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for the last 15 minutes my eyebrows have been raised up so high that i think they’re becoming a part of my receding hairline. here’s why this book is terrible. https://twitter.com/nicolesjchung/status/1288845909690851329
this thread from @nicolesjchung words it far more eloquently than i ever could and i’m grateful for that because i don’t know how to explain this to people who are not adopted...
being adopted feels like a part of yourself is not there and never was there. it’s not that you’re tragically depressed — this could very well just be something that my circle of adopted friends and i have discussed ad nauseam in a little bubble.
but it feels like you are constantly searching for something, someplace, someone, where you feel like “ahh here i am. here is a place i can stop asking questions, stop wondering all these other things everyone takes for granted.”
so the fact that a book has this title when i’ve already struggled with feeling unloved in different ways either because of my queerness or because i’m adopted is high-key really gross to me?
i also don’t care if the message of the book ends up being that these kids aren’t “unadoptable” because just playing with the word like that makes me want to cry. so screw this book. bye.
