoption sucked. Does that mean my experience was unusual and should not be shared? Does that mean it's not worthy of expression so others can understand what the history of adoption is? Does that mean I shouldn't care about what happens in adoption now and do my part to help keep children and their mothers together? Does that mean my anger at the system that tears families apart is not justified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one.... "it's in the past, why dwell on it, you can't change what happened then" Well no, of course I can't turn back the clock and change what happened but I sure as hell can do what I can to keep someone else from going through what I did. The only way to help prevent that from happening again is to talk about what happened then. If the generations coming up don't know what happened, how are they going to know how to prevent it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one I've heard in reaction to the fact that I'm now painting and blogging about adoption.... "I don't want you to become angry" BECOME ANGRY?! Again - BECOME ANGRY?! I guess as natural mothers we got very good at hiding and suppressing our anger because it's amazing to me that anyone would even question our anger. We were forced to be mother's without our children. We were told we weren't good enough to raise our own babies, we apparently shamed our families, we were supposed to just move along and give our children to better people who were more deserving than us, we were to forget and move on and quit complaining. So what's to be angry about? Once knowing the truth, how can anyone (especially people who are parents themselves) not understand the anger that we've lived with? I've been angry for over 3 decades! I didn't show it all the time because I've been living a life with my husband, raising my other 2 children and in the meantime stuffing the anger down. It's the way us natural moms survive - stuffing the anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot over the years about how to deal with it. I did a lot of reading, meditation and introspection. I wanted to be the best mother I could be for the children I raised but of course the past had an effect on my mothering them. I leaned toward over-protecting them out of fear of losing them like I lost their sister. I even had nightmares over the years about losing them to awful accidents. I'd wake up crying, not able to breathe, with one thought in my head - I lost one child, I can't lose another. My poor kids grumbled for a long time because I made them wait longer than their friends to get their driver's licenses and it was purely out of fear. That may seem like a minor thing but it's just one example of the constant effect that adoption had on me and the other people in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science has proven that stress and emotion has a huge effect on our physical being. Could it be that all the years of suppressing the emotion related to adoption had something to do with the cancer I dealt with just a couple of years ago? Was it purely coincidence that I had uterine cancer? I guess there's no way to know the answer to that but it just seems strange to me that the place that was the center of the most extreme emotion was also the center of an extreme disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's healthier - bottling up all this anger and emotion or using the anger to make things better? Seems to me it's worth the risk of being considered a bitter, angry bitch, be authentic about the adoption experience and hopefully wake people up rather than keep silent and keep swallowing what was done to us. If we swallow it, it's going to come out anyway and we might not like how it happens. Just because we express our feelings about our adoption experience doesn't mean we're actually bitter, angry bitches. It just means we're expressing our emotion about that experience. It's a feeling that doesn't need a judgement, it just is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-180909392230979372?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/180909392230979372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-just-is.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/180909392230979372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/180909392230979372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-just-is.html' title='It just is'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-3330590445817745369</id><published>2011-04-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T11:54:00.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption agency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>Not a bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Z27fAkaHPA/TZX-aE3J6NI/AAAAAAAAA3k/dkrvlO23WDM/s1600/my%2Bbutterfly%2Bin%2BLakeland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590654236385470674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Z27fAkaHPA/TZX-aE3J6NI/AAAAAAAAA3k/dkrvlO23WDM/s400/my%2Bbutterfly%2Bin%2BLakeland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This butterfly was a painting project I did for the city of Lakeland. They were doing a fundraising auction to build a children's playground and a bunch of us artists were fortunate enough to be chosen to contribute art. This particular project was special to me not only because it was to benefit children but because the city of Lakeland is where I was living when I was pregnant with my daughter lost to adoption. Near this park is where I had to sign the papers when she was 4 days old. When I was designing the pattern I was going to paint on the wings I decided to incorporate my daughter's initials into the design (thankfully this project came up after finding my daughter so I actually knew her initials). So, in this small way, Liz and I are always together in the town where I spent those months carrying her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see, mothers don't forget. Our sadness over losing our children doesn't turn into joy and warmth knowing that our babies are with other people who have more money or are married. I bring up the butterfly because our children, although not with us, are part of everything we do, everything we think, everything we feel. Last night I was looking through some websites and came across yet another rah, rah, happy adoption site. These sites always have questions supposedly asked by pregnant girls/women considering adoption (I doubt they're genuine questions considering how similar the questions are from site to site). I see this one all the time - "Will I feel sad forever?" The reply was...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"NO! There may always be a bit of sadness in your heart. But will be replaced with the joy, warmth, love, security and financial support your baby will have with the adoptive couple."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, BULLSHIT! Seeing this nonsense just burns me. How dare someone, who has no idea what the hell they're talking about because they haven't lived in these shoes, give that kind of answer. These are the kinds of outright lies told to young, vulnerable pregnant girls in order to convince them to give up. After their baby is gone they're left to deal with the grief day in and day out for many, many years. Sadness will be replaced with joy? A mother without her child doesn't feel joy about the adoption no matter how long it's been. Sadness replaced with warmth and love? No and no. Love for who- the couple who took her baby and is raising her baby as if born to them? Love for the other woman who is being called mommy instead of the child's natural mother? Sadness replaced with security and financial support - well that just doesn't make sense. She might feel the security and financial support if she had been adopted by the couple along with her baby. I'm pretty sure what they meant to say was that the sadness would be replaced with love &lt;em&gt;knowing&lt;/em&gt; the security and financial support their child will have. But here's the thing - there is no &lt;em&gt;knowing&lt;/em&gt;. No one has a crystal ball. Those pretty brochures with the smiling, perfect looking PAP's could be false advertising just like the lies told above. There's just no way to know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the 22 years without my daughter I cried on a regular basis. There was an underlying depression that never left me and when her birth month rolled around every year I would be overcome with grief. Every day of my life I was searching. Every time I saw a child around her age I would wonder - could it be her? I worried that the people she ended up with could be abusing her (thankfully that wasn't the case but it does happen sometimes). I even wondered if she was still alive - could there have been an accident? maybe she was sick? You just don't know. That's not "a bit of sadness in your heart". That's living with constant uncertainty and depression. That's living with a piece of your heart far, far away and never knowing when or even if it will ever be returned to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-3330590445817745369?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3330590445817745369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-bit.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3330590445817745369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3330590445817745369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-bit.html' title='Not a bit'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Z27fAkaHPA/TZX-aE3J6NI/AAAAAAAAA3k/dkrvlO23WDM/s72-c/my%2Bbutterfly%2Bin%2BLakeland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-7924053315692989004</id><published>2011-03-31T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T14:14:36.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixed media painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday candles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><title type='text'>Candles for the Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wqtyC7G-OZM/TZToXHwyNyI/AAAAAAAAA3c/JEAx1l3Uhjw/s1600/yellow%2Bcandle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590348521391929122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wqtyC7G-OZM/TZToXHwyNyI/AAAAAAAAA3c/JEAx1l3Uhjw/s400/yellow%2Bcandle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhGLmG1CUGc/TZToR5UpwwI/AAAAAAAAA3U/RDSuV9QUhSo/s1600/blue%2Band%2Bwhite%2Bcandle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590348431616492290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhGLmG1CUGc/TZToR5UpwwI/AAAAAAAAA3U/RDSuV9QUhSo/s400/blue%2Band%2Bwhite%2Bcandle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yzKxAGv0SRs/TZTnmVh3nlI/AAAAAAAAA3M/5nYHul6YAFY/s1600/blue%2Band%2Bwhite%2Bcandle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5x5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acrylic on canvas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't believe it's been at least a couple of weeks since I've been here to post. My schedule has just been crazy and I haven't had as much time to devote to the cause as I would like. Things will ease up by the end of April and I can get back to painting and blogging more often. For now I want to put this out there. I'm working with &lt;a href="http://origins-usa.org/"&gt;Origins-USA&lt;/a&gt; and I'm doing these small candle paintings to raise funds to help with their mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the particulars, here's the blurb from Origins homepage - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Birthdays hold enormous meaning for natural parents and adoptees. To commemorate what birthdays mean to us, artist and author &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/hershbergerhuff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;carlynne hershberger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; is painting these birthday candles on 5x5" stretched canvas. they cost $30 plus $3 shipping. carlynne will donate $15 from each painting sold to origins-usa, so it can continue its important work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each painting is a one-of-a-kind work of art, so your painting will not look exactly like the one pictured. Each one will be personalized with the birth date of your child. Also, if you have a specific color you would like to see on the candle, let Carlynne know. To place your order, email &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:paintings@origins-usa.org"&gt;&lt;em&gt;paintings@origins-usa.org&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, let me know if you're interested in a painting, just send an email to Origins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also want to say thanks to those who wrote such kind comments on my last post. It was a hard one for me to write and I appreciate all the support I've received - thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-7924053315692989004?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7924053315692989004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/03/candles-for-cause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7924053315692989004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7924053315692989004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/03/candles-for-cause.html' title='Candles for the Cause'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wqtyC7G-OZM/TZToXHwyNyI/AAAAAAAAA3c/JEAx1l3Uhjw/s72-c/yellow%2Bcandle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-6216888521678181343</id><published>2011-03-13T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:21:02.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption release'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption agency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster home'/><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WaDTog8Uwdk/TX2SeCnboqI/AAAAAAAAA28/7D2u6IxMyAU/s1600/name%2Btag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583780157805273762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WaDTog8Uwdk/TX2SeCnboqI/AAAAAAAAA28/7D2u6IxMyAU/s400/name%2Btag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I watched a video today that was posted on Facebook. It was about adoptees getting their OBC's and seeing their original names for the very first time. As an adoptee-lite I had a similar experience very recently when I was given my adoption papers and saw my original last name on an official document for the first time. It was very strange and healing in a way. For people who haven't been through this particular experience, it's hard to understand the actual physical reaction a person can have when faced with an identity that's part of you but so unfamiliar. For me, it was another piece of the puzzle put back in place. It took away another bit of the confusion I felt for so long about who I was and who my father was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about all that made me think about a conversation I had with my daughter. As I've written before, my daughter and I have been reunited for years. When I requested and received the paperwork from Catholic Social Services regarding her adoption I asked her if she'd like a copy. She said yes so I made copies and sent them off. Seeing those papers was very difficult for me - I think any natural mother who has been through this stuff knows what I'm talking about. The memories come crushing back and emotions flood. And, what I experienced with seeing my adoption papers probably doesn't compare to what my daughter felt when she saw hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for me to get the courage to open the envelope but when I finally did and read them, three major things jumped out at me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CSS had me sign a form giving them control when I was only 6 months pregnant. It was an adoption release form which was the "consent to the release of custody and control of the child". This was startling to me since I had and still have zero memory of signing it. There was my name. It is my signature but I have no memory of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On all the worksheets that I filled out, the social worker's notes etc. there was the name of my daughter's father. I told them his name, gave a physical description of him and the state he was in. When they asked for information about him I told them everything I knew. But, on the final adoption papers it says Father: unknown. Now did they do that so they wouldn't have to search for him and get his consent for the adoption? What would have happened if they searched for him? Would everything have turned out differently? Unknown father? A big fat lie. They had his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My daughter's first name on the papers was Baby Girl. I didn't give her a name officially. I was told that it wasn't necessary since the adopting couple had a name picked out and she would be named right away. I had a name for her in my heart but I never gave it to the agency. I was also told that she would go from the hospital straight to the adoptive couple's home. These were nothing but lies. She went from the hospital to a foster home for 7 weeks before going to her parents home. When my daughter saw the adoption papers she said the thing that really upset her was finding out that she was a nameless, parentless baby for the first 7 weeks of her life. It breaks my heart every time I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my daughter was 5 days old I was back in my childhood bedroom, in my parents house, on the bed, on my knees with my arms wrapped around my belly, rocking and crying uncontrollably - I want my baby, I want my baby, I want my baby - over and over and over again. I remember it like it was yesterday. I don't know how long I was in that position crying those words but it seemed like forever. At the very same time I was in that agony my baby girl was lying in a crib 2 hours away from me in a foster home probably crying for me. No one, mother or child should ever have to go through that. No one. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-6216888521678181343?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6216888521678181343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-in-name.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6216888521678181343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6216888521678181343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WaDTog8Uwdk/TX2SeCnboqI/AAAAAAAAA28/7D2u6IxMyAU/s72-c/name%2Btag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-4950592057944738873</id><published>2011-03-12T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:30:22.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original birth certificate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>All I have to say is AMEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://motherhooddeleted.blogspot.com/2011/03/logic-101.html"&gt;This post&lt;/a&gt; says it all so there's nothing for me to add right now. Robin has done a wonderful job of giving us the facts so please read and pass it along so we can share the facts with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-4950592057944738873?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4950592057944738873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-i-have-to-say-is-amen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/4950592057944738873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/4950592057944738873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-i-have-to-say-is-amen.html' title='All I have to say is AMEN!'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-6296404292989462900</id><published>2011-03-07T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T08:52:58.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='closed adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open adoption'/><title type='text'>History Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hoCYp4myBZs/TXZBqUiVjyI/AAAAAAAAA20/lDcowCgWStU/s1600/roots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581720983495348002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hoCYp4myBZs/TXZBqUiVjyI/AAAAAAAAA20/lDcowCgWStU/s400/roots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; History Waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;48x36&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZHZs_1VT-s/TXWW-e_JheI/AAAAAAAAA2s/h-kpQbwGn_w/s1600/roots.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's universal. We make family trees, we talk to and honor our ancestors, we trace the people that came before us, it's important enough to make reality shows about it - Searching For..., Who Do You Think You Are. We have websites about researching our ancestry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why is it that in adoption the biological connection isn't considered very important but in the rest of society it's huge? The adoption industry wants people to think that it doesn't matter how the family is formed - a person's roots are meaningless, what matters is who is there to change diapers and play ball. Of course parenting well is important, but many times adoptees are expected to consider their history to be from their adopted family. Good parenting should also include being honest with our children about who they are. I grew up thinking I was half Cuban. I thought my history was in Santiago de Cuba and Cayey, Puerto Rico. I thought I was a combo of the two islands - Cubarican if you will. Well, turns out the Cuban side was the adopted side. That's not actually my history. I love my dad and I do have an interest in where he came from and what that means but it's not the biology of who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The biology of who I am makes me wonder if I look like Aunt Shelley. Do I have any of Uncle Tommy in me? When I look at photos of my children I see the same chin on all 3 of them and I see it in 2 of my grandchildren. There's a thread of continuity there that's important. Maybe some of the features that I passed down to my daughter lost to adoption are the same features from the father and family I never knew. When my daughter's first son was born she was looking for the very first time, into the eyes of a person who was biologically related to her. That's huge because her roots had been cut off from her. And, when her first son was born I wasn't there. I had no idea I was becoming a grandmother for the first time. I now have 4 grandchildren, 3 of them live in another state but I have contact with them, they're part of my life. The youngest is almost 9 months old and lives nearby. When I look at her I wonder about the grandmother that was taken from me when I was a baby. How did she feel knowing she had a grandbaby out there that she couldn't see? When I look at my little granddaughter I can't imagine being cut off from her. What did it do to my grandmother to be cut off from me completely. Was her grieving similar to the way I grieved when I lost my daughter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some of these broken links were the result of family decisions and some were because of the adoption industry. It's not ok for people in a money-making industry to make decisions about who we connect with and who we don't. Closed adoption is not ok. Closing an open adoption is not ok. It's not ok that I found out about my own adoption when I was 26 yrs old. It's not ok that my daughter had to wait 22 years to find out her own history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still a lot of histories waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-6296404292989462900?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6296404292989462900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/03/history-waiting.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6296404292989462900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6296404292989462900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/03/history-waiting.html' title='History Waiting'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hoCYp4myBZs/TXZBqUiVjyI/AAAAAAAAA20/lDcowCgWStU/s72-c/roots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-7132182494799974034</id><published>2011-02-12T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T07:33:34.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support for single moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alley&apos;s House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption agency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family preservation'/><title type='text'>Preserving Families</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FqZOTwITWow/TVafs6cBl9I/AAAAAAAAAzI/AZuCDqCUxU8/s1600/alley%2527s%2Bhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572817182867429330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FqZOTwITWow/TVafs6cBl9I/AAAAAAAAAzI/AZuCDqCUxU8/s400/alley%2527s%2Bhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lovely lady in Gatesville, TX wrote to me to tell me about this organization  &lt;a href="http://www.alleyshouse.org/index.html"&gt;alley's house&lt;/a&gt;. Their mission:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Empowering teen mothers and their children to achieve independence through support services, education and mentoring."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes! In traveling through their site I couldn't find any indication that they were promoting adoption. They're a group of people dedicated to helping young moms by giving them support, help with goals, structure, education, parenting etc.... Just imagine how many families could be preserved if there were more places like this. Imagine how many mothers could keep and raise their children well if more federal dollars went to places like this instead of toward pushing the adoption agenda through huge tax incentives, grants and loans. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Convincing a poor, young, single mother to surrender her baby does not in any way help that mother. It causes heartache, despair, anxiety, depression and sometimes even suicide. Supporting her through programs with volunteer mentors, helping her to get her diploma and go on to college is going to allow her to raise her child and make a better life for herself. Unlike the adoption agencies who use college scholarships to entice mothers to surrender their babies, these folks believe you can keep your child and get educated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm all for that. If anyone else knows of an organization similar to this one, please let me know. I'd like to add them to the list of resources for single moms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-7132182494799974034?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7132182494799974034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/02/preserving-families.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7132182494799974034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7132182494799974034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/02/preserving-families.html' title='Preserving Families'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FqZOTwITWow/TVafs6cBl9I/AAAAAAAAAzI/AZuCDqCUxU8/s72-c/alley%2527s%2Bhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-6622834372425559859</id><published>2011-02-06T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T06:41:29.