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Shakesville has a wonderful, tragic post up by a birth mother (aka first mother or biomom) who gave up her child for adoption. I have long argued that adoption is not an easy answer to abortion (or infertility, for that matter.) It infuriates me when people talk about the so-called post abortion syndrome, yet don’t acknowledge that people who relinquish their born children experience a great sense of loss. I am surprised so many people say they have never even heard this perspective, but, on the other hand, birth mothers are so silenced by the “adoption is a wonderful gift” lobby I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Don’t get me wrong, there are some adoptive parents who have wonderful relationships with their adopted children. However, the pain of relinquishing a child should not be overlooked.

I am going to reproduce the whole post here, since it is so fantastic.

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Hey, Shakers, Liss has graciously allowed me to yell in her forum. Many thanks, Liss. I have no other outlet for what I’m about to say. I want to tell you first: at least one of you knows me in person. What I’m about to say is something you do not know about me. If it’s not you, then one of your friends might be like me.

I’m the birth mother of an adopted child, vehemently pro-choice, non-Christian, very unsuited to motherhood, and after over a decade, have got some things to tell the world about adoption. It’s been stewing since I heard about the recent rash of pre-abortion ultrasound legislation. While I am touched that so many men in such various states are so deeply worried about women possibly being all sad from having an abortion, I wish to point out to these compassionately bleeding hearts that the alternatives are not exactly without their own emotional consequences.

Keep in mind, this is from over a decade ago, and maybe things have changed – but I did four quick searches and found one site that says it’s for birthmothers, and it turns out, it’s to show them how easy it is to find a good family for your baby. It’s a placement site; they don’t care about anything but babies. I didn’t find a single one for birthmothers who have already given up their kids. I’m sure they’re out there. Somewhere. No need to go google for a half hour just to find me one site, okay. If you do, you’ve proved my point.

I have given a baby up for adoption, and I have had an abortion, and while anecdotes are not evidence, I can assert that abortions may or may not cause depression – it certainly did not in me, apart from briefly mourning the path not taken – but adoption? That is an entirely different matter. I don’t doubt that there are women who were fine after adoption, and there is emphatically nothing wrong with that or with them; but I want to point out that if we’re going to have a seemingly neverending discussion about the sorrow and remorse caused by abortion, then it is about goddamn time that we hear from birth mothers too.

Believe me when I say that of the two choices, it was adoption that nearly destroyed me – and it never ends. The only comparison I have is the death of a loved one. The pain retreats, maybe fades, but it comes right back if I poke at it. Writing this has taken me nearly two weeks. Normally, I can write this amount in about thirty minutes, with bathroom breaks. I started to type, and stopped only to reread, then go wail into my pillow. There is no such thing as “over” with this.

Birth mothers are a demographic seldom heard from, and then generally only in the context of how soon they want to “replace” their lost child. This is a huge WTF to me. I went into a self-destructive tailspin for over a decade, and never once thought that maybe a new doll would do the trick. Yet every support group, every online forum, every possible resource I found, all zeroed in on this one-size-fits-all panacea. I didn’t want a new baby. I never wanted any babies in the first place. I also didn’t want an abortion, and I don’t see how any of my reasons for any of this are anyone’s business, either. It was my choice to make, and that is that.

What I didn’t realize at the time – because not one person in my whole life had ever seen fit to mention the possibility, including the pre-adoption counselors – was that I’d spend so long hovering on the edge of suicide, desperately trying to find some way to deal with an all-consuming pain I had no idea even existed. I had never needed help so badly, and I doubt I ever will again. I’ve known a lot of birth mothers, and I consider myself lucky; I’m less broken than many of them, somehow. Maybe it’s because I never did get any kind of therapy. I couldn’t find any that didn’t make me feel inhuman.

I don’t know what the post-adoption counseling is like now, but in my day, it was through the adoption agencies or religion. In my case, the adoption agency was Catholic, lots and lots of Catholicism, so no help there; I was also extremely upset that they provided psychiatric, drug-assisted help, but not mention that it was possible you’d have need for it until after it was too late. This is the kind of thing you really need to know before you make the decision, if only to brace yourself. No, until the baby was gone, it was all paperwork and offering to put me into a nice Catholic household where I could go to church with the family, watch wholesome programs on TV. I’m not Catholic. I’m not even Christian. The idea of church revolted me, as much as it would revolt others to have to follow a religious or non-religious lifestyle that they don’t share. Also it was mentioned that I’d have to go along with all the Catholicism, because if I didn’t, my host family could have me removed. To where? That question was never answered. Also, I don’t watch TV, not that anyone asked.