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gilmore Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptive parents'/><title type='text'>Me and the girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TU6S78nV7BI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ze3Q5hfF8d4/s1600/GilmoreGirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570551347684961298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TU6S78nV7BI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ze3Q5hfF8d4/s400/GilmoreGirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a show on a few years ago called the Gilmore Girls. My daughter Sarah and I would be glued to this show every Tuesday night for 7 seasons. The main characters were Lorelei and Rory - mother and daughter, and it was about their relationship. At the time the show was on Sarah was about the same age as Rory so there we were mother and daughter watching mother and daughter. I also have to confess that we love the show so much we now have all the seasons on dvd and the boxes travel from my house to Sarah's and back again and we're still not tired of watching, much to our husband's dismay. The show had really great writers, it was smart and funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, the point is, the mom/daughter relationship wasn't the only reason this show resonated with me. In the story line Lorelei was 16 when she got pregnant, didn't like the plan her parents made for her, which was to marry her boyfriend so she left with her baby. She was taken in by a woman who gave her a place to stay and a job that would let her have some flexibility so she could care for her baby. Basically she had support, she had some help so could keep and raise her daughter.  The writers on the show never mentioned the "adoption option" and I often wondered why. Maybe they thought it would be too deep emotionally, although they did get into other tough topics. They also got into Lorelei's struggling relationship with her parents - the after effects of her pregnancy and running away. There was plenty for me to connect with in this story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During the years of watching I often fantasized about what it would have been like to have had that kind of support. What would it have been like if I had just been given a chance? I know it would've been hard but maybe I would've ended up sitting there on Tuesday nights with both my daughters watching the show. When I see girls now talking about the reasons they surrendered their babies to adoption or why they're thinking about surrender I just want to cry. I want to warn them, I want to shake them awake. The main reasons are usually.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I can't give my child the life he deserves"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The adoptive parents are better off financially"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"My child should have 2 parents"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm not ready to parent"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, the first one - what exactly does that mean - the life he deserves? What a child deserves is the mother who gave birth to him.  He deserves to be loved by the woman who nurtured him in her body for 9 months, the one who loved him before he was born. He deserves to know where he came from, to grow up seeing the faces of others who look like him and have mannerisms like him, who walk like him and have similar tastes as him. He deserves to know the other folks in his tribe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reason number two - they're better off financially. Well, there's always someone better off financially. There's always going to be someone who has more money than you. It's all relative. Money comes and goes, situations change. Adoptive parents can lose jobs too. They're not immune to crisis. Mothers should not lose their children because they're poor. Children should not lose their mothers because their mothers are poor. Ask about resources. Ask for help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number three.... having 2 parents. In a perfect world maybe but we don't live in one of those. Adoptive parents get divorced or one of them dies. There's no guarantees in this life. Single moms can and do raise children every day. So do single dads. No, it's not easy but the really hard stuff in the beginning is temporary. Your status as a single person could possibly change too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally - not ready? Honey, no one is every ready for being a parent. Those 9 months of pregnancy is you getting ready. Your body is preparing and during that time you can be getting your environment ready, putting a plan into action. Being a parent is the hardest job in the world and the best job in the world and you don't want to miss out on it. It's day by day and that's how you learn. The joy of having your child with you and watching her grow will far outweigh any hardship you encounter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adoptive parents are not superhuman. They're people just like the rest of us - some split up, have problems, some are loving and some are not. With some support to get started you are capable of taking care of your child. You have no idea what you're in for when you surrender a child. No, it doesn't get easier over time. When the agencies tell you that it's a lie. The grieving goes on and on. Having an open adoption doesn't mean it will stay open. That's also a lie. Don't get all your information from adoption agencies and their counselors. Don't base your decision on pretty brochures with lovely photos of smiling PAP faces, picket fences and puppies. These are nothing more than ads designed by marketers. All they're saying is "pick me, pick me". Don't allow yourself to be matched with a couple and be pushed into a relationship with them when you're pregnant. Don't allow them into the hospital when you're in labor, in delivery or your room afterward. All of these things are designed to manipulate you into doing what they want - giving them your baby. The main thing is find out about all your options not just the "adoption option". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love that the writers of the Gilmore Girls created a character who was strong and followed her heart, someone who got help and raised her daughter as a single mom. Yeah, I know it's only a tv show but it was a positive example out there in tv land of a mom who kept her baby and raised her well. I appreciate that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-6622834372425559859?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6622834372425559859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-and-girls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6622834372425559859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6622834372425559859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-and-girls.html' title='Me and the girls'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TU6S78nV7BI/AAAAAAAAAyw/ze3Q5hfF8d4/s72-c/GilmoreGirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-4568588791994060660</id><published>2011-02-03T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T16:04:04.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amended birth certificate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original birth certificate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oprah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open records'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Half Blank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TUsg-xI4uvI/AAAAAAAAAyk/FAcYgmemkL0/s1600/birth%2Bcertificate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569581626888338162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TUsg-xI4uvI/AAAAAAAAAyk/FAcYgmemkL0/s400/birth%2Bcertificate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My husband and I were talking/dreaming the other day about a trip we'd like to take. He's been to Europe but I've never been. I'd like him to show me the sights - you know - do the tourist thing, see castles and country side, maybe do a river cruise. It's not something we can do anytime soon but for the fun of adding to the dream I thought I'd look into the requirements for a passport. I've never needed one before so I never thought about it. The first thing I noticed was the requirement for the original birth certificate and that the date on the certificate had to be within one year of the date of birth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, my birth certificate is amended and is dated several years after my birth because I was adopted by my Dad. He's the only Dad I've ever known but he's not my natural father. I guess this makes me an adoptee-lite along with being a natural mother. I haven't talked about this other connection I have with adoption before because of the conditioning I grew up with. I didn't even find out about my adoption until I was 26 years old and here I am - 52 and just now talking about it - it took another 26 years. My family felt there was such a stigma connected to adoption that they didn't want anyone to know, even me - the one most affected. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since becoming involved with the adoption community I've read stories from adoptees about finding out the truth as an adult. I can relate. Although I was raised by my mother and knew her side of the family, there is still another entire family I know very little about. To find out that you are not who you think you are is mind blowing. It's like your world tilts on it's axis and nothing is the same again. I remember one of the first thoughts I had was.... wow, I'm not really Cuban? that's just bizarre. Even the simple act of looking in the mirror changes. I didn't think any differently about Dad and I didn't/don't love him any less, it just brought another whole element into the equation about my identity. When I think about how much the news affected me, I can really feel for the adoptees who find this out when they're older and have zero information about either side of their natural families.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the time I found out about my adoption it was 6 years after losing my daughter and my third child was just under a year old. I was trying to raise 2 little ones and keep my self together in dealing with the loss of my baby girl. There was a lot going on to say the least so I stewed on it for a while but then put it away. I had to focus on my kids. Now that I've started this blog, talk to other people in the adoption constellation, write letters and comments to people about access to OBC's for adoptees, all this stuff about my own adoption comes rushing back to the forefront. I don't know what that means for me. I'd like to find out more about my natural father's family. Maybe it'll mean no passport for me, not sure in my situation. I haven't researched enough yet to know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's been a lot of talk about Oprah's mother and her shame. I understand. It seems like it doesn't matter what angle you're coming from there's shame and secrecy involved. No more lies, no more shame, no more hiding. Done already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-4568588791994060660?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4568588791994060660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/02/half-blank.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/4568588791994060660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/4568588791994060660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/02/half-blank.html' title='Half Blank'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TUsg-xI4uvI/AAAAAAAAAyk/FAcYgmemkL0/s72-c/birth%2Bcertificate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-3045672552604718304</id><published>2011-01-25T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T09:25:09.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oprah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>The Show</title><content type='html'>Well, there's already lots of writing and talking about Oprah's show yesterday so I'm not going to go into all the details here but I did want to put some thoughts down. I watched it at first with trepidation. Since I was at work all day and had to watch it late last night I didn't want to end up crying, angry or both right before wanting to sleep. Getting a good night's sleep doesn't happen that often anyway so adding some late night stress doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... what was I worried about? I was worried that the stereotypes were going to rear their ugly heads. I had never seen any of the shows she's done previously on adoption but I heard that she was very pro-adoption. I just didn't know what to expect. As it turns out I thought it was a good show. At first I sensed, and it may just be my perception, that Oprah was angry with her mother when she talked about confronting her with the story. If that's so, I can understand it to a degree. Finding something out this huge, so many years later, is truly unsettling. But then later in the show, it was a relief for me when Oprah had her epiphany regarding the shame that her mother must have felt. I thought it was important that she acknowledge what so many natural mothers experience and why there are some who are reluctant to face their past. I also thought it important that the issue of poverty was discussed as the reason for the adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleased that Patricia was able to explain how she felt about being adopted, what it meant to her to find her family and other family members were able to express how the situation affected them. I thought the topic was handled with dignity and I loved it when Patricia said it (reunion) should be handled within the family. Yes! She was referring to the possible media circus of course because of Oprah's celebrity status but to me that means the government and agencies need to stay out of it when an adoptee wants an OBC or adoption records. What they do with those records then is their business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought the show was done well. I think Oprah will now have a new perpective on adoption and what it does to people, that's what happens when something hits close to home.  I wish all of them the best in getting to know their families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-3045672552604718304?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3045672552604718304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/01/show.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3045672552604718304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3045672552604718304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/01/show.html' title='The Show'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-8942275550132753701</id><published>2011-01-14T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:55:13.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shame'/><title type='text'>Statement Enclosed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TTCAp8Z8H4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/oY2rAdMMP_g/s1600/statement%2Benclosed%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562086997880479618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TTCAp8Z8H4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/oY2rAdMMP_g/s400/statement%2Benclosed%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an &lt;a href="http://www.declassifiedadoptee.com/2011/01/silence-success.html"&gt;excellent post&lt;/a&gt; this morning by Amanda at Declassified Adoptee. She was talking about silence and success. Of course this was from the adoptee point of view but I could certainly relate from the mother's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The notion that "not talking about it" means a person has not thought about it or experience difficulty, or that their silence means that there is no different experience or difficulty for anyone, is absurd."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And then comes you're ever popular, heard-it-a-million-times, "I know someone who is adopted and they're fine with it; they never talk about it." After hearing/reading this response so many times, I wonder why it is, to so many people, that being silent about such a big thing is a sign of success in an adoption?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have just as easily read "I know someone who is a natural mother....." This is something I found when I started talking about adoption with people - the shock that they express when finding out that I wasn't just fine with the whole notion of adoption. Like adoptees, we didn't go around talking about our experience as mothers. Some of us were silent for literally decades. So, if we were silent for so many years, how were people to know what it was like for us? On one hand I can understand why someone would be surprised at how we feel and felt about the experience. Actually, if we call it what it really was - abuse, maybe people would think a little differently about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand though, I have trouble understanding how people could not know that surrendering a child for adoption is devastating. I've had a woman tell me that she had no idea I experienced such pain or that the pain continues for years. This was coming from a woman who is a mother herself. This is common and I don't know why. How can someone who experienced pregnancy, childbirth and raising children not know that losing a child hurts like hell and keeps on hurting? Just because I haven't gone through life beating my chest and sobbing daily doesn't mean I'm fine with what happened. I guess this is what's missing - something as simple as the thought - "I wonder what that would be like" and then mentally and emotionally be in that person's shoes for a while. We not only need our stories to be out there so people have knowledge, we also need some more imagination in the world, imagining what life is or was like for other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've written about before, many of us kept silent because were told to, because we were shamed into silence. Well, I think a lot of people prefer that we stay quiet. Being quiet about the abuse means they don't have to imagine what that would've been like. No one wants to feel pain. That's what we're about, finding pleasure and avoiding pain. If they don't hear about it they don't have to feel it. They also don't have to feel guilt depending on the connection to adoption. They don't have to feel obligation to do anything about the injustices. It's just plain easier to not deal with it at all. So the message is......all of you people who are unhappy with the way things happened or the way things are happening now, just go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no such luck. A lot of people involved with adoption have no intention of disappearing. There's a statement enclosed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-8942275550132753701?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8942275550132753701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/01/statement-enclosed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/8942275550132753701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/8942275550132753701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/01/statement-enclosed.html' title='Statement Enclosed'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TTCAp8Z8H4I/AAAAAAAAAx0/oY2rAdMMP_g/s72-c/statement%2Benclosed%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-3351198713250088176</id><published>2011-01-07T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T11:27:23.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixed media painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acrylic'/><title type='text'>Mothers in Exile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TSc5qxpkCOI/AAAAAAAAAxU/UwXQ98ewVo0/s1600/IMG_1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559475672057120994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TSc5qxpkCOI/AAAAAAAAAxU/UwXQ98ewVo0/s400/IMG_1215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mothers in Exile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mixed media&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;30x22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I think of mothers like me who have lost children to adoption there are words that come to mind.... fractured, hidden, sad, exiled, grieving, broken, secrets, lies, missing, searching, darkness, compartmentalize, anger, denial, waiting. And then there are words like survival, strength and perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is who we are. We grieve our lost babies. We love and cherish the babies we gave birth to later. We spend decades waiting for the day when all our children will be in the same room. We are women who were never able to have more babies and grieve the loss of their one and only. We separate the broken part of ourselves from our family lives so we can continue to live. We only let it peek through when the crack in the facade just can't be held together another second. For many of us that day was a birthday, that month was the birth month. We are the women who lie when asked how many children we have. We say two when we want to SCREAM &lt;strong&gt;3!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We walk around in hiding. People would never guess this inner world of a mother of adoption loss. We're not supposed to tell. Pretending becomes second nature and it's this pretending that allows us to keep going. But, we can only keep going that way for so long. The damage that pretending does becomes too great and we have to start the reveal. Little by little we come out from behind the door and let people know what happened. Then some of us find, amazingly enough, that the world didn't cave in when we told our secrets. We even find other mothers who lived it and know. We find people who are willing to listen even if they don't understand and people who are so shocked at the stories we tell that they don't know how to take it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, we persevere, keep telling the story and get a little bit stronger every time. We write, we paint and we sing and we try to make sense of the senseless acts done to us and our children. We're the mothers coming out of exile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-3351198713250088176?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3351198713250088176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/01/mothers-in-exile.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3351198713250088176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3351198713250088176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/01/mothers-in-exile.html' title='Mothers in Exile'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TSc5qxpkCOI/AAAAAAAAAxU/UwXQ98ewVo0/s72-c/IMG_1215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-5303664160888024611</id><published>2011-01-06T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:59:19.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthmother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>I just read &lt;a href="http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2011/01/the-missing-ctd-2.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; that someone posted on Facebook. This is an adoptive father talking about the injustices in the adoption world. First of all, he refers to women like me as "&lt;em&gt;the birthmother&lt;/em&gt;". I just can't help the way it gets under my skin. He might as well say - "the walking uterus" or "the womb". It's like we aren't even people to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first complaint: the long wait for an infant. He's in Canada and according to him there's a minimum wait of 10 years when doing a public adoption. The wait is shorter when it's a private adoption but "the birthmother" still has the right to change her mind up until 30 days after the baby is placed in the home. *gasp* The baby's mother has an entire month (insert sarcastic tone here) to change her mind. I do have to say though, at least she has 30 days. Here in my state of Florida there is NO time to change her mind. Once the paper is signed - that's it. It's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His second complaint: foster homes are overflowing with children. "In Canada, our system still weighs heavily the rights of the biological parent over those of the child." The writer is speaking of the child being in foster care for a period of time while the parent has a chance to remedy whatever the situation is. Isn't it in the best interest of the child for the parent to get their act together so they can raise their child? If they're not able to do that, shouldn't a family member be found first before giving the child to a stranger? And, when it comes to giving the natural parent a chance, how long is too long? I certainly don't have the answers and of course it should be considered on a case by case basis but it sounds like if it were up to this guy, the child would be taken and adopted out right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His next complaint: "I wish that it were different, that families would adopt these children." In other words - someone else's family should adopt them - not him and his family. He's still going for the newborn. "Our motivation is not charity. We want infants," Aha! There it is. He's complaining about the wait time for infants and the number of children in foster care but he doesn't want to be the one to take one of the children overflowing the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... to sum up, this is what his article sounds like to me. He doesn't want to have to wait for a baby. He doesn't want to adopt the children from foster care. He doesn't want mothers to have the opportunity to change their minds about such a huge life altering decision (life altering for her AND the baby). He doesn't want parents to have the chance to get their life together so they can raise their own children. What does he want? He says he's concerned for the children's well being but it seems to me what he really wants is someone else's newborn baby and he wants him or her now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-5303664160888024611?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5303664160888024611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/01/motivation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/5303664160888024611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/5303664160888024611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/01/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-5641910064759578328</id><published>2011-01-04T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T16:35:40.794-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>The Unapologetic Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TSNoKEnzl3I/AAAAAAAAAxM/RzemddBBCpc/s1600/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558400887354005362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TSNoKEnzl3I/AAAAAAAAAxM/RzemddBBCpc/s400/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was taking a break from doing some art research and checking out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.originalimpulse.com/blog/juju-infusion-unapologetic/"&gt;when I saw a little video&lt;/a&gt;. I love it! What a simple thing - making the decision to stop apologizing for every little thing that doesn't require an apology! So many women do this - apologize not only for things that aren't wrong in the first place but for their very being. Sometimes they don't actually say these words but their behavior reflects the mindset - "I'm sorry I'm taking up space" "I'm sorry for breathing the air in the room" "I'm sorry I didn't spend a fortune on the gift I gave". What's the biggie us natural mothers are sorry for? Being human and getting pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does all this apologizing say about us in general? Why do we feel like we're not worthy to speak up or even breathe the same air everyone else does? We bend to other's will, give in without speaking up and suffer in silence. Living like this is like living a shadow life. We're here but not really. What are we really apologizing for anyway, being female? Is that it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the time we're little girls we're taught to please. We had to please mom and dad, please the nuns and priests, please our teachers, please our friends, please our boyfriends, please our husband, please our bosses. We grow up with this habit so now it's.... please, please, please can we have an opinion of our own? (Funny, when you say a word enough times or write it enough times it starts to look ridiculous. Is that really a word?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a mom you nurture. As a parent you put your child first. When you grow up pleasing everyone and you find yourself in the vulnerable position of being pregnant you fall right back into pleasing mode. You want to do what's best for your baby of course so when your parents tell you what's best and your church tells you what's best and your counselor tells you what's best you do what you're told. All we wanted to do was make everyone happy. We were so sorry for the shame we brought on our families and communities that we lost not only our children but ourselves too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's time to join Cynthia's campaign and really think about when we say sorry. Let's save the "I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sorry's&lt;/span&gt;" for when we've really done something to be sorry for. Maybe by doing that we can prevent some of the "I'm sorry" inducing behavior to begin with. Hurting someone is a reason to say you're sorry. Loving someone and creating new life is not a reason to apologize. It's time to evolve beyond those who decided that it was shameful. A baby should be a celebration. Maybe someday we can get past the nonsense of worrying about whether or not a pregnant woman is wearing a ring on her finger and in turn making her feel like she has to say she's sorry. A child's life and connection to mom is far more important than that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: the woman who introduced me to Cynthia's blog was &lt;a href="http://www.artbizcoach.com/"&gt;Alyson Stanfield&lt;/a&gt; If you're an artist and don't know who she is, check out her website and books. She has great marketing info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS: and, for a dear friend of mine...... apologizing because you reused a gift bag when you were thoughtful enough to give a gift to someone is just plain silly - so stop it! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-5641910064759578328?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5641910064759578328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/01/unapologetic-campaign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/5641910064759578328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/5641910064759578328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/01/unapologetic-campaign.html' title='The Unapologetic Campaign'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TSNoKEnzl3I/AAAAAAAAAxM/RzemddBBCpc/s72-c/IMG_0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-7482077855169825520</id><published>2011-01-03T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T07:56:26.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><title type='text'>I know it's just a doll but.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TSHqdXHqZ-I/AAAAAAAAAxE/-M_ke6q4f0w/s1600/IMG_1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557981205295163362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TSHqdXHqZ-I/AAAAAAAAAxE/-M_ke6q4f0w/s400/IMG_1211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's my alter ego, my muse, the glamour girl that I'm not. She's a gift to me from my friend Kelli and she stands tall in my painting studio looking down at me from her high perch on top of the Hoosier cabinet I use to store art supplies. She's about as polar opposite of me as you can get - tall, thin and blond so that gives you an idea of "me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this doll, she has a look about her that says "I'm strong, beautiful, I know who I am and what I want to say". It's a strength I wish I had way back when and I'm still working on acquiring that strength. I think it's an ongoing process, probably one that lasts a lifetime. Maybe that's why she appeals to me. She's a reminder of who I can be - no, I won't magically transform into a tall, skinny, blond but maybe in the new year I can be newly inspired to paint what I feel about adoption and be strong enough to be authentic in my words and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been here posting in a while. The holidays were crazy busy and I also needed a break from the topic. When I find myself crying at the drop of hat (or the drop of a word about adoption) it's time to pull back and take care of myself. Now, after spending wonderful time with the family, I'm back in the studio and feeling stronger again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you had a wonderful holiday and here's to the new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-7482077855169825520?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7482077855169825520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-its-just-doll-but.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7482077855169825520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7482077855169825520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-its-just-doll-but.html' title='I know it&apos;s just a doll but.....'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TSHqdXHqZ-I/AAAAAAAAAxE/-M_ke6q4f0w/s72-c/IMG_1211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-3801587777316557679</id><published>2010-12-14T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T07:54:38.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dian Wellfare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby for adoption'/><title type='text'>BFA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CoCdNH6Ai1w?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just putting this out there for those who haven't seen it. This is Dian Wellfare talking about the reason for the BFA code used in the charts of unwed mothers. I've &lt;a href="http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-when-doing-these-posts-it.html"&gt;written about my experience&lt;/a&gt; with this before. This was not only used in my chart it was hung over my bed and taped to the door of my room. They really wanted to make sure I didn't see my daughter! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-3801587777316557679?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3801587777316557679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/12/bfa.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3801587777316557679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3801587777316557679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/12/bfa.html' title='BFA'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CoCdNH6Ai1w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-1531537039535915486</id><published>2010-12-11T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T20:16:17.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><title type='text'>Art, Adoption and Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TQPFwvG1jJI/AAAAAAAAAwM/PD2mfNBL6vQ/s1600/Solstice%2BNight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549496606920117394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TQPFwvG1jJI/AAAAAAAAAwM/PD2mfNBL6vQ/s400/Solstice%2BNight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Solstice Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;colored pencil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14x10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the winter solstice is the one we're close to but this piece represents a summer solstice night from years ago and I'm putting it here because it reminds me of the inner work we do as artists (it also reminds me of the warmer temps - I'm not liking the freezing weather we've had in FL lately). The painting was done from a photo I took in my friends yard in Taos NM during our last meeting of The Artist's Way group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artist's don't get down to work until the pain of working is exceeded by the pain of not working.&lt;/em&gt; ~ Stephen DeStaebler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Artist's deal with insecurities all the time. First there is the fear of the blank canvas. There's the fear of putting our work out there, the fear of ridicule or rejection, the fear the gallery director isn't going to like the work, the fear the director won't even look at the work, the fear of spending resources on show entry fees and not getting into the show, the fear of not being able to sell the work, the fear of getting into shows and then not having the funds to deal with the framing, shipping and cartage fees required. Then, even after getting into a show and winning an award, there is the fear surrounding being able to produce that quality of work ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Producing art, showing the work and working as an artist takes stamina, tenacity and facing fears. The basic thought behind all of this fear is "I'm not good enough". Producing art is very revealing. When we paint we put a piece of our soul on the paper or canvas. If you gave the same photo to 20 different artists and asked them to make a painting from that photo, you would have 20 different results. The subject might be the same but every artist's soul is different and the art reveals that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For me living as an artist takes introspection, meditation and courage - a willingness to be seen. Maybe all these years of learning to be an artist has helped me in living as a natural mother from the closed adoption era. As mothers we were told we weren't good enough to raise our own children. The only reason being that we weren't married. The 2 children I did raise are proof enough that it wasn't true. Finding my worth in the art world/outside world coincided with finding my worth as a mother. I believe finding ways of dealing with fear in creativity also helped me in dealing with the grief that comes with adoption. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's hard to face that grief. It's hard to live with it every day. It was also hard to start the search for my daughter. Some people were afraid for me. They were afraid that I would get hurt, either by what I found out or by not being able to find her at all. I was afraid too. Searching online in the reunion registries was a simple way to start so that's what I did. I spent years doing that with no success. Finally I got the courage to make the call to Catholic Charities. The pain of not knowing was far greater than the fear of what I might find. I had to know something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A lot of life as an artist and as a natural mother is about facing fear. The latest hurdle for me was facing the fear of talking about adoption. It still comes down to overcoming the feeling of not being good enough but I'm the only one who creates that feeling so I can change it by thinking a different thought. Now putting the art out there doesn't seem nearly as difficult as it used to and talking about adoption is getting easier. Although the people who used to worry about me during the search phase are relieved, they're now worried about me talking about it. They worry that I might get sick again (last year I was dealing with the big "C" but I'm fine now) As a matter of fact, it wouldn't surprise me at all if the pain of decades of hidden grief was the cause of the illness to begin with. So.... no worries. Painting is fulfilling a need to create and being honest about adoption is fulfilling a need to be free. And, as facing the fears in the art world seems to have helped me in dealing with adoption, adoption has now found it's way into the art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-1531537039535915486?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1531537039535915486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/12/art-adoption-and-fear.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/1531537039535915486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/1531537039535915486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/12/art-adoption-and-fear.html' title='Art, Adoption and Fear'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TQPFwvG1jJI/AAAAAAAAAwM/PD2mfNBL6vQ/s72-c/Solstice%2BNight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-3042742837511102</id><published>2010-12-09T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T06:23:19.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TQDjFr5jsBI/AAAAAAAAAwE/cCFu2Wq1jMI/s1600/Birthday%2BWish%2BLaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548684427743440914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TQDjFr5jsBI/AAAAAAAAAwE/cCFu2Wq1jMI/s400/Birthday%2BWish%2BLaine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthday Wishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;48x36&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acrylic on canvas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might remember this birthday candle painting that I did a while back. I thought it was finished but recently I received a note from another natural mother who wanted to be added to the canvas. I guess as long as there are moms who want to add their children's birthdate I'll keep it in the "not done yet" section of my studio. This is for moms and their children so I'm putting the mom's name and the child's date of birth. If you would like to be added to the painting send me a comment or message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Carlynne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-3042742837511102?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3042742837511102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/12/birthday-wishes-again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3042742837511102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3042742837511102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/12/birthday-wishes-again.html' title='Birthday Wishes Again'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TQDjFr5jsBI/AAAAAAAAAwE/cCFu2Wq1jMI/s72-c/Birthday%2BWish%2BLaine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-8435277970728865204</id><published>2010-12-07T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T09:40:05.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money in adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amended birth certificate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptive parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original birth certificate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>How Much is That Baby in the Window?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TP5ZRvZLQfI/AAAAAAAAAv8/_7QIN0hUEgg/s1600/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547969952281739762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TP5ZRvZLQfI/AAAAAAAAAv8/_7QIN0hUEgg/s400/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But what about adoptive mothers who want to maintain Their privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed diapers for all those years. No one needs to know I did not give birth. Because I worked for the OB-gyn It was arranged for me to put on a gown and lie in the hospital bed so my family could visit and see our new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one needs to know they were adopted.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The above quote is something I read in the comments to an article about opening adoption records. First I was shocked, then I thought - how sick is that?, then I felt sad for her children. Do they even know they were adopted or are they going to find out as adults when they try to get a passport and are denied or they have problems getting their driver's licenses because their birth certificate is amended? If they do know they are adopted then will they be held to some ridiculous code of secrecy so that no one else finds out? Will they have to live their lives lying to their friends and families? Is she going to remind them of the charade of wearing a hospital gown, lying in bed acting as if she's recovering from giving birth so they feel guilty about sharing their own personal information?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really question the mental stability of a woman who will go to this extreme to pretend that she gave birth to these children. How does a person like this qualify to adopt a child in the first place? She actually sounds like one of those people who goes shopping and hides the receipts but these are people, not a new dress that cost more than she'd want to admit to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's another commenter from the same article....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“These were very expensive adoptions. Our children have gone to the best schools and gained admission to fine universities&amp;shy;. Their mothers could not have done well for them, as the poor girls had no impulse control and could not even name the fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medical History is not needed. I know this as a nurse. I worked for the doctor who delivered all my children and their mothers were healthy.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gosh, she paid a lot of money for those children. She should certainly be able to hide not only those receipts but their medical history too - "their mothers were healthy".  I was also healthy in 1980. Things can change in 20 to 30 years. As a nurse she doesn't realize this? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel for the children of both of these women. What's going to happen to the relationship they have with their adoptive parents when the lies are exposed? Parents like these are not doing what's best for their children. They're not thinking ahead or thinking of their children's needs.  There is a part of me that feels sad for these parents. I feel sad for the person who feels so insecure that they have to create a fantasy around their family, spend a lifetime living with lies and in the process potentially harm their adopted children. They don't even realize that they're hurting themselves in addition to the pain they're going to cause their children. So, then I think about their adopted children who will grow up to be adult adoptees with problems created by their parents and I just get pissed off! What makes a person feel they can claim ownership to another human being? I want people like this to shop for a therapist instead of a baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-8435277970728865204?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8435277970728865204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-much-is-that-baby-in-window.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/8435277970728865204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/8435277970728865204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-much-is-that-baby-in-window.html' title='How Much is That Baby in the Window?'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TP5ZRvZLQfI/AAAAAAAAAv8/_7QIN0hUEgg/s72-c/IMG_0688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-6280826108355929275</id><published>2010-12-03T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T21:41:30.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption agency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptive parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>The Better Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TPm9WrmTxOI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4vA4KTS3ip8/s1600/The%2BParasol%2Bby%2BGoya%2B1776-1778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546672613441651938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TPm9WrmTxOI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4vA4KTS3ip8/s400/The%2BParasol%2Bby%2BGoya%2B1776-1778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Parasol&lt;br /&gt;Goya&lt;br /&gt;1776-1778&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Maybe a better life in the sense of not being neglected, having a roof over their head, a chance at an education, food in their mouths and clothes on their backs. Or the chance to be raised by someone who is not addicted to drugs. I know this is not the case for all mothers who place their children up for adoption but I would say it is a great amount." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there it is again. I wonder how long it will be before statements like this go away. The question posted by someone on a forum was.... what exactly is this "better life" that everyone talks about when giving their child up for adoption? Now, to be clear - I'm not talking about cases of abuse or neglect - and like I opined earlier, I wonder how many years we will have to clarify everything we say about infant adoption with &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; statement. We might as well do a copy and paste disclaimer on everything we write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be my guess that the majority of women saying they "placed" their children so their child could have a better life are not the ones abusing drugs and their children. I'd say those children were removed from their mothers for their protection. I'm talking about the mothers who have been convinced that this dream of a better life is reason enough to lose their children. Back in the BSE the better life meant being with parents who were married. That was the main reason given to me and that was in 1979,80. Did those people have prophetic visions? Did they think that adoptive parents never got divorced? No, that had nothing to do with it. There were couples who wanted babies and we had to be punished so it was a win/win for the powers that be and the couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it never occurs to commenters like the one above that adopters are just as likely to get divorced, use drugs, abuse children, lose their jobs, not be able to afford college and generally have the same problems as the rest of the population. And ladies, if you're pregnant and thinking about adoption, don't let them tell you anything different. There is no alternate universe where adoptive parents live free from the problems of the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now single people can adopt so the notion of the married couple providing the better life doesn't carry as much weight as it used to. What's the better life now? It's money of course. It just makes sense, look at the consumer society we live in. We judge everything by it's monetary value. We judge each other based on some ridiculous standard of beauty and we spend, spend, spend to make it happen. We must have the most beautiful face, body, house and car. We must have the latest and greatest gadgets and the biggest tv's. If the child is in a bigger house with the newest stuff surely the child will be happier. It makes us happier doesn't it? So it just stands to reason that the child will be happy too. While the child is living the better life the mother can then pursue living her better life. She can follow her dream of having more but is her life really better? Is her child's life really better? She will be missing her child. Her child will be missing her. How is this better? The adoptive parents have it better because they have the child. The agency has it better because they the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see statements like that commenter made there's so much that runs through my mind. I get angry because it makes assumptions about me and my daughter and it's demeaning to the other natural mothers I know. It reminds me again just how well the happy adoption propaganda works. And it makes me sad that there will be more mothers who will believe this lie of the "better life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-6280826108355929275?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6280826108355929275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/12/better-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6280826108355929275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6280826108355929275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/12/better-life.html' title='The Better Life'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TPm9WrmTxOI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4vA4KTS3ip8/s72-c/The%2BParasol%2Bby%2BGoya%2B1776-1778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-2866815022813133703</id><published>2010-12-01T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:11:13.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmother'/><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TPbmZMRXjEI/AAAAAAAAAvE/3fOzpXjtFQ0/s1600/grandmas%2Bwedding%2Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545873311618534466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TPbmZMRXjEI/AAAAAAAAAvE/3fOzpXjtFQ0/s400/grandmas%2Bwedding%2Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's December 1st. National Adoption Awareness Month is over and that's a very good thing. There was lots of posting going on during the month but I didn't do very much of it myself - just couldn't bring myself to write anything. I did a lot of reading though. There were some who posted every day - kudos to them! I hope they take a much needed rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December always gets me thinking about this lovely lady to the left. She's my grandmother and this was taken in 1938. Her name was Anadelia and her birthday is coming up on the 11th. She died in '03 and I still miss her terribly. Over the years she told me lots of stories about growing up in Puerto Rico but the saddest was hearing about her being orphaned at a very young age and moving from house to house as different people took care of her - some family, some not. As you can imagine family became very important to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my teen years we lived far apart - me on the east coast, Grandma on the west coast. When I was pregnant with my firstborn - the one lost to adoption, she knew nothing about it. At the time, us "unwed mothers" were instructed to keep this secret. It's easier to keep a secret when you're 3000 miles from someone but I was very close to her so it was hard to keep something like this from her. Years later, after I had gotten married, she moved east to be near us. One day I was hanging out with her in the kitchen and she asked if I was going to have any more children. At this point I had my son and youngest daughter. I told her no, we're not having any more. She then told me about her dream. She said.... "I just don't understand it. Years ago I had a dream that you had 3 children, 2 girls and a boy. The boy has dark hair, one of the girls has dark hair and the other girl has lighter hair - it has some red in it". Now normally that would be when I'd get chills and think holy shit - how did she know, but this was Grandma - she just knew things. It was time to fess up and tell her the story. I knew that was the moment; it was time to tell her about my oldest daughter (whose father is a redhead btw).