So I handled it myself, which wasn’t easy, but at least, I could pee in the middle of the night without someone I barely knew hovering outside the door. I’m not sure what mattered more, privacy or freedom, but they were both necessary.

Then the baby came, and soon I realized that it had fucked me up considerably to give it away. When I did, I went looking for help. The adoption agency I went through was so Catholic that my fillings hurt. So, I looked around. I kept looking for ten years. I never found counseling or therapy or any kind of help whatsoever that wasn’t about self-hatred.

Post-adoption counseling turned out to be focused on getting yourself together enough to make yourself a new Christian baby so you could be a good Christian wife and mother. I kept getting the same thing. What if you don’t want to have a New Baby ™, or can’t? Or you’re not religious? And why the fuck are actual babies so disposable that you’re expected to get over it after a suitable period of mourning (i.e., till you get a good Christian husband) in the case of adoption? It’s odd how this does not apply in the case of aborting a blastocyst, when you’re expected to wall yourself into a tomb away from decent society and gnaw on the bitter bones of your own despicable evil. Bad woman. BAD.

Where did this all-too-common idea that the only normal reaction is “longing for replacement motherhood” come from? I think that it at least partially comes from the roles women are assigned in society. Sometimes it seems like the only acceptable choice we have is when to become a mother, not if. I had my tubes tied without having any more babies, and all of a sudden everyone viewed me as an alien life form. Maybe, just maybe, if we had less “make BABIES!1!” pressure in this world, we’d have fewer stories such as Susan Smith and Andrea Yates. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to have kids. There’s a hell of a lot wrong with making people feel like monsters if they don’t.

I’d also like to point out that every time I mention the adoption in public (including the Net), one of these things invariably happens:

1: metaphorical pat on the head: “you did the right thing”, which helped at first, but rapidly came to sound amazingly condescending. Nobody asked me if I was doing okay or anything like that, ever, even though I quite spectacularly wasn’t.

2: “what kind of a woman gives up her BABIES?!” – this is always said by exactly the kind of people I don’t want to be having a conversation with in the first place.

3: “don’t worry, you can have another one” – would people say this to a parent whose child had just died? That’s what giving one up feels like.

4: a lecture on the evils of abortion, which seems grotesquely out of place in this context, and inevitably makes me turn extremely vicious in real life. I can pretty much guarantee that talking about the downside of being a birth mother on the Net will bring out at least one, regardless of where on the Net it’s posted. I can also safely assume that any such commenter will not have read this far, but just in case, I want that commenter to know one thing: your deep concern for pregnancy (in a thread about adoption) sounds more like the self-righteous squawking of someone so deeply disturbed over their own lack of bone-deep ethics that they’re compelled to spend their days lecturing the rest of us. Address your own issues. I suggest volunteer work, but I don’t recommend any kind of personal contact; you lack empathy. Many cities, even small ones, have beautification programs involving cleanup and planting trees, which might do for a start. You will be enriching the lives of others, improving your own health, you can proudly point out “your” trees, and you’ll feel self-righteous with damn good reason for a change.

Back to my topic, which was:

Adoption fucked up my head far worse than abortion. I’ve googled over the years about the psychological aftereffects of giving up a baby, and what little I found is astonishing. Depression and suicide rates ridiculously high, comparable to PTSD – and beyond a shadow of a doubt, there is no way you can cook any post-abortion trauma study to come anywhere near post-adoption trauma levels. Strange how peer-reviewed studies on this are damn near non-existent; strange how nobody mentions any of this when it’s not just your mind on the line, but also that of your kid or kids (more on that later). Strange how this is never on the radar when these stupid obstructionist anti-abortion rules are proposed by retrofuckwits.