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, many tears were shed. It was hard to tell her but once it was done the relief was immense. She told me that if she had known, she would have flown me to CA and helped me raise her. That was one of those "what if" moments but I can't dwell on that - it hurts too much. For years after that day we'd talk about finding my daughter. She'd tell me that all she wanted before she died was to meet my baby. Well, the timing couldn't have been more perfect. I found Liz, we reunited and just a few weeks before Grandma was gone, Liz was able to fly down and meet her Great Grandmother. I'll never forget the look on Grandma's face as she walked into the room. Liz stood at the edge of the bed in the nursing home, held Grandma's hand and I saw the family together at last. I knew this meant the world to my grandmother and it was amazing for me to see them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TPbmIscG8eI/AAAAAAAAAu0/gXxk-91yu3o/s1600/IMG_1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545873028195742178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TPbmIscG8eI/AAAAAAAAAu0/gXxk-91yu3o/s400/IMG_1100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know now is I want to be the grandmother that my grandmother was to me. She understood family connections. She loved fiercely, she didn't care what the neighbors thought about anything, she protected her own, she was always there with a hug and a smile and a plate of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have four grandchildren now and I can only hope that I can live up to her example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-2866815022813133703?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2866815022813133703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/12/connections.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/2866815022813133703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/2866815022813133703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/12/connections.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TPbmZMRXjEI/AAAAAAAAAvE/3fOzpXjtFQ0/s72-c/grandmas%2Bwedding%2Bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-2635710792725347237</id><published>2010-11-24T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T12:45:34.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TO1qpucbO2I/AAAAAAAAAuk/L7nWSym-NTA/s1600/IMG_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543203981437385570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TO1qpucbO2I/AAAAAAAAAuk/L7nWSym-NTA/s400/IMG_0567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is another one of my pieces, it's colored pencil on illustration board. I put this one up today because the leaf reminded me of a heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today my heart is full. I've been struggling lately with a lot of stuff - creative blocks, stress stemming from the lovely health insurance industry, the economy, our *&amp;amp;^%$ car and dryer, but as I'm getting ready to bake the pumpkin roll for my contribution to tomorrow's Thanksgiving dinner, I'm also thinking about what's happened this year and I'm grateful for so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As of this month, I'm one year past the cancer! I'm above ground and that's truly a wonderful thing. Five months ago my son's daughter was born - an amazing little person! Maxine has all of us wrapped around those 10 little fingers. My kids are healthy and happy and what more could a mom ask for. My oldest is back in my life for 8 years now (yes, that's a correction from the last post - no, apparently I can't count). My husband is still putting up with me :) I have the best BFF in the world in Kelli. I also have a great group of art students. I had a class with them this morning and they are so kind, loving, funny and talented. They make class time a real joy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally.... this year I've met a great bunch of ladies. Robin, Celeste, Hanne, Lorraine, Jane, Cedar, Claudia, Lori, Linda, Jeni, Stephanie, 2 Karens, Beth and there's lots more. These are natural mothers and adoptees, they're wonderful women who have taught me so much about not only the adoption industry but myself too. Although I've only had the pleasure of meeting one of them face to face, I'm stronger because of them. I've been able to start speaking out because of them. I no longer feel so alone with this. I spent decades not having anyone who could really relate to what I had been through and now there are people who understand, who get it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, thank you and have a wonderful Thanksgiving everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-2635710792725347237?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2635710792725347237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/2635710792725347237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/2635710792725347237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TO1qpucbO2I/AAAAAAAAAuk/L7nWSym-NTA/s72-c/IMG_0567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-6238249234511194874</id><published>2010-11-14T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T05:43:56.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption agency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open records'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family reunion'/><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TN88CMBrnwI/AAAAAAAAAuc/SIDNab4wAf8/s1600/family%2Breunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539212074974682882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TN88CMBrnwI/AAAAAAAAAuc/SIDNab4wAf8/s400/family%2Breunion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family Reunion, Frederic Bazille, 1867, oil on canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This looks like the idyllic reunion day. How nice to gather with family and celebrate that connection with each other. That's what a family reunion is - celebrating that we have connections. Unfortunately, for adoptees and their original families, those celebrations are few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, November 14 is the day I received "the call". It was the day I found out that my daughter had been found and she wanted to have contact with me. That was 9 years ago today. So, as you can see, November has quite the significance for me. It's not only National Adoption Awareness Month (grrrrrrr.... I hate the way it's used by so many in the industry to promote infant adoption) but it's also the month when I got my daughter back. It's the month of my first grandson's birthday too. Yesterday was J's 13 birthday. He turned 13 on the 13th. It was his golden birthday. I wasn't there when my daughter was pregnant with him, I wasn't there when he was born, I wasn't there during his first years. That makes me sad. Now that I'm watching my son's baby girl grow it really drives the point home that I missed out when my daughter was having her children. She has 3 boys. I wasn't there for the births of the first two. We didn't know each other then. I missed out on seeing my daughter become a mother. This is just another item on the long list of what adoption does to families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my Facebook friends posted &lt;a href="http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9506E5DA1431F93AA15752C1A9639C8B63"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; and it made me think about my grandchildren. So many people don't realize how much the rest of the family is affected when an adoptee doesn't know who they came from. That could have been my grandson, it could have been any adoptee's family. I've heard people say that records shouldn't be opened because an adoptee is just curious. What about life and death? Is that a good enough reason? Why should anyone have to jump through legal hoops to get their own information in order to save their child's life? Besides, what's wrong with being curious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That day 9 years ago was one of the happiest days of my life - to find out that my daughter wanted to know me, that she was willing to be found. To all the legislators out there who hide behind the skirts of mothers like me - open the records! I was not promised anonymity, I didn't want anonymity, I wanted my daughter. Give people their family reunion. They have the right to know who they were before adoption. It's not your life, it's theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 9th reunion anniversary Liz, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-6238249234511194874?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6238249234511194874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/11/family-reunion.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6238249234511194874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6238249234511194874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/11/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TN88CMBrnwI/AAAAAAAAAuc/SIDNab4wAf8/s72-c/family%2Breunion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-8227254037728846152</id><published>2010-11-07T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:30:41.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible verse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>It's a miracle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TNiHuA_UOLI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yH6Qtq8rKrE/s1600/the-miracle-of-newborn-child-3817-mid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537324966461323442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TNiHuA_UOLI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yH6Qtq8rKrE/s400/the-miracle-of-newborn-child-3817-mid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miracle of Newborn Child, Titian, 1511 Fresco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this phrase a lot.... "the miracle of adoption". When did the man-made notion of adoption become a miracle? The religious like to put God into the equation to make it seem as if adoption is a sacred thing. How convenient to use a person's faith to convince them that adoption is part of the divine order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a definition of the word miracle I found online. &lt;em&gt;"A miracle is an unexpected event attributed to divine intervention. Sometimes an event is also attributed (in part) to a miracle worker, saint, or religious leader.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A miracle is sometimes thought of as a perceptible interruption of the laws of nature.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Others suggest that God may work with the laws of nature to perform what people perceive as miracles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, adoption is not an unexpected event and the only ones intervening are humans. Look at the line I put in bold - ....a perceptible interruption of the laws of nature. Now that makes sense. Adoption certainly IS an interruption of the laws of nature. Natural law creates a bond between mother and child that is sacred. This is the miracle to me. This is what people have lost sight of. This sacredness has been sacrificed for the almighty dollar. The "almighty" didn't create adoption. The adoption industry calls taking a newborn infant from his or her mother and giving him to a couple who are strangers a miracle. I see adopters writing all the time about God bringing a child to them, that it was meant to be. If all is created by God then why was that child created in the womb of the other woman? Was that woman not meant to be the child's mother? She is then told by people who like playing god that she isn't good enough to raise her own baby. It's not too difficult to believe that if you've been raised to believe that you're a sinner to begin with. Maybe for some, the brainwashing started long before the pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be more of a miracle than feeling your child move within you, feeling the kick of a baby as she grows? Being connected to that life on a cellular level, being one with that person for all those months is the closest connection any two human beings can have on this planet. That is the miracle! Seeing that child's face for the first time and knowing who she is, is the miracle. That experience was denied me when my daughter was born. I was physically connected to another human yet seeing her and touching her was denied me and she was denied knowing me. That's not a miracle, it's a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture is thrown around to justify the idea of adoption like these verses on an adoption site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 10:18 &lt;em&gt;He defends the cause of the fatherless and the widow, and loves the alien, giving him food and clothing&lt;/em&gt;. Giving him food and clothing means just that - food and clothing. It does not translate into giving him new parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 1:17 &lt;em&gt;Learn to do right! Seek justice, encourage the oppressed. Defend the cause of the fatherless, plead the case of the widow. &lt;/em&gt;What is the cause of the fatherless? To be cared for and loved by their own tribe. If not the mother or father directly then another from their family. That would be seeking justice for the child. Working to keep the sacred connection between mother and child unbroken is seeking justice. Helping the mother IS helping the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are using God to justify taking a child from a mother. If this so-called miracle is meant to be then does that mean God meant for the child to suffer the loss of her family and the family to suffer the loss of their child? How does this jive with the being who is supposed to be all-knowing and loving? When people pray for God to bring them a baby they are praying for something &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; want; they're asking to have their own needs satisfied. They are not praying for what's best for the child because what's best for a baby is her own mother. If their prayer is answered that means they got what they wanted and what they wanted translates into pain and loss, a sacred bond being broken. When you break it down it just means they're praying for someone else to lose so they can win. In adoption that means many people lose, not just the mother and child. An entire family is damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I prefer this verse - Exodus 20:1-17 &lt;em&gt;You shall not covet your neighbor's house; you shall not covet your neighbor's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbor's. &lt;/em&gt;That includes their children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-8227254037728846152?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8227254037728846152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-miracle.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/8227254037728846152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/8227254037728846152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-miracle.html' title='It&apos;s a miracle!'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TNiHuA_UOLI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yH6Qtq8rKrE/s72-c/the-miracle-of-newborn-child-3817-mid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-6322851252244809663</id><published>2010-11-02T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:04:05.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>What's it all about?</title><content type='html'>Adoption Week started in November of 1976 and became National Adoption Awareness Month in a proclamation by President Clinton in 1995. Here it is 15 years later and I'm wondering ~what is this month about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bgdailynews.com/articles/2010/10/25/the_amplifier/community/doc4cc1dc8d05622685501319.txt"&gt;Here's an example&lt;/a&gt; of what should be done with National Adoption Awareness Month. Not once does the article mention the "loving option" of adoption for an unplanned pregnancy. The writer is focused on children who are currently waiting in the foster care system because their parents rights have already been terminated. They're not trying to convince teenagers that they're not capable of raising their children so they can "give" them to couples willing to pay the price. They are focused on children who truly need homes. Good for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a search for the specific phrase National Adoption Awareness Month and one of the first sites to come up was &lt;a href="http://www.nationaladoptionawarenessmonth.com/"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;. They apparently own this name for their website so let's take a look at what they have to say about November and adoption. The first thing they want you to do is celebrate! Let's celebrate adoption even though it starts with a tragedy, hmm...... Then they tell you how. This is what you can do - support Lifetime Adoption Foundations, a non-profit charity that offers grants to help people adopt. They offer $1500 - $4300 per adoption. They also &lt;em&gt;"...proudly offer educational scholarships in deep appreciation to birthmothers who have chosen adoption for their children. They have enabled others to experience the joy of becoming parents...."&lt;/em&gt; So, this is another group offering girls help with an education IF they give up their babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another suggestion they have for celebrating is to get some books about adoption out there where the public can see them. They want you to contact your libraries to make sure that books like this are available - Adoptingonline.com. The plug for this one says - &lt;em&gt;"It contains the road map, the advice, the resources, and the working knowledge you need to find the baby of your dreams"&lt;/em&gt; Is it just me or does this sound like she's selling a car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman behind these sites (and the author of the book mentioned above) is Mardie Caldwell. She is an adoptive mother, adoption facilitator and owner of Lifeline Adoption Center LLC. Here's her opening paragraph from the "our wings" page on the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Adoption Became My Life's Work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I remember when we decided to adopt. My personality was and is "I've made the decision so let's do it - NOW!" In my life if I wanted something, I could pick up the phone and call in an order, sign a check or ask my secretary to have it on my desk by noon. So here I sit with this overwhelming desire to be a mother and all this love to share with a child asking, "How do I complete this 'task' of parenthood by my deadline?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That paragraph not only speaks volumes but turns my stomach and the more I delve into this site and the affiliated sites, the more disgusted I become. I also found a calendar for the month, giving ideas for daily activities dedicated to promoting adoption. Here's a sample of what they'd like us to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ask high school principals if adoption is shared with students facing unplanned pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Call woman's rights groups and encourage them to include the message of adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ask clergy to include message of adoption for unplanned pregnancy into a service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Call TV stations and radio stations to encourage them to feature the message of adoption as a pregnancy option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Share adoption with your employer and ask them to add adoption benefits to encourage adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this company getting out of all the National Adoption Awareness Month hype, the hype they're helping to create? Are they working toward finding homes for children that are currently in foster care, the ones who really, really need help? Or... are they focused on newborn adoption and the &lt;strong&gt;$ &lt;/strong&gt;those adoptions bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-6322851252244809663?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6322851252244809663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-it-all-about.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6322851252244809663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6322851252244809663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-it-all-about.html' title='What&apos;s it all about?'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-4719658161759553441</id><published>2010-10-31T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T12:14:24.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>Being aware</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow begins November, Adoption Awareness month. I've been well aware of adoption for 31 years now. It hasn't been a good thing and it's not a good thing for many millions of mothers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adoptees&lt;/span&gt;. This November I hope more people become aware of what's wrong with adoption. I want to share an &lt;a href="http://mantlethought.org/content/are-you-aware"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; with you that I first saw on &lt;a href="http://www.peachneitherherenorthere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peach's blog&lt;/a&gt;. When you go to her blog be sure to catch the videos she has posted there. They're worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should have a Family Preservation Awareness month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-4719658161759553441?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4719658161759553441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/10/being-aware.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/4719658161759553441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/4719658161759553441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/10/being-aware.html' title='Being aware'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-4227665244914776116</id><published>2010-10-26T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T05:14:34.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption agency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptive parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entitlement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>Just thinking, it's my blog - I'm entitled.</title><content type='html'>We talk a lot about the PAP's and the sense of entitlement to other people's babies that some of them have. They're the ones who drive the demand for infant adoption. In my last post I talked about what adoptees are entitled to. Lately, I've been thinking about mothers and their entitlement. Well, of course they're entitled to raise their own children. That &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; go without saying. Unfortunately, it seems we do have to remind people of that fact. What's even sadder to me is it seems like we need to remind mothers of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls and young women are being convinced to let their children go. You know the coercive tactics that are used against them - language, pre-birth matching, etc.... but I wonder sometimes about the ones who absolutely insist that they're handing their babies over to other people to raise because they're just not ready to parent right now. They claim loudly that they have no regrets and how dare anyone suggest otherwise. Is not being quite ready a good enough reason? How are their children going to feel about that when they find out why they were left behind by their mother? Have any of them thought about that? This is once again, more proof that the adoption industry is not about children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when a mother says she's "not ready to parent"(I see this line all the time) what is it she's going to do instead of love and care for her baby - go to school? get a different job or work on the career? take time to play and be young? Well yeah, that all sounds good. Then when she's done getting the degree (the one she got with the scholarship given to her in exchange for her baby) she's left standing there with a diploma framed nicely on the wall and empty arms. Will she think it's worth it then? I have a hard time comprehending anyone who can be comfortable trading their child for a degree. Maybe down the road she'll wake up and realize what she's done. Of course then it's too late, the damage is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember hearing that it would be selfish to keep my baby, that she would be much better off with other people. This is the line still being used but when I hear women say "I'm not ready to parent", who's needs are they talking about here? They're not talking about the needs of their child. They're talking about what they are ready to do or not ready to do. They're still talking about their own needs, not what's good for that child, which is to be with their own natural family. Oh, they say they're doing it for the sake of the child but then say.... "&lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; not ready". There was a time when women got pregnant they spent those months &lt;em&gt;getting&lt;/em&gt; ready - physically, emotionally, mentally, financially, whatever she needed to do she did it. Once a baby is born you learn how to deal with motherhood one day at a time. Everyone is nervous about being a parent. It comes with the territory but you learn. There's a part of me that feels so sad for these mothers and knows that they've been worked over by the industry and when they do wake up years down the road, what they've done is going to hit them like a ton of bricks. Then there's the part of me that just wants to shake them and tell them to quit being so damned self-absorbed. Grow up and deal. Think about what this is going to do to your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the industry telling PAP's that they have the right to a child - someone else's child. They encourage that sense of entitlement. Then they're telling the young pregnant woman that she has the right to her freedom unencumbered by the hassle of child rearing. They encourage that sense of entitlement by reminding her of how hard it's going to be, how much she'll struggle and they'll conveniently leave out the info about the resources available to help her keep her child. And.... there sits the agency in the middle feeling very entitled to the cash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-4227665244914776116?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4227665244914776116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-thinking-its-my-blog-im-entitled.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/4227665244914776116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/4227665244914776116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-thinking-its-my-blog-im-entitled.html' title='Just thinking, it&apos;s my blog - I&apos;m entitled.'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-4385227423382620821</id><published>2010-10-22T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T13:52:55.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth certificate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptive parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant adoption'/><title type='text'>Missing Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TMHmxMNcBVI/AAAAAAAAAsM/WhEvIn1HVP4/s1600/secrets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530955550153246034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TMHmxMNcBVI/AAAAAAAAAsM/WhEvIn1HVP4/s400/secrets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've  heard people say recently that they didn't understand why adoptees have a need to find their original family. "They have a family, why do they need to know about the other one?" I don't understand what they don't understand about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look a lot like my mother - and I mean a lot. I've had total strangers come up to me and ask if I'm related to Jo because I'm wearing her face. There was never any question where I got my curly hair from. My youngest daughter knows she has my eyes and my grandmother's nose. My son has my eyes and his father's mouth. These are things we take for granted. There's other beings in the world who when we look at them we see a piece of ourselves looking back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I talked to my oldest daughter - the one I found - about this issue she said that she always felt like she had a family, she loves them and they love her too but she felt she wasn't really them. There was always a piece of her missing. This is what the rest of the world, the people who don't live in that skin, don't get. Although I haven't lived her experience I can certainly understand the part about the missing piece. There's absolutely nothing unusual about her experience from what I've read. Adoptees all over the world feel the same way no matter how loving a home they ended up in. They're not only missing a piece of themselves but if they never find their natural family then they never know the true nature of who they are. Physical appearance characteristics aren't the only thing that gets passed down through generations. Seeing my oldest child with her siblings for the first time was proof enough of that. Watching the 2 girls using the same gestures, sitting in matching positions, using their voices the same way, seeing the connection between all of them that was practically instantaneous told me that the biology of family is huge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, of course, you have the medical issues. Every time an adoptee goes to the doctor and has to fill out a form for medical history - what do they write down? My daughter didn't know that her grandmother had breast cancer. If I hadn't found her she wouldn't have known that I had endometrial cancer or that there's a history of heart problems in the family. Everyone else has this knowledge to help them and their doctors figure out how to heal them or just keep them healthy. Everyone else knows if there's a genetic predisposition to certain diseases and from there can decide whether or not to have children of their own. They know what they might have a chance of passing down to their offspring. Why can't adoptees have this information too? Even the basic paperwork of who they are in the eyes of the state they live in is hidden from adoptees. No original birth certificates for them - only the fake ones. It's just too much. It's too much that they're missing. It's not fair to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From my place in the picture I saw what I was missing and it was agony. It was the only thing I could focus on because the pain was so big. Since it's been almost 9 years since finding my daughter I've been able to learn more about what she's been missing by listening to her and reading what other adoptees have written. As mothers we want what's best for our children. If adoption is going to be about the children (notice I said "going to be" since it's really about $ at this point and I can hope can't I?) then I think natural mothers owe it to their children to meet them, give them not only the medical history they need but also the answers they need no matter what the questions are. I don't care who searches for who, the adoptees deserve answers. Our kids didn't sign up for this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was ready to start on the next painting in the series I remembered that I had some of my daughter's pictures from her childhood. The photo I used for a reference really struck me because of the large empty space behind her and that's when it hit me to leave her face an empty space also. For our kids there's too many missing pieces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-4385227423382620821?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4385227423382620821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/10/missing-pieces.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/4385227423382620821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/4385227423382620821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/10/missing-pieces.html' title='Missing Pieces'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TMHmxMNcBVI/AAAAAAAAAsM/WhEvIn1HVP4/s72-c/secrets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-4640934211683949914</id><published>2010-10-20T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T09:06:53.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ann Fessler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Anger and adoption</title><content type='html'>Today Tyler Perry said something on the Oprah show that I could relate to. ~ "Anger is good, bitterness is not". He was talking about dealing with the abuse he suffered as a child and using the anger about that for a positive change. This was such a timely interview for me to watch because this also applies to us in adoption world. There are people who call us bitter and mean when all we're doing is speaking our own truth. I think they do that because they don't want to see what they're doing, what their role is in this world of adoption. It's easier to throw the blame somewhere else than look in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are people who worry about us because they worry that our anger will turn to bitterness. They're afraid that because we deal with hard issues and people who throw blame our way we'll lose our smiles and get swallowed up by the pain. I think for me it'll be the people who care about me who will help me keep my anger from becoming bitterness. It's scary to talk about this stuff. It's hard to write these things and put them out there for anyone to read but all I'm trying to do is point out the truths of the past and the truths of what's happening now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out of the adoption closet has been a relief. I can't speak for other mothers but I know that for me, painting the paintings, writing the blog posts, commenting and writing letters is something I do for me and hopefully a side benefit will be helping to change things for the better. It's hard to talk about my experiences and relive it each time I do but there's a certain freedom to it. Once it's done and out there it's very freeing. I have no idea if anything I do, paint or say is going to make any difference but it helps me to know that if I'm at least trying then the crap I went through wasn't in vain. If I thought that it was then I think it would be too easy for the anger to become bitterness and that wouldn't be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     *****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to add something to this post. I was flipping through Ann Fessler's book &lt;em&gt;The Girls Who Went Away&lt;/em&gt; and I found a paragraph that I had highlighted when I first read it. This is on page 301.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I feel lucky. I feel lucky because I know my daughter is out there and she's fine, and healthy, and productive, and beautiful. I feel lucky that she says she loves me. I feel lucky that my children love me and understand what happened. I feel lucky that I survived cancer. And I feel lucky that I now have a voice. I didn't for so long, but you're not going to shut me up now. Keeping things inside kills you. You rot from the inside out. I did a great job of punishing myself for thirty-two years. But you just have to set yourself free, and that's what talking about it does." &lt;/em&gt;~ Ruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed when I read that.... I could've written that paragraph myself. Thank you Ruth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-4640934211683949914?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/4640934211683949914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/10/anger-and-adoption.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/4640934211683949914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/4640934211683949914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/10/anger-and-adoption.html' title='Anger and adoption'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-7504713823218607298</id><published>2010-10-10T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:47:30.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magdalen Laundries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catholic church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ireland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen Fry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morality'/><title type='text'>Reflect Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TLIxuCA1aLI/AAAAAAAAAsE/S-nvD7ryYLc/s1600/Reflect+Here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526534359621134514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TLIxuCA1aLI/AAAAAAAAAsE/S-nvD7ryYLc/s400/Reflect+Here.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To the women who worked in the Magdalen Laundry Institutions and to the children born to some of the members of those communities ~ reflect here upon their lives"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above paragraph is taken from a plaque that's mounted at a convent in Ireland. Many of you know of the &lt;a href="http://www.netreach.net/~steed/magdalen.html"&gt;Magdalen laundries&lt;/a&gt; but unfortunately too many people have no idea these places existed. For the estimated 30,000 women and children who passed through those convents in the 150 year history of the laundries, their stories should be told.... and told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked in my studio all weekend and I think I've finally finished this piece. It's in memory of the Magdalens. As you know I'm working on a series of paintings about adoption and in the course of my research I learned about the laundries. When I learned of this the first thing that came to mind was -it's just a matter of geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simply a matter of geography that I didn't end up in one of those laundries. I was raised Catholic. So were these girls in Ireland. I was pregnant without being married. So were the girls in Ireland. The last of these laundries didn't close until 1996, my daughter was born in 1980. The girls who were there because they were pregnant had their children taken from them at birth. The same happened to me. What the geography did save me from is the physical abuse - the long hours of servitude and the beatings. For that I'm thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that long ago that women and children were being treated as slaves, and in some countries, it's still happening. Why were they treated this way? For the simple reason that they were human, they were female and they were not allowed to experience that which is perfectly natural. If she did, and if she carried the evidence of her actions for all to see, she must be hidden and punished. Some became prisoners because they were deemed too pretty - how dare they, they might attract the attention of some poor boy who can't be trusted to control his urges. We must save him from himself by punishing the girls. Some were forced to work as servants because they were raped. Again, where was the boy's responsibility in this. It was all her fault so she was to be locked up until she was purified of her sin, or until a male relative came to get her released. For some, the day of their release never came. They lived their entire lives there in the convents and there they died. They lived their lives being abused by the very people who proclaimed to live for God's love and were supposed to be expressing God's love. I included the image of a pope's mitre in the painting because as the leader of the Roman Catholic Church he is the head of state of Vatican City and as such the crimes of the Magdalen Laundries are on his head and the heads of the popes before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I was on my way home from the store, I passed a church sign that said "Flee from sexual immorality". Flee? I found that kind of humorous. Are we to run screaming in the opposite direction? And what exactly are we to flee from, who's definition of sexual immorality? Who gets to decide what is moral behavior and what isn't? We are sexual beings, it's just a fact of biology. We express our love for each other in a physical way. Can't we decide for ourselves what is sexually healthy? Can't we base those decisions on our own judgements and not take the word of another human who may or may not have their own hang ups about it? I think our inner compass is perfectly capable of figuring out what's right and wrong without blindly following the dogma set down by the men of centuries past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may be familiar with Stephen Fry, the actor and comedian. Last year he spoke eloquently at a debate about whether or not the Catholic Church was a force for good in the world. In part of his &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BH0safHyhPo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;talk&lt;/a&gt; he was referencing the church's teachings on homosexuality, AIDS and the use of condoms but I thought what he said was also relevant here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's the strange thing about this church, it's obsessed with sex, absolutely obsessed. They will say we with our permissive society and rude jokes are obsessed. No, we have a healthy attitude. We like it, it's fun, it's jolly. Because it's a primary impulse it can be dangerous and dark and difficult. It's a bit like food in that respect only even more exciting. The only people who are obsessed with food are anorexics and the morbidly obese and that in erotic terms is the Catholic Church in a nutshell."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The tragedy of the laundries is a result of a cruel society and a harsh, judgemental church. When will people move beyond this? When will churches stop shaming people for simply being human?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-7504713823218607298?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7504713823218607298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/10/reflect-here.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7504713823218607298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7504713823218607298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/10/reflect-here.html' title='Reflect Here'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TLIxuCA1aLI/AAAAAAAAAsE/S-nvD7ryYLc/s72-c/Reflect+Here.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-8207074942973000412</id><published>2010-10-04T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:06:04.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption agency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant adoption'/><title type='text'>Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TKrr2sNMrrI/AAAAAAAAArc/TdGFwwi1KuE/s1600/self+portrait+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524487217735315122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TKrr2sNMrrI/AAAAAAAAArc/TdGFwwi1KuE/s400/self+portrait+copy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted a self-portrait a few years ago. For those of you who get involved in creative endeavors you understand this feeling. You go into the studio, or sit at the computer and in a flash the entire day is gone. That was the day I painted this. I started it in the early morning and didn't come out of the room until it was done later that evening. I don't even think I ate anything that day (I should paint that way more often).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was done post-reunion and in a way it was about a reunification of my fractured self. When you lose a child a piece of you is missing. You go on with your day to day activities, you laugh and love and you raise your other children but there she is. She's always there, in the hair color of a little girl you see in the grocery store or the eyes of a child you see at a party and you wonder..... could she be? How can I find out her birthday? How can I find out if she's adopted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned in my earlier post about looking back and not recognizing the letters I had written - the self-preservation mode - living life with adoption is like that. One part is living a life that's happy while the other part is always on the look out, always searching and longing. This portrait was not only about the experience of a mother but about the pieces of a life finally coming back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading some articles and blogs I see this quite a bit.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adoptees&lt;/span&gt; need to quit whining, adoption is a miracle, mothers need to get a life and stop being hateful and bitter, everybody needs to just shut up and be grateful for the generosity of the adopters. In fact, here's a real gem of an &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1316384/Is-using-Facebook-trace-birth-parents-human-right.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; that puts all these attitudes together in one place. The writer of this...... thing.... obviously has no clue about what really happens in adoption. She just sees one tiny piece and comes to the most ridiculous conclusions. Unfortunately this happens a lot, people only see one little segment of the picture so let's look at some more pieces of adoption world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very, very short list of adoption agencies - some big, some small. If you look through these you'll see the machine in action. These are the people who make the money, the ones who use vacation packages and college scholarships to entice young, vulnerable, pregnant women through their so-called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;birthmother&lt;/span&gt;" outreach, one of these spends millions a year on advertising to mothers. These are the people who use counselors to advise mothers - counselors who are paid by the adopters through the agency who stands to make the money. Can you guess what they're advising them? Questionable ethics here? These are the people who claim they can get a baby in 4 months because they are results driven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adoptionnetwork.com/adoptiveparents/domestic-adoption.shtml?h_ap_t"&gt;http://www.adoptionnetwork.com/adoptiveparents/domestic-adoption.shtml?h_ap_t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adoptionsfirst.com/BirthMothersSite/index.php"&gt;http://www.adoptionsfirst.com/BirthMothersSite/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adoptionshepherdcare.com/pregnant.html"&gt;http://adoptionshepherdcare.com/pregnant.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.littleangeladoptions.com/"&gt;http://www.littleangeladoptions.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abondoflove.org/Birth_Parents_Who_Chooses_Adoption_and_Why.html"&gt;http://www.abondoflove.org/Birth_Parents_Who_Chooses_Adoption_and_Why.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifelineadoption.org/pregnant/not-consider-adoption/"&gt;http://lifelineadoption.org/pregnant/not-consider-adoption/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://impregnant.bethany.org/index.php/adoption/adoptionmyths"&gt;http://impregnant.bethany.org/index.php/adoption/adoptionmyths&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the tools the agencies use. They teach the hopeful couple how to advertise. There are now businesses popping up that help with the marketing to the mothers. If the couple doesn't have that artistic flair these folks can make their brochure stand out among the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.littleblessingsadoption.com/"&gt;http://www.littleblessingsadoption.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foreverfamilydesigns.com/main.php#about%20us/"&gt;http://www.foreverfamilydesigns.com/main.php#about%20us/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourchosenchild.com/"&gt;http://www.ourchosenchild.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is big business so there are now lots of ways to finance buying a baby. Grants and credit cards are available and the government now gives a tax credit of 12,000.00+ to couples adopting a baby. It's amazing how willing everyone is to help adopters get a baby but when a mother needs help to keep and raise her baby it's frowned upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nafadopt.org/faq/faq.shtml"&gt;http://www.nafadopt.org/faq/faq.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneworldadoptions.org/financing.html"&gt;http://www.oneworldadoptions.org/financing.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adoptionfinancinginformation.com/grants.html"&gt;http://www.adoptionfinancinginformation.com/grants.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have the very many reunion registries that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adoptees&lt;/span&gt; and mothers are pouring over for years, hoping and praying that they can find the part of them that's missing. The powers that be don't think that adults should be able to have their own personal histories. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Adoptees&lt;/span&gt; are not "allowed" to have their original birth certificates. They're treated as if they're still children and can't be trusted to handle their own relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adopting.org/adoptions/free-national-world-adoption-reunion-registries.html"&gt;http://www.adopting.org/adoptions/free-national-world-adoption-reunion-registries.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationaladoptionregistry.com/"&gt;http://www.nationaladoptionregistry.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isrr.net/"&gt;http://www.isrr.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you put the pieces together, adoption doesn't paint a very pretty picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-8207074942973000412?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/8207074942973000412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/10/pieces.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/8207074942973000412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/8207074942973000412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/10/pieces.html' title='Pieces'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TKrr2sNMrrI/AAAAAAAAArc/TdGFwwi1KuE/s72-c/self+portrait+copy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-6154695261752444897</id><published>2010-09-26T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:09:53.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dissociation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>One Life, Two Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TJ_NUGUFrHI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ps14AbWFFgo/s1600/IMG_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521357413355465842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TJ_NUGUFrHI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ps14AbWFFgo/s400/IMG_0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just recently my friend &lt;a href="http://www.motherhooddeleted.blogspot.com/2010/09/duck-incoming-bitter-bombs.html"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Robin at Motherhood Deleted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mentioned dissociative disorder on her blog. I was thinking about that same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the &lt;a href="http://www.nami.org/Content/ContentGroups/Helpline1/Dissociative_Disorders.htm"&gt;National Alliance on Mental Illness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dissociative disorders are so-called because they are marked by a dissociation from or interruption of a person's fundamental aspects of waking consciousness (such as one's personal identity, one's personal history, etc.). Dissociative disorders come in many forms, the most famous of which is dissociative identity disorder (formerly known as multiple personality disorder). &lt;strong&gt;All of the dissociative disorders are thought to stem from trauma experienced by the individual with this disorder. The dissociative aspect is thought to be a coping mechanism -- the person literally dissociates himself from a situation or experience too traumatic to integrate with his conscious self.&lt;/strong&gt; Symptoms of these disorders, or even one or more of the disorders themselves, are also seen in a number of other mental illnesses, including post-traumatic stress disorder, panic disorder, and obsessive compulsive disorder."