They’re always blatting on about how concerned they are for us, apparently because women aren’t capable of making decisions without the gently guiding hand of all-knowing patriarchy, lest we irreparably damage our emotions and drown in a whirlpool of remorseful tears. They care ever so deeply about the long-term psychological effects of not having at least 10 months to consider whether or not to terminate a pregnancy, but no mention is ever made about women who actually do give up the baby. Seems to me that anyone who actually does so is lauded far and wide for Doing the Right Thing, but is simultaneously despised for being an unnatural uterus-bearing mechanism which has horribly malfunctioned. Where the fuck did that narrative come from, and why does everyone buy into it at some level?

Nobody ever seems to address this stuff.

Nor do the pro-lifers (or the media, or anyone outside of pro-choice circles) ever address the stats on adopted kids having lifelong issues with having been given away. I freely admit that I don’t know what adoptees go through, so I’m going to let others do the talking on that topic (I really hope you do; I only know my side, and I fret and worry and freak out about my child). Again, though, you never see pro-lifers worrying about anything besides forcing a birth. I never see pro-lifers doing anything constructive about adoptees of any age.

Emotional fallout only matters to them as a political talking point, in a conversation that includes space only for what is convenient to their preexisting narratives. There’s no space to talk about, for example, how, to give a baby up for adoption, you’ve got to get the father’s signature on the papers, or else face legal hell (now, or later). I was raped, by a so-called friend; I had to go through legal hell to get a signature anyway. It was pretty damn adversarial.

Men are generally left out of the conversation altogether, and when men talk about losing a child, it is most frequently on various men’s rights forums getting worked up about having their kids taken away in divorce, as if that’s comparable. I am looking forward to a man wisely explaining to me how this is not at all the same thing as what he’s been through, because his is worse, because it’s his money, for 18 years, and he didn’t want the kid in the first place, and she was a bitch anyway, and men have no rights and it is so unfair. And when MRAs aren’t busily whining about losing their children in a custody battle, they’re whining about how they should have some say in whether a woman is allowed to get an abortion, even when they don’t want the child and want it put up for adoption. I can’t even imagine the psychological ramifications of being forced into adoption, when it’s indescribably hard after a decision made of one’s free will.

To wind this down: one size fits all doesn’t apply to adoption, any more than it does to abortion. If there’s going to be discussion about mental issues arising from abortion, then there had damn well better start being just as much – if not more – discussion about mental issues arising from adoption. I cannot say that I’d be surprised to find out that any concern on the part of pro-lifers about birth mothers ended the second she signed the papers; I will scream “Hypocrisy!” as loud as I can if they try to pass off their latest brainfarts as such. You’ve seen this already: they also argue about the sanctity of a fetus’ life, but I see no legislation addressing the quality of life of adoptees.

None of which matters to the kind of people who picket clinics. Not me, not the kid, nothing. All they care about is whether or not they win.

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  1. I am sorry for your loss. I was faced with the same decision so I know how much that sucks. I hope you find peace. Thanks for sharing your story. It will help others who have been throuh the same process.

  2. Thanks for posting this. It’s definitely an interesting read.

    I have no time for anti-choicers who rant on about how great adoption is but clearly show little appreciation of what is involved. To my knowledge, two women close to me have given babies away. One of them was forced to (it was the 60s, she was 16). Both of them have mental health and substance abuse problems. And in both cases, ‘christian marriages’, subsequent children and even meeting their lost children as adults and finding them healthy and loved has not erased the pain of their loss – nothing could. So very sad.

  3. This is a fascinating post and an fascinating perspective. The dialogue needs to come out in the open. Thank you for posting this.

  4. You make some excellent points. I’ve had no contact with abortion or adoption personally, but I know the fallout of my Nana having various uncles adopted.

    You are right, as soon as the adoption is done, no one remembers the birth mother. I have often wondered if this is what caused my Nana to be the person she was in some way. It must have been so hard.

    I am so sorry for your loss, I hope you can work out some of the pain and feel better again.

    Something someone once told me is about how when you throw a pebble/rock into a pond, eventually the water will calm and become still, but the pebble rock will always be there, and will have changed the dynamics of the pond itself — no on can see it from the surface, but it’s still there.

    Thankyou for your blog, I really enjoy reading (infrequent though it is!)

  5. MomTFH

    Thanks for all the replies! I just wanted to make sure everyone knows this is not my personal story, but a post from another blog that I copied here. A very important story.

    My personal contribution, I actually only posted on the original site. I have counseled a birth mother post adoption, and that has to be one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. I have never seen such emotional pain in my life.

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