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the maternity home I wrote letters home to my folks. I have those letters now. My mother saved them and gave them back to me just last year. What an odd feeling. When I read them it was like I was reading the letters of a stranger. I didn't recognize the handwriting, I didn't recognize the words on the page, I didn't know the person who wrote them. It was like I was another person altogether. It was also interesting to me to note that on papers that I had written on previous to going to the home and after the adoption, my handwriting was completely different. In those letters I was telling my family what they wanted to hear. They wanted to hear that I was okay. They wanted to know that I was handling things. They were the only people in my life who actually knew where I was and why I was there. I didn't have anywhere else to go afterwards but back to them so they were my safety net. I had to keep them in my world and on my side, where else would I go if not back to them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the years when I looked back to the girl I was at that time and the situation I was in, I know intellectually that I did the only thing I could do but there still remained the thought that I beat myself up with - the thought that I was 19 when I got pregnant and 20 when she was born and why couldn't I stand up to everyone around me and say - stuff it.... I'm keeping my baby! Why wasn't I strong enough? Do other mothers have this residue of guilt hanging around like some guest who's overstayed their welcome by about 20 or 30 years? Now as a middle aged adult (ok, slightly passed middle age) I know that going down the road of shoulda/woulda/coulda does nothing but hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back now is like looking back on two people - the girl I was inside who was scared, sad and out of options and the girl who was working to make it to the other side. It was like I had divided myself in two in order to protect myself. It was a defense mechanism for my psyche. I was in survival mode. Understanding this and knowing that I did what I had to to survive helped me realize that I could let go of any last feeling of guilt that was hanging around. I could allow that I was young, naive and believed what I was told. Under those circumstances I did the best that I could with the experience that I had. It's easy for so many of us to look to the past and say... well, I would've done this or that. It's &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; easy for other people to tell us what we should have done. I've learned so much over the years about not only myself and how to heal from the damage done, but also about the adoption industry and the damage it does. The &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; of now needs to let the &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;of then off the hook. Does that make any sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind is a fascinating thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-6154695261752444897?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6154695261752444897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-life-two-minds.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6154695261752444897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6154695261752444897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-life-two-minds.html' title='One Life, Two Minds'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TJ_NUGUFrHI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ps14AbWFFgo/s72-c/IMG_0935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-6061487295810297165</id><published>2010-09-20T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T07:33:55.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BSE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby scoop era'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>1980? What?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TJfpqGdflAI/AAAAAAAAAqs/7neX0BOdDbo/s1600/Walking+Through+the+Prairie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519136777863926786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TJfpqGdflAI/AAAAAAAAAqs/7neX0BOdDbo/s400/Walking+Through+the+Prairie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TJfo93-n97I/AAAAAAAAAqk/VG-W17rWyFM/s1600/IMG_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are many who are amazed when I tell them that I surrendered my daughter to the adoption machine in 1980. They think that because it was 1980 I surely had a choice in the matter, that it was my decision. WRONG! Some people think - how can that be? The BSE (Baby Scoop Era) was over then. Was it? Really? It was over for a lot of the country but there were many pockets of our fine nation where it wasn't over, not yet. The attitudes of the BSE still prevailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some are amazed because they just don't know what happened to young women during the time of the BSE. They know that girls went away but they didn't really think anything beyond that. What happened to those girls when they went away? They have no idea of the treatment that so many were subjected to. They know that they left. They were told that their friend or neighbor went to take care of an ailing Aunt or they got a job in a different city, that was the story. There were probably some who believed the story and some who whispered behind their hands ...I'll bet she's "in trouble". What they didn't know was that those girls and young women were abused, humiliated, had their rights violated, were isolated and imprisoned, were punished for basically being human. They were kept separated from their babies, not allowed to see or hold their own children, labeled with signs stating BFA - baby for adoption - that told the hospital staff how to treat them. This happened in the 50's, 60's, 70's and yes, the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some folks don't want to believe that this happened in the 80's. That's their prerogative. I know what happened because I lived it. I know that this horrible treatment of women and children was still going on in the 80's because I was there, I experienced it. I've read stories from other mothers who surrendered after I did and they were treated the same way. All those things that I just described above happened to me. I don't say this to gain sympathy. I say this and talk about it because too many people just have no idea what happened. And many, if they do know what happened during the BSE, have no idea that this stuff was still going on into the next decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I don't understand is there are some people out in adoptoland who say yes, there is coercion going on and they would like to see reform happen BUT if you surrendered in the 80's it was your choice, you could have run and taken off with your baby. I just read this on a blog recently. Wait a minute. If there's coercion going on now that means that there are girls being brainwashed and signing surrender papers under duress. If that's the case in 2010 then isn't it possible that that is what happened to girls like me in the 80's? We were coerced as well. So does that mean we had a choice? I didn't have a choice and I'm sure I wasn't the only girl in the whole of the United States who was in that position at that time. The difference is it was actually more abusive back then, and the industry was more open about it. They have new and different techniques now. They've studied us to see what works and what doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just recently I had an email conversation with a woman who works in a pregnancy center. Every time she responded to one of my letters it was as if she never even read them. I got back the usual adoption lingo - you know the words.... adoption is a loving option etc..... She called me closed minded and unfair. She said I couldn't go back decades and try to second guess what happened and that I needed to take responsibility for what happened. It's amusing to me when the pot calls the kettle black. It's insulting to me when someone who has not walked the same path that I did presumes to tell me how I was treated and what I could have done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-6061487295810297165?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6061487295810297165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/1980-what.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6061487295810297165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6061487295810297165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/1980-what.html' title='1980? What?!'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TJfpqGdflAI/AAAAAAAAAqs/7neX0BOdDbo/s72-c/Walking+Through+the+Prairie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-7817891506297204052</id><published>2010-09-18T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:30:07.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthmother'/><title type='text'>From the heart of an adoptee</title><content type='html'>I thought I would share someone else's blog post with you. &lt;a href="http://assemblingself.blogspot.com/2010/09/birth-bonds-severing-of-biology-in.html#comments"&gt;Karen at Assembling Self&lt;/a&gt; writes lovely poetry. I also like what Judge Weatherford had to say. Moms aren't the only ones who feel the loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://assemblingself.blogspot.com/2010/09/birth-bonds-severing-of-biology-in.html"&gt;Birth Bonds - The Severing of Biology in Adoption&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As leaf to tree, as flower to bee, as cloud to sky and rain.&lt;br /&gt;Like foot to toe, and face to nose, and person to a name.&lt;br /&gt;Together these, like fish to sea, forever will belong.&lt;br /&gt;Just as notes an artist wrote, or lyrics to a song.&lt;br /&gt;Like tracks to a train this perpetual chain is what the world is based on.&lt;br /&gt;There are links between each living thing and dusk that turns to dawn.&lt;br /&gt;A stopped hand on the clock, a lost key to a lock, are vital connections gone.&lt;br /&gt;Like pasts left behind, that we need to find, in order to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know what I'm trying to show, the point I'm attempting to make.&lt;br /&gt;Like a child to it's mother, or sister and brother, some bonds aren't meant to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still continually surprises me, after 12 years of involvement in adoption reform and education, that people do not grasp the vastness of having your genetic and biological foundation taken from you when you are adopted.  Only through our eyes, those that can clearly see, can anyone comprehend that the world revolves around family and heredity everyday, and through generations that came before them.  It was said best by the honorable Judge Weatherford to an adoptee upon their petition to open adoption records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The law must be consonant with life.  It cannot and should not ignore broad historical currents of history.  Mankind is possessed of no greater urge than to try to understand the age-old questions:  "Who am I ?", and "Why am I?"   Even now the sands and ashes of the continents are being sifted to find where we made our first steps as man.   Religions of mankind often include ancestor worship in one way or another. For many the future is blind without sight of the past.   Those emotions and anxieties that generate our thirst to know the past are not superficial and whimsical.  They are real and  they are "good cause" under the law of man and God."   -  Hon. Wade Weatherford, S. Carolina Circuit Court Judge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully there are those out there who are recognizing an adoptee's right to their biological background.  I've seen great progress in the last few years.   But, it is far from enough.  Money has and is still playing the largest part in separating children from their parents and extended family.  I was sickened recently in finding an adoption website that claimed to do extensive "birthmother marketing".  Along with the claim "Some of our adoptive parents had babies within as little as four months".  What is next "negotiable down payment", "money back guarantee", or "low monthly payments"???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those in charge of this have no real understanding of the life long devastating effects of closed records adoptions.  Wait, strike some of that, they do but are too caught up in the profits and benefits from the adoption machine and they refuse to listen those harmed by this system.  Why are people who have no true understanding of any aspects of adoption involved with the daily function and perpetuation of it?  They act as sheep blindly being hearded by groups such as NCFA who are wolves...and yes...as you guessed it...in sheep's clothing.  They profit off of our our pain and suffering in the guise of creating "families".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the voices of adoptees be heard.  We are more numerous than you think.  So many are out there feeling lost, alone, and misunderstood seeking and searching, as I was for so many years, who have not found their voices yet.  Until that time we will speak for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-7817891506297204052?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7817891506297204052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-heart-of-adoptee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7817891506297204052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7817891506297204052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/from-heart-of-adoptee.html' title='From the heart of an adoptee'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-482299201088758586</id><published>2010-09-17T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T15:06:55.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptive mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>Moms and Stereotypes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TJPOTODAd1I/AAAAAAAAAqc/V_7IdJXWLyY/s1600/BFA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517980798042535762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TJPOTODAd1I/AAAAAAAAAqc/V_7IdJXWLyY/s400/BFA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This painting to my left is a collage piece done by my dear friend Kelli. Kelli is my closest friend, my co-author on our art instruction book and my teaching partner. She's also an adoptive mother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This piece is a portrait of me. You can see the letters BFA very clearly on my forehead in the painting and the words they represent are running through the background. It's about me and my story as a first mother. You see, Kelli has been my friend for over a dozen years. She knows everything about what happened, she's lived it with me, cried with me and she was sitting there when I got the call from the agency telling me that my daughter was found and wanted to have contact with me. As I sat there listening on the phone and crying with relief she was motioning me with signals - do I get the tissues or do I get the tissues and the champagne?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In adoption world there's a lot of animosity toward adoptive mothers. I understand why. I see the sense of entitlement, the selfishness and the cruelty of many of them. I know that they are the people who create the demand part of supply and demand in the adoption industry. Without the demand of the adopters there wouldn't be the agencies willing and able to exploit young, vulnerable women out of their infants. Now here comes the "but"..... I also know that this is not the story for every single adoptive mother. There are some who "get" us. They understand, as well as they can, what we've been through and support our efforts 110%. There are some, like my daughter's adoptive mother who was there with open arms, making me part of the family from the moment I found them. It really bothers me when mothers like me - mothers of adoption loss - assume that ALL adoptive mothers are responsible for the evils of the adoption industry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's lots of stories out there and not everyone's story is the same. In Kelli's case, she adopted her niece when the girl was 6 1/2 years old. Kelli didn't start out wanting a baby. She and her husband had no intention of having children but when a family member was in trouble, in an abusive situation and needed a permanent home they stepped in and took over. Their niece became their daughter but that little girl always had contact with her first mother. She stayed in her family, she knows where she came from and she's always had contact with all of her original family. Kelli was called Aunt Kelli for a long time. She left it up to her daughter to decide when and if she wanted to call her mom. She eventually did decide to do that but Kelli left it up to her. This was kinship care. This is what I wish would happen more often for kids who are in trouble. In my opinion, my friends saved this girl's life. This is what the industry ought to be about, finding family first who can take care of children that are truly in need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We, as first mothers, don't like the stereotype of the unwed mother as crack addicted slut who can't get her act together long enough to take care of her children. There are a few adoptive mothers out there who don't appreciate and don't deserve the stereotype of the selfish, greedy woman who thinks of no one but herself and her needs. There are also adoptees angry with first mothers and make the assumption that all of us just gave away our children without even looking back. Hogwash. Another assumption made, another roadblock to getting something done and fixing things. There's a lot of anger out there from all sides. I don't know what the answer is. I wish I did. I just think we all need to do a little more listening and a little less assuming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-482299201088758586?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/482299201088758586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/moms-and-stereotypes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/482299201088758586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/482299201088758586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/moms-and-stereotypes.html' title='Moms and Stereotypes'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TJPOTODAd1I/AAAAAAAAAqc/V_7IdJXWLyY/s72-c/BFA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-6852606087000866226</id><published>2010-09-12T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:56:15.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>The Adoption Bullet</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday morning and I'm relaxing, eating breakfast and listening to the quiet in the house. I got on line and read &lt;a href="http://motherhooddeleted.blogspot.com/2010/09/that-night-in-rain.html?spref=fb"&gt;Robin's blog&lt;/a&gt; about the night she last saw her daughter. She wrote about signing the surrender papers and it was like I was transported back to 1980. There I was again, sitting in a room with a large desk, the woman behind the desk with her bobbed grey hair, looking at me with no expression. As I sobbed my way through the signing she said nothing to me, just pushed a box of tissues across the desk. Now here I am, 30 years later and reunited with my daughter, and this scene in my head can still reduce me to the sobbing girl I was then. The pain comes rushing to the surface screaming. It stops at my throat choking me until I let it out and have a meltdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago I wrote a message to a young pregnant woman who wrote on a public page that she just decided to give her baby up for adoption. I felt odd writing to her, a complete stranger. I wasn't sure I was doing the right thing by saying anything to her. I don't know her situation. I don't know if she's being pressured (after her reply to me I think she is). Now after re-living that moment in the adoption agency, remembering once again what it was like to leave the hospital without my daughter, I know I did the right thing by contacting this girl. She's still pregnant. She has no idea what's in store for her if she follows through with this. She needs to know what this will do to her and her child and you know the agencies aren't going to share that info with her. It's up to the moms who have been there before to tell her what she's going to face. It's also up to us to share with her any knowledge we have of resources that can help her if she decides to keep her baby. My guess is that the agencies aren't that forthcoming with that info either. I'm starting to compile a list of websites that might be a help to her. If any of you know of some good sites I can add to the list please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keepyourbaby.com/"&gt;www.keepyourbaby.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singlepregnancy.com/"&gt;www.singlepregnancy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singlemothers.org/"&gt;www.singlemothers.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singlemothersoutreach.org/"&gt;www.singlemothersoutreach.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singlemom.com/"&gt;www.singlemom.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whattoexpect.com/"&gt;www.whattoexpect.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls/women in this situation need to know that there is help out there. It such an overwhelming feeling to be in the position of being pregnant and alone. What an easy target for the agencies and their greed. Every time I hear of another infant adoption all I can think about is that mother sitting in an office or even her hospital room still recovering from the birth, signing that paper and what it's doing to her. I think about that baby crying for his/her mother. I see the posts from the happy, smiling couples who are advertising that they want a baby. I want them to leave that mother alone. I want her to know that there's other options besides the so-called "loving option".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl I contacted may never write to me again. I may never know what she decided but I had to at least give her the information I never got. I had to tell her what I wish someone had told me. I couldn't dodge that bullet but maybe there's a way to keep other moms from getting hit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-6852606087000866226?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6852606087000866226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/adoption-bullet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6852606087000866226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6852606087000866226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/adoption-bullet.html' title='The Adoption Bullet'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-3505453568276460249</id><published>2010-09-08T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:19:59.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption agency'/><title type='text'>Marketing Madness</title><content type='html'>In my recent travels through websites and Facebook pages I've come across more and more stories about folks advertising that they are looking for a child to adopt or agencies that are marketing to the unwed, pregnant mother. When I'm on my own Facebook page I see ads popping up on the sides that are advertising adoption agencies. Simply because I look at pages on this topic it automatically generates these ads. When they appear I can feel my blood pressure rise and my teeth grind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This webpage called &lt;a href=" http://voices.kansascity.com/entries/adoption-process-facebook-and-social-networking/"&gt;midwest voices&lt;/a&gt; has a guest columnist talking about his volunteer work with a Kansas City adoption agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;As a volunteer for a local Kansas City adoption agency, my caseworker supervisor has been training me to assist her as a “child scout”; connecting children with people who wish to adopt. Based upon the family and individual requirements (some are potential single parents), I search upon national websites, like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adoptuskids.org/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AdoptUSKids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; to help connect “forever families” with children seeking homes&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first sentence alone had me twitching - "child scout"???? Doesn't that just say it all? Scouting for babies. Isn't it obvious who the agency is working for? It's all about the PAP's. ......."with children seeking homes." Do you really think that those newborn infants - if they had a voice - would be asking to go home with strangers? Are these babies seeking homes? Who do these babies really want holding them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Presently, given the many State and private databases, I prepare search documents in MSWord, tables that are the result of “screen-scraping” data from the websites; tedious but crucial and much appreciated by adopting people with whom we work. But, what if we had a national “Facebook-like” platform to help fuse all of this information and share it? For the techies out there, yes this begins with a comprehensive “requirements document” to explain what everyone needs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if Facebook donated some of their time, talent, and treasure to this human endeavor?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now they want to get FB to donate their time to help them find babies to sell. Why am I still amazed by this? I'm continually appalled at what people will do but this shouldn't surprise me. Sandy at &lt;a href="http://musing-mother.blogspot.com/2010/09/jesus-wept.html"&gt;Musing Mother&lt;/a&gt; came across another agency trolling on Craigslist. I've even heard of prospective adoptive couples handing out business cards to pregnant women who are not wearing a wedding ring. Just how low will they go? Well, it seems that all I've managed to do in this post is ask questions. Some of the answers are obvious but how low will they go? I hope we've already seen the lowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-3505453568276460249?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3505453568276460249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/marketing-madness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3505453568276460249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3505453568276460249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/marketing-madness.html' title='Marketing Madness'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-6921846219662092253</id><published>2010-09-05T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:13:02.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptive parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoptees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption industry'/><title type='text'>Pain Wars</title><content type='html'>My pain is greater than your pain. I see a lot of this kind of thing going on in the adoption world. I just read another great post from &lt;a href="http://www.declassifiedadoptee.com/2010/09/but-you-dont-know-what-its-like.html"&gt;Declassified Adoptee&lt;/a&gt;  about adoptees supposedly not understanding the pain of infertile couples. Like Amanda said, adoptees live in the real world too and have the same issues that everyone else deals with. The same can be said for us first mothers. Many, many first mothers deal with infertility later on after losing their children. That child they lost to adoption may have been the only child they will ever have. They certainly know what that pain is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand what the pain of wanting a child is like. I lived with that pain for 22 years before I found my daughter. I had 2 more children after the adoption but that doesn't lessen the pain of losing the first one. Children born later are not replacements for the first. They are beings in their own right, separate from the first. The longing for the first one doesn't go away. This is what I want to say to people who say that we, as first mothers, don't understand the pain of yearning for a child. I think people who say such things haven't really thought that through. Unfortunately I know it all too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People on all sides of this issue have a tendency to live in their own little bubble of self-interest. I think we all behave that way at times, not wanting to hear what the other side has to say. We all want validation of what we've been through and there's nothing wrong with that but we also have to listen to other people's stories. Not all adoptive parents are demanding, greedy and filled with a sense of entitlement to other women's babies. Not all first mother's are drug addicted whores that can't be bothered to clean up their act for the sake of their children. Not all adoptees are angry with first mothers. You know that the big business beast known as the adoption industry is just eating it up. It probably loves to see the animosity between the 3 sides of this triangle. We end up playing this game of "I went through worse stuff than you went through" and then end up bickering with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of that? Shouldn't we be focused on the children and what's good for them? While there's all these little battles going on out there in the field, there's the industry and it's  weapons of manipulation taking more and more prisoners. Those of us affected by adoption all have pain in one way or another. In order to make people aware of what the industry does we have to talk about that pain and show them what the tools are that the industry is using. Maybe I'm dreaming, but wouldn't it be nice if instead of bludgeoning each other with our pain and complaining about how we don't understand each other, we could work together and use it to change the source of the pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-6921846219662092253?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6921846219662092253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/pain-wars.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6921846219662092253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6921846219662092253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/pain-wars.html' title='Pain Wars'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-3606252710289860544</id><published>2010-09-03T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:01:35.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant adoption'/><title type='text'>Peddlers of Flesh</title><content type='html'>I came across &lt;a href="http://www.adoptionsfirst.com/BirthMothersSite/birthmotherspackage/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; on Facebook today and just had to post it here. When I told my hubby about it he called them flesh peddlers and he was right! I sure hope there's some other people out there that find this just as offensive as I do. I'm not just talking about first mothers either, it should be offensive to everyone. They make this look like a vacation package. Look! Absolutely free! All for the simple act of giving us your child. Take a look at the photos on the left of the page, there's actually a smiling young mother holding her very pregnant belly with one hand and shopping bags with the other as if to say.... look at me, I'm out shopping and having a good time, yay! All I have to do is give birth and then I can go back to my life without any hassles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the only place that offers packages and deals.  After seeing this I really don't want to hear anymore about the industry no longer being coercive or manipulative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, time to go back to &lt;a href="http://motherhooddeleted.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robin's blog&lt;/a&gt; and know that life CAN be good. Make sure you visit, you've got to see the photo she posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and have a good holiday weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-3606252710289860544?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3606252710289860544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/peddlers-of-flesh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3606252710289860544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3606252710289860544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/peddlers-of-flesh.html' title='Peddlers of Flesh'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-7557105713145358893</id><published>2010-09-03T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T05:46:25.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Tattoo Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TIDpVgXVp9I/AAAAAAAAApk/ZDwJMGCIaAI/s1600/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512662499575834578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TIDpVgXVp9I/AAAAAAAAApk/ZDwJMGCIaAI/s400/IMG_0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought in a million years I would &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; get a tattoo! Not me. Nope. Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as you can see, never say never. After 2 major events in my life in the past 8 years I decided I would do it. The first event was finding my daughter. After I found her I started thinking.... maybe. Then last year was the cancer diagnosis and surgery. I had radiation early this year and now I'm fine. That was event number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I decided to get the tattoo, I thought, I want to be able to see it all the time otherwise I'm not going to bother so I put it on my forearm. I came up with the idea for the design and my hubby did it in photoshop for me. It's lovely having a hubby who does graphic design. The design is a triquetra, for me representing mind, body and spirit. The red ribbon running through it forms my 3 children's initials - E, A and S. For me this celebrates life and the reunion of my 3 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm curious. Are there any other moms out there who got tattoos relating to the adoption of their children? If so and you don't mind sharing, what did you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-7557105713145358893?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7557105713145358893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/tattoo-tales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7557105713145358893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7557105713145358893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/09/tattoo-tales.html' title='Tattoo Tales'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TIDpVgXVp9I/AAAAAAAAApk/ZDwJMGCIaAI/s72-c/IMG_0496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-5461380164551605726</id><published>2010-08-31T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T12:14:56.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TH00LiNb6LI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Rj68z0MBKOM/s1600/Expectations.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511618891737721010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TH00LiNb6LI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Rj68z0MBKOM/s400/Expectations.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danger - warning - some people who are sensitive to religion talk may be offended, but it's my blog......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live with expectations all the time. What people expect of us at work, in our families and from our friendships has a lot do with how we run our lives. We're taught to behave a certain way so that we fit seamlessly into society. As children certain conduct was expected of us and of course that makes sense. I know what it's like to be out in a store or restaurant and be around children who aren't taught to behave - the kids are having fun but the adults around them are swearing a blue streak under their breath!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciate the standards we set for ourselves, we need rules and we need to raise our children with rules for them to follow but....... where do we draw the line and when do we say - I don't think so, I'm going my way and making up my own mind? Sometimes we need to take a look at what we believe and the rules we follow and see if it's really in our best interest to keep believing and keep following. A re-evaluation of our values can be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The painting above is about being caught in the web of the rules of religion. The white lilies are the girls like me - unmarried and pregnant, the girls who were expected to remain virginal until they began their lives of wedded bliss (I'd like to know who coined that term) no matter the age. The background shapes aren't legible here but they're bible pages. The web itself is done in gold leaf. Isn't religion many times wrapped in opulence? Religious organizations are very involved in the adoption process. Catholic Social Services facilitated my daughter's adoption. Did they do what was right? NO. Because of this connection, this was the first painting I did in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As humans we want to be part of the crowd and fit in but sometimes we need someone to be bold, say no I'm not doing it that way and maybe wake everyone else up from the herd mentality. Surely, out of all those people involved in the cruel treatment of mothers and children over the decades, someone had a gut feeling or a thought as they were going to sleep at night that what they were doing in adoption was wrong. Surely, there was a family member who had the thought.... the hell with what society or the neighbors think, that baby needs to stay with us. We'll help take care of her. I know I wanted to tell everyone to just stick it, I'm keeping my baby, but I was too scared. Is that what happened? Was everyone too afraid to speak up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe if a few people had spoken up and said - hey! that's wrong, you can't just keep babies and mothers apart, you can't take that infant from it's mother right there in the delivery room, things could've been different. Maybe if people speak up now, things can be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite new words is "unchurched" thanks to my friend Robin. It's a good word for how I think of myself. I've been unchurched for a very long time. For me it began when I was a senior in high school but it really took root after my daughter was born. No longer was I going to follow man's rules about morality and to me that's what religion is, a collection of man's rules put in place to control people. If there is a god, he/she/it is probably wondering why more people don't stand up for what's right. (I know the question is going to be... how do you know what's right without religion? I believe we all have an internal compass that if listened to we know what is harmful to ourselves and others and if we pay attention to that our conscience guides us) I don't think any organization has the corner on the market when it comes to morality and ethics, that's been proven time and time again in the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it comes to this issue, deep down in our hearts most of us know that mothers and babies belong together and shouldn't be separated for any reason other than neglect or abuse. At least that's my hope. The Beatles had it right... all you need is love..... and compassion.... and empathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-5461380164551605726?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/5461380164551605726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/expectations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/5461380164551605726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/5461380164551605726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TH00LiNb6LI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Rj68z0MBKOM/s72-c/Expectations.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-7444131368899368568</id><published>2010-08-29T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T06:58:08.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby for adoption'/><title type='text'>Baby for Adoption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/THpaJEHxzkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/FLYAnmY6c_Y/s1600/BFA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510816205812911682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/THpaJEHxzkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/FLYAnmY6c_Y/s400/BFA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when doing these posts it feels like I'm preaching to the choir. The wonderful mothers I've met online know what I'm talking about, they've been there, they understand and thank heavens for them. After 30 years I've finally found people who get it. It hasn't taken that long because they weren't out there, it's taken this long because so many of us have been silent. We were too ashamed to talk about it or too hurt to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm seeing a new type of mother out there, the happy mother of adoption loss. These are the mothers who have no idea what happened in the past. They don't understand why we speak out. They call us "meanies" for just speaking our truth. Even if we just express an opinion in a kind, civil tone we are called names, deleted and dismissed. They don't understand that if we as a society don't acknowledge the crimes of the past we might be doomed to repeat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the hospital giving birth to my first child, the one I lost to adoption, that red sign above is what I saw on the door to my room and on the wall above my bed. There were 2 of them, they glared at me, they mocked me. BABY FOR ADOPTION: the standard code for decades. It let the staff at the hospital know that they were not to let us see our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that sign I never saw my daughter. I wasn't allowed. I was her mother, I had every right to see her, hold her and feed her. Did I know that then? No. I was a good girl and I did what I was told. I was told that seeing my baby would make it harder for me to deal with the adoption. What they actually meant was.... it would make it harder for them to take her because they knew that if I held her the chances of me letting her go dropped dramatically. Even in the delivery room I wasn't allowed to lay eyes on her at all. As soon as she was born they whisked her away and quickly wrapped her up in a blanket. I got a peek of a little arm as she flailed and I heard her cry. It didn't last long, her cry got weaker as she got farther and farther away. That was my last contact with my daughter. It took over 24 hours to find out if I had a girl or a boy. It took 22 years to find out how much she weighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one could be bothered with what I was going through. I only found out the sex of my baby because I was walking down the hall in the hospital and one of the nurses asked my last name. When I told her she said with a big smile...."oh, you don't have to worry about signing the form for circumcision, you had a girl". She didn't see my scarlet brand. She didn't know I was one of those girls - BFA. If it weren't for that little slip up I wouldn't have found out it was a girl until 4 days later when I signed the papers. What a way to find out the sex of the child you've given birth to. How could women be treated this way?! And by other women? This happened to so many of us and so many people have no idea. This is why I comment and blog and run my mouth now. The young mothers coming up behind us need to know what happened then AND what's happening now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to the mothers who know..... thanks for being here and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-7444131368899368568?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7444131368899368568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-when-doing-these-posts-it.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7444131368899368568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7444131368899368568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-when-doing-these-posts-it.html' title='Baby for Adoption'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/THpaJEHxzkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/FLYAnmY6c_Y/s72-c/BFA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-2767429451083083369</id><published>2010-08-28T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T08:49:43.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coercion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NCFA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthmother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Council for Adoption'/><title type='text'>Building families? - no, building bottom lines</title><content type='html'>In my travels through the blog world I came across a letter that &lt;a href="http://musing-mother.blogspot.com/2010/08/saints-sinners.html"&gt;Sandy at Musing Mother&lt;/a&gt; posted in her blog called Sinners and Saints. This letter is from the then president of the National Council for Adoption and it was written in 2006. He titled it Reviving the Institution of Infant Adoption. That line alone was enough to get my back up. I'll give you a few pieces from that letter here but I encourage you to go to Sandy's blog and read the whole post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This choice of parenting over adoption is often the default decision, due to the mother's lack of understanding of and information about adoption. She bore the child, so, of course, she should "keep it." and how can any mother "give away her baby?" Due to this common instinctive reaction, frequently reinforced culturally and by those around her, the woman with an unplanned pregnancy is often unable to consider adoption freely and make a fully informed decision."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first read that paragraph my breath literally caught in my throat. Then it made me laugh. Default decision?! What else would it be? That's how it's supposed to be! Seems to me like the NCFA just doesn't like that women might actually be getting some support from friends and family, support to keep and parent their own children. They would much rather convince her that "making an adoption plan" is a much better decision. And, isn't it funny that this is what we've been saying from the other side..... women in the position of facing an unplanned pregnancy aren't getting all the information they need regarding the consequences of surrender. Maybe women are getting more informed and the NCFA just doesn't like the direction that the information is taking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"NCFA is expanding its efforts to revive the institution of infant adoption through sound pregnancy counseling and public communications that promote infant adoption awareness and understanding. NCFA's infant adoption awareness training program teaches pregnancy counselors how to present the adoption option to women with unplanned pregnancies."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they're going to "counsel" women right out of their babies lives. Who is paying for this counseling? Who is training the counselors? They are, so what kind of spin do you think they'll put on this counseling? Follow the money. They make money when a woman surrenders so how do you think the counseling will go? They will gear it towards encouraging a woman to surrender her baby. This is where the so-called positive language comes in - see what I wrote a couple of posts down below in Language and Lures. They are expanding their efforts because they've been hit in the wallet since the rate of infant adoptions has declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A recent study commissioned by NCFA and the Family Research Council revealed valuable insights into the birthmother's choice of adoption. In-depth interviews of 45 birthmothers addressed the emotional process, thoughts, and feelings they went through in arriving at their adoption decisions. Some findings came as no surprise. For example, in order for birthmothers to feel right about their decision, it was necessary that they made the decision voluntarily. Many who felt they had been coerced or tricked into adoption, mostly older birthmothers, were bitter about it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how they learn their techniques. They study us, find out what buttons to push and then gear the counseling and advertising that they do to steer young, vulnerable women in the direction of adoption.  So, they don't want mothers to be bitter - is this what I'm supposed to take from that last line? I don't &lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;I was coerced, I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; I was coerced. Now, instead of just being open about their agenda, they've gotten sneaky about it. If they play the game right these young women will come away from this experience thinking this was all their idea and gee, they're even happy about it. Then they use these happy surrendering moms to convince more mothers to do the same thing. This is how they "build families" and bottom lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last paragraph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For the sake of children, birthparents, and families, NCFA seeks support for advancing counseling, media, and policy strategies to revive infant adoption in America. Will you partner with us in this vital cause?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry NCFA, no support here. They actually strategize on how to separate mothers from their children. They want a revival! They make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-2767429451083083369?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2767429451083083369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/building-families-no-building-bottom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/2767429451083083369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/2767429451083083369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/building-families-no-building-bottom.html' title='Building families? - no, building bottom lines'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-6823887156295280083</id><published>2010-08-18T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:00:34.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girls Who Went Away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant adoption'/><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TGxJY9_AMFI/AAAAAAAAAnc/oQe6jZEGp5g/s1600/Birthday+Wishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506857137671778386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TGxJY9_AMFI/AAAAAAAAAnc/oQe6jZEGp5g/s400/Birthday+Wishes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've mentioned the painting series that I'm working on and that's the reason I started researching what happens in adoption world. I actually started the series just because it was something I felt compelled to do. I don't know how many of you are artists but sometimes you get a notion about something and you just have to follow through. I think in this case it began as a way to continue my healing. I've been reunited with my daughter for 8 years now and it's been wonderful. I'm thankful every day that I have her back in my life. I spoke to her today as a matter of fact, and I just love hearing her voice. Knowing that I can call her any time I want and hear her laugh makes life grand. It's sad to me that many reunions don't go this way. I wish we were not the exception but the rule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the point..... this series began because I felt like I needed to do this for my own healing. Although I had been through 22 years of living and learning how to cope with losing my daughter, and 8 years of reunion, there was still something more to do. In my artwork I was feeling a little stagnant. As artists we need to change and grow over time. We need to try new things. Over the years our style may change, our subject matter may change. Lots can happen as we change with age. In this case I was feeling the need for a deeper content to the work. I needed to do something with more meaning for me. I had already started a series on women and body image and I'm continuing to work on that but this was a feeling brewing inside that had to do with adoption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 topics are huge in my life - art and adoption. I'm an artist and I survived adoption. It was time to put the 2 together. Although I've lived with being a first mother from a closed adoption for 30 years, that doesn't mean I know everything there is to know about it. I started to read, google and research what was out there. I ordered books like Ann Fessler's &lt;em&gt;The Girls Who Went Away&lt;/em&gt; and others and what I found out was that I wasn't alone. I've learned a lot and have tons more to learn. I've met so many wonderful women out there who have walked in my shoes and understand. I've become active in speaking out about the injustices of this industry and I've realized that I &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;to paint this series. It's a need, a compulsion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll share the artwork about this topic on this blog as I do on my &lt;a href="http://www.hershbergerhuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;other blog&lt;/a&gt; This particular piece started with the idea of birthdays (obviously) because birthdays are such a huge thing in our first mother world. These are the days that are the most difficult. They were for me anyway. Every year there's the reminder of what's lost. As a mom I spent it wondering how she was, what she was doing, where she was celebrating, wondering what she got for presents each year. Did she have a party? Did her family think of me at all? How big is she now? Is she okay and happy? How is she liking school? There's just so many questions and as a first mother I wasn't entitled to any of the answers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my daughter turned 18 I baked a cake and with my other children we celebrated her birthday. This birthday kicked off the official search for her. As a good little first mommy I didn't try to look sooner because I was told that it wouldn't be good to interfere with her life. So, 18 was the magic age when I could begin the search. Singing the birthday song to a child I had never met was a surreal experience. I could barely get the words out because of the lump in my throat but I knew that this was the beginning. It took 4 years to find her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the background of the painting you can see names and dates. These are the names of first mothers and the dates that their children were born. Some are found, some are not. This piece represents not only me and my daughter but all the first mothers who think about their children on their birthday. So.... that would be all of them. There's not a mother on earth who doesn't think about her child on the day of that child's birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to all of you, from all of us first moms. We love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carlynne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-6823887156295280083?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6823887156295280083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthday-wishes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6823887156295280083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6823887156295280083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TGxJY9_AMFI/AAAAAAAAAnc/oQe6jZEGp5g/s72-c/Birthday+Wishes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-3348963317579080424</id><published>2010-08-17T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:01:14.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infant adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthmother'/><title type='text'>Language and Lures</title><content type='html'>In my perusing of the adoption sites and reading the sales pitches, I get more and more upset by what I see in the language. When I first started reading about this subject certain terms didn't bother me. Words like "birthmother" didn't even bother me. I've been in reunion with my daughter for 8 years now and I began a painting series about this topic. Because of that series I began researching the industry. Now, I can't stand the "b" word. What happened that changed my mind? Well, I started seeing the correlation between the language and lures they use to get expectant mothers to surrender their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make an adoption plan&lt;br /&gt;forever family&lt;br /&gt;birthmother&lt;br /&gt;selfless gift&lt;br /&gt;place a child for adoption&lt;br /&gt;a loving option&lt;br /&gt;failed adoption&lt;br /&gt;adoption opportunities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty years ago when I was going through the process it was called giving a child up for adoption. Back then the industry just bluntly and openly shamed us into giving up our children and it wasn't just the industry, it was also society in general. Everyone saw us as unfit simply because we weren't wearing a wedding ring. It still boggles my mind that women in the 60's in maternity homes were even made to wear fake wedding rings to go outside - who did the wardens in these places think they were fooling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that being single is not as stigmatizing as it once was the industry had to come up with slicker ways to coerce young, vulnerable women. Oh, they'd like you to think that they're just being kinder and more sensitive to the mother - bull twinkies! What they're really doing is sanitizing everything to make it look more appealing. (twinkies sounds better than shit doesn't it?) It's the marketing biz at it's finest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are &lt;em&gt;adoption opportunities&lt;/em&gt;? They are babies. These are human beings being traded for money. This is what it comes down to. No one wants to hear that in this country we sell babies but when you break it down to it's truth, that's exactly what it is. Party A hands baby to Party B who then hands baby to Party C who in turn hands over a lot of money to Party B. What else would you call it? Well, the agency wants to call it a &lt;em&gt;selfless act&lt;/em&gt; on the mother's part. They call it &lt;em&gt;making an adoption plan&lt;/em&gt;. When a young woman hears these words she feels like there's someone out there who can help her figure out what to do. There's a plan - good. That means there's a direction to go in; this is productive. Then she hears it's &lt;em&gt;a loving option&lt;/em&gt;. Well, she loves her baby and only wants what's best for her baby so she listens some more. They tell her "&lt;em&gt;it's in the best interest of the child, your child will love you for it&lt;/em&gt;". What mother doesn't want that? "&lt;em&gt;Choosing adoption is the purest form of motherly love&lt;/em&gt;" No.... loving your baby is the purest form of motherly love. &lt;em&gt;Placing&lt;/em&gt; your baby for adoption sounds nice doesn't it? In reality she's placing her child in the arms of strangers. Now come the dear bmother letters. This is how they make her think that she has a relationship with the couple. How much does she really know about people from a slick, full color, 2-sided brochure? Do you believe all the ones that come in the mail selling aluminum siding? It really is a sales pitch, there are a lot of couples competing for that baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she's picked her favorite brochure and the agency is telling her what a &lt;em&gt;selfless gift&lt;/em&gt; she's giving this couple. If she has a relationship with the couple that goes on for a few months, they fly or drive to where she is when she's in labor, sometimes they even go into the delivery room. She's exhausted and emotional. They are standing there waiting so of course she doesn't want to disappoint them. Even if she's screaming inside - give me my baby - she has all these forces outside pressuring her to hand the baby over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she has given an &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adoption opportunity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to a couple and given this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;selfless gift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in an &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;act of the purest motherly love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the best interest of her child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, she can apply for a scholarship from the agency that is only offered to women who &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make an adoption plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Some of these agencies actually raise funds to offer money for college to mothers who have given their children up for adoption. Don't get me wrong, education is a wonderful thing. But.... why not raise money for scholarships for mothers who are raising their children as single mothers. Why not help them to KEEP their children and go to school. What a concept! Of course they wouldn't do that. That would hurt the bottom line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if the mother changes her mind and decides to keep her baby? It's called a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;failed adoption&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Instead celebrating a mother and child staying together it becomes a failure. Something to be upset about. Well yes, it's upseting for the adoptive parents but a mother and child staying together is a beautiful thing. Aren't we supposed to be concerned for the child and his/her best interests? A baby continuing to hear her mother's heartbeat and feeling her mother's love is in the baby's best interest. But the new mother gets to feel guilty because she let everyone down. In my opinion the only person she needs to worry about is that new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep on saying it. To the prospective adoptive parents out there.... if you want to be a parent and help a child, please look to the foster care system first. So many children need homes and someone to love them. Another option is to help a baby by helping her mother, help them stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a dirty business using scholarships and a mother's love for her baby as a lure to bring her in and get her to give up her child. The language isn't going to clean it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-3348963317579080424?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/3348963317579080424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/language-and-lures.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3348963317579080424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/3348963317579080424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/language-and-lures.html' title='Language and Lures'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-1821223201940861114</id><published>2010-08-11T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:28:48.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><title type='text'>We're just sayin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Are you serious?? You want us to celebrate the destruction of natural families... of natural mothers?? Get a grip, people. What you are doing is WRONG. Help mothers KEEP. Don't take from the poor and give to the rich. Or should I say don't take from the unprotected unmarried and give to the wealthier usually-married?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"are YOU serious?? Do you think it's better for a child to be raised in a family where it isn't wanted?? Where opportunities are so limited. Where neglect and abuse are a way of life. More times than not, these children are a product of a drug deal, or some ignorant individuals own thoughtless sexual gratification. Reproducing like animals. You are in LA LA LAND! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how the conversation started on the National Council for Adoption &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; page.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Liz, Aaron and Sarah....did you know your mother is an abusive, drug addicted, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;animalistic&lt;/span&gt; whore? Wow! Stereotype much oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NCFA&lt;/span&gt; supporter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I responded......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ah yes, the *all unwed pregnant mothers are crack addicted abusive sluts* argument. No one is advocating that babies stay with abusers. None of us want children to suffer neglect and abuse. Please learn more about what really goes on and who these mothers really are. So many, and I'd even guess that most are simply young, scared and needing help with resources. No one should lose their child permanently because they need a temporary helping hand. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That response was enough to get myself banned from their website. A number of my first mother friends also posted responses and did a much better job than I did and of course they were banned too. First our posts were just deleted from the wall. Then we posted on the discussion board - many just writing their stories, their truths. Those were then deleted. We posted again, again we were deleted and now we're just banned completely. I'm glad I managed to copy and save some of the posts from that thread before they made it all go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They claim they want to hear adoption stories so we were just trying to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accommodating&lt;/span&gt;. Funny how they changed their minds since our stories didn't come with a pretty rosy glow and choirs of angels singing. They also claim that first mothers are terrified of their children finding them, that's why they don't want adoptees to have access to their own records. Why do they imagine they can speak for me? They can speak for me but I can't speak up at all? I get banned if I speak up? Well, NCFA, you can ban me from your page but that's ALL you can do. There's a lot of us first mothers AND adoptees out here and we have a lot to say about your industry. We know what the truths are because we've been living it for decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep talking people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-1821223201940861114?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/1821223201940861114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/were-just-sayin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/1821223201940861114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/1821223201940861114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/were-just-sayin.html' title='We&apos;re just sayin&apos;'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-2899306428524297519</id><published>2010-08-08T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:08:36.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Flabbergasted</title><content type='html'>"We are also praying that God would intervene in this situation and change the birth mother's heart. We are praying that Holy Spirit would speak to her mind and her heart and remind her of the promises she made, promises to give us those girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"as much money as we've spent on doctor's visits, artificial insemination and two IVF cycles we would NEVER even CONSIDER giving them up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow and wow again! These are the words of a prospective adoptive father on &lt;a href="http://www.mtoddo.wordpress.com"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt;  He is hoping to adopt twin girls and when the girls were born their mother and father decided to take more time to make this monumental decision. They are reconsidering and these pap's are not happy. This sums up for me what is wrong with the adoption industry. You hear things that basically say..."she promised..... wah..." "I spent a lot of money, give me your kid, you can't back out now" They refer to the children as theirs. That one just amazes me. How did people get to this place of such entitlement?! Children that are still in the womb are considered their property. If this man could never even consider giving them up after spending so much money, why in the hell should he expect a woman who carried those babies for nine months, birthed them, shares DNA with them, loves them with all her heart, was physically connected to them, is bonded with them to just say - oh, okay. I promised so here you go, I don't have to think about it. So now I guess God is supposed to go to that mother and say - well, you know they really did spend an awful lot of money, you should give them your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so flabbergasted. I don't think there's enough words in the English language to convey how disgusted I am by this. It also amazes me how many people think this attitude is not only okay, but normal. In my humble opinion, they never should've met the mother of those girls. They have no business pressuring someone like this. They have no right to claim ownership of the babies. They would probably say that they are not pressuring her. Well, simply being there, having a relationship with her and her knowing that you're waiting for her to give birth so you can take her child or children IS pressure. Hurray for her being strong enough to take the time needed to make this decision.  There shouldn't even be a search for prospective adoptive parents until AFTER the mother is healed from giving birth, has spent time with her baby, is past the post-partum hormone changes (which takes weeks) and has come to the conclusion on her own that she cannot and does not want to keep the child. Not one minute before that should anyone consider that child belonging to anyone else but that mother. How dare anyone lay claim to another woman's child before that child is even born and then actually pray for a mother and child to be separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that people who have fertility problems suffer. I get that. I've seen family members go through it. However.... it is not another woman's job to fill that void. In this instance and many others like it, whose needs are the pap's looking to take care of - honestly? Are they really thinking of the child or are they thinking of themselves? I don't know what that mother is going to decide but whatever it is it needs to be her decision free from the influence of other people. She and the children will have to live with the consequences of that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even think about this anymore today. Time to do something creative.&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Carlynne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-2899306428524297519?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/2899306428524297519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/flabbergasted.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/2899306428524297519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/2899306428524297519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/flabbergasted.html' title='Flabbergasted'/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-6631236097770655885</id><published>2010-08-05T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T16:18:52.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TFsmnJvSYuI/AAAAAAAAAmM/xj0i-W1L0Uk/s1600/Morning+Walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502033823834202850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TFsmnJvSYuI/AAAAAAAAAmM/xj0i-W1L0Uk/s400/Morning+Walk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This painting is from a photo I took on a family trip to Indiana. I was walking along the lake, early in the morning and feeling very peaceful. I've had many moments like that over the years. I've had so much joy raising my children and my husband is amazing. We're soon celebrating our 29th anniversary. I have good friends and a full creative life. I've had a good life and I'm grateful. I'm also angry. There's been a lot of talk in the blog world about this issue so I guess I'm just adding my .02 when I say I've been pissed off for 30 years. Has that kept me from enjoying my life? No. I can put it in perspective. The anger is kind of like the grief. When you lose a child to adoption there is no getting over it. Recently there was a woman who said we as natural mothers need to "get over it and deal", "forgiving yourself is the starting point", "not all first moms want to keep their "problem".  I'm sorry..... huh?! Children went from being illegitimate (a word I absolutely loath) to being a problem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Human beings are neither illegitimate nor a problem. They are people deserving of love from the women who gave birth to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The women who lose their children to adoption are young, scared, vulnerable, lacking resources and not getting the info they need to make an informed decision. When they feel backed into a corner, they're not really making a choice. Instead they are getting bombarded with people telling them that they need to do this so they can finish school, go to college, it's in the best interest of the child, the baby needs 2 parents in the home, what will the neighbors think, you can't handle this...... yadda, yadda, yadda. So, you believe the BS because you're already feeling like you've shamed not only yourself but your entire family. Look at what you're doing to everyone else! This is how we were raised. We're good girls, we'll do whatever it takes to make it right so we give our children to other people to raise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enter the anger and grief. We're not supposed to talk about it, ever! We're supposed to pretend it never happened. So then what happens to that anger and grief? We swallow it and choke on it. It gets buried along with our self-esteem. Sometimes it's so bad we can't even breathe but can we tell anyone about it? Of course not. We're not allowed. So it festers and once a year it boils over on our child's birthday. Every year we see the month coming on the calendar. February, March... here it comes. It starts to weigh you down, you see the numbers change, the date gets closer and you get more depressed. Here it is, it's now April. As the date comes screaming toward you all you want to do is crawl into a corner and cry and cry and cry........ This goes on for literally decades. When you lose someone to death you have a funeral, you grieve and you have support from family and friends. On the other hand, when you deal with this kind of grief there's no end in sight. There's not only no support, hardly anyone knows about it. How are you supposed to just "get over it" when you have no idea if your child is alive or dead? How are you supposed to just get over the anger when your child is taken from you? You don't, you just learn to cope. You learn how to hide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now what. What happens decades down the road. Some mothers and their children are reunited and some are not. In my case I'm reunited with my daughter. Thank You!!!!! What a relief! I know what happened. Now 30 years later I'm here, we have a wonderful relationship. I feel like I've been let out of prison. So, for me, what's the next step? The next step is letting people know what happened. Now my job is to let people know that what happened is not right. Babies should not be taken from their mothers. The only reason to take a child from their mother is in the case of neglect or abuse. Finances shouldn't factor into it. Social class shouldn't factor into it. Whether a mother has graduated from college or not shouldn't factor into it. People shouldn't be traded for a degree. What happens now is I add my voice to the cacophony of other pissed off voices to let the world know that it's ok to be angry. I'm allowed damn it! It doesn't have to rule my life but if the rest of society has no idea that we're angry how is anything going to change for the better?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anger doesn't have to rule my life. I have a good, happy life,  but if anything is going to change people have to know the injustices that happened. If anything is going to change people have to know that the adoption industry is just that - a multi-billion dollar profit making industry that trades not in goods and services but in human lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I make my life what it is and I want other mothers to have the opportunity to create their lives with their children free from brainwashing, shame and the grief that comes from losing a child to adoption.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carlynne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-6631236097770655885?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/6631236097770655885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-painting-is-from-photo-i-took-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6631236097770655885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/6631236097770655885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-painting-is-from-photo-i-took-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TFsmnJvSYuI/AAAAAAAAAmM/xj0i-W1L0Uk/s72-c/Morning+Walk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1138721004042487054.post-7627123757449075496</id><published>2010-08-03T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:44:30.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TFh5h1wacSI/AAAAAAAAAmE/WW0IRrgBLJw/s1600/IMG_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501280567105843490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TFh5h1wacSI/AAAAAAAAAmE/WW0IRrgBLJw/s400/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TFhoQ79y2rI/AAAAAAAAAls/RyxE-dqR3sc/s1600/Morning+Walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am a first mother. This is another voice out there in the void hoping to be heard and understood. This is another voice hoping to make a difference and maybe even prevent another young mother from going through the hell that is being a mother of adoption loss. I'm not going to tell my whole story right here, right this minute but it will come out in dribs and drabs, sometimes even in big messy Jackson Pollock-ish plops. Maybe if more of us speak out, tell our stories and talk about what people do to other people, something will eventually change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoption is a word I wish I'd never heard. 30 years ago I found out what it meant and unfortunately I only had an inkling of how devastating that word could be. I lost my daughter to adoption in 1980. Recently I read a comment on a site by a man who was quite annoyed at that phrase - lost to adoption. Yes sir, I lost her. No, I didn't misplace her. Yes, I signed the surrender papers and NO, it was not what I wanted to do. So many people have this notion that because we signed the surrender papers we actually made the choice to do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;One option and one option only does not = choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The word choice implies there are multiple options. That's not the case for most mothers of adoption loss. We were backed into a corner and that's a very scary place when you're young and pregnant. When you have no money, job, support, husband or place to live you are in a desperate situation. Signing those papers wasn't noble and loving it was coerced. These scenarios are still happening today. There are familial, societal and religious forces coming together to create the perfect storm. Even just 2 of those 3 can alter the course of not just the mother's life but an entire family and not just immediate family but generations on down the line. I know from my own experience what it's like to be caught in that storm and only other mothers can really comprehend what it's like to ride those waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, she was lost to me. I lost the first 22 years of her life. I have her back now but I'll never have those first 22 years. I can now hug my adult child but I'll never hold my baby. That gift was taken from me. She wasn't a gift I gave another family. Adoptive families may feel grateful to be able to raise a child and I understand that but I'm certainly not a mother who can say you're welcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many eloquent voices out there and they can tell the history of adoption so much better than I can. Some are simply sharing their own history. Take a look at the links I've added. I'll be adding more as time goes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carlynne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1138721004042487054-7627123757449075496?l=oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/feeds/7627123757449075496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-first-mother.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7627123757449075496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1138721004042487054/posts/default/7627123757449075496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneoptionnochoice.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-first-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlynne Hershberger, CPSA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01365785230628216814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PK8lXauv180/TFh5h1wacSI/AAAAAAAAAmE/WW0IRrgBLJw/s72-c/IMG_0539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
