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joy3When I hear the words “pregnant” and “joy” along with the word “adoption” like on the image above, I’m reminded of my adoptive mother speaking of my adoption. She’d say that she had felt the pain of childbirth when she saw me entering the waiting room for the adoptive parents at the airport, that  other parents started crying and laughing at the same time when they got their babies in their arms just like any parent would after giving birth, that she had heard of many women experiencing the childbirth pain when seeing their adopted children the first time, and that adopting a child is no different from giving birth.

When I hear the word “joy” along with the word “adoption” like in the image below, I’m reminded of my adoptive mother speaking of her joy of becoming a mother.

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While my adoptive parents were living the joy of adoption, my natural family in Korea was living the sorrow of adoption. While my adoptive parents were praised for adopting/saving an orphan, my natural father in Korea was trying to drown his sorrow  in alcohol for losing his youngest child.  The people who praised my adoptive parents for their generosity  heard of the joy of adoption but they never heard of the sorrow of adoption. They ignored the sorrow of adoption because I never spoke of the sorrow of losing my language, my country and my entire family. They ignored the sorrow of losing a child or a sibling because my natural family spoke a different language and lived in the other side of the world.

There was no internet then…

Even in this era of internet, friends and acquaintances of adoptive families know (or only want to know) the joy of adoption,

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but they ignore the sorrow of adoption…

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When I hear of the word “happiness” along with the word “adoption” like in the images below, I’m reminded of my life in Korea with everything that life consists of, joy and sadness.

happiness2 happiness3When I hear the word “happiness”, “money” and “adoption” together like in the image below, I’m reminded  of the happiness I’ve known in the poverty with my natural family and all the misfortunes we went through together, and I think if  only a fraction of the money my adopters spent to adopt me/buy their happiness had been given to my father instead, I could have lived where I belonged to without knowing the sorrow of adoption.

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A French proverb says that “the misfortune of ones makes the happiness of others” (in French, “le malheur des uns fait le bonheur des autres”).

Other equivalent versions are:

“one man’s loss is another man’s gain”;
“one man’s death is another man’s bread”;
“one man’s sorrow is another man’s joy”.

It means that an event that is unfortunate for one is beneficial to another; what’s disavantage to one is advantage to another.

Adoption illustrates well the proverb. And how!

Losing a child to child traffickers is an event that is unfortunate for its parents and benefial for its adoptive parents. Being abandoned is unfortunate for the abandoned child and beneficial for adoption agency processing its adoption and  the adoptive parents.

Here are some of events that are unfortunate for the child and/or for its natural family and beneficial  to its adopters, events that can lead to the ultimate event of adoption.

– poverty;
– war;
– natural or accident catastrophes;
– famine;
– death of a family member;
– disease of a family member;
-lost of a child (child trafficking, child kidnapping, orphanage kidnapping*, etc.)
-domestic violence;
-alcoholism;
– rape;
-abandonment;
etc.

*what I call orphanage kidnapping is when a lost child is kept in an orphanage instead of returning the child to its family or when a child who was temporarily placed by its family member is kept in the orphanage.

For example, my father experienced the following woes before losing me, his youngest and favorite child: work accident that left his arm paralyzed followed by lost of job, the death of his mother immediately followed by the death of his wife, being swindled by two women and a relative, and poverty.

The unfortunate events of poverty, death, war, catastrophe, … alone don’t necessarily lead to the event of abandonment or adoption. For these events to end with adoption, it also takes the  money-driven market of children that incites the abandonment of children, trafficking of children, corruption, etc., the demand for children and the government policy such as one-child policy in China.

My father wouldn’t have experienced the final ultimate bad luck of losing his child if it weren’t of foreign money brought by orphanages, the presence of adoption agencies and the infrastructure of international adoption that was set up after the war, dictatorship collaborating with adoption agencies for the mass exportation of  children and the demand of my adopters and other adopters and their government allowing adoption of foreign children.

Adoption illustrates well the proverb both literally and metaphorically.

A missing child family’s loss is an adoption agency’s gain…

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A lost child’s family’s sorrow is an adoptive family’s joy:

notcelebrateOne man’s death [link] is an adoption agency’s bread

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Total  amount of money earned by Holt  in 1975 only from selling girl K-6714:   $1,300 .

Total amount of money earned by Holt in 1975 only from selling girl K-6714: $1,300 .

More cynically the proverb means that one takes advantage of or benefit from unfortunate situation  of another.

Like vultures are attracted by prey in danger, adoption agencies and wannabe parents are quick to inquire about orphans when a disaster hits a country. For example, in the aftermath of  earthquake in China in 2008, China was swamped  with adoption offers [link]. So was Haiti [link] after the 2010 Haiti earthquake. Even Japan  in 2011, yet Japan is not a sending country  [link].

Adoptive family’s happiness is a happiness built on the misfortunes of others. The sorrow of families who have lost their children is the joy of adoptive families who adopted their children/bought their happiness.

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more orphans are manufactured for sale adoption.

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 In 2008, a network of baby factories claiming to be orphanages, was revealed in Enugu, Enugu State (Nigeria) by police raids. [link] In 2011, policed dismantled two baby factories posing as hospitals in Aba. [link and link]

About 2500 teenagers have been rescued from ‘baby factories’ across the South-East states in the last one year. [link]

The buyers are most often couples who have been unable to conceive and male children typically earn a much higher price than baby girls.  [link] Fake Doctor gave pregnant ladies N100, 000 per baby. Desperate couples pay the doctor N500, 000 each for baby. [link] But other reports suggest some women have been kidnapped and forcibly impregnated by traffickers. Though police think these cases are extremely rare. [link]

Denmark has suspended adoptions from Nigeria less than a month after Lagos police arrested eight people at a suspected baby factory. [link and link].

 

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Truth made up with lies

When you enter the adoptionland,

what’s fake becomes real;
what’s wrong becomes right;
what’s unethical becomes ethical;
what’s illegal becomes legal;
and the lies become the truth.

Building a family through adoption is building walls of truth with bricks of lies.

Living in an adoptive home is living under a roof supported by the walls of truth made with bricks of lies.

 

 

 

 

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I have lost many loved ones in my life.

It began with the passing of my grandmother followed the next day by the passing of my mother when I was 6 years old.

Three years and a few months later I lost my entire family because of adoption.

I have lost many loved ones (adoptive family members, friends and a dog) to death thereafter.

I was reunited with my natural family after 27 years of separation. I’ve learned my father and brother died during the years of separation. The reunion ended up with another separation due to the distance, language and culture barrier.

My cat died after having lived 16 years with me. He was the only living thing I had for 12 years. He stayed with me 8 years more than my natural family and 4 years more than my adoptive family had stayed with me.

I felt a deep pain everytime I lost someone.

In my experiences losing a loved one because of adoption is an everlasting grief and it’s like if the person is dying everyday, while losing a loved one because of death is a temporary grief.

Yet when you lose someone because of adoption, people tell you that you’re lucky and you shoud be grateful, while when you lose someone because of death, they offer you their condolences.

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From the time I had started learning/understanding my adoptive parents’ language (now my first language), my adoptive mother often told me that I was her living doll that she’d asked to Santa Claus; her Christmas gift which came just on time for Christmas.

I’ve also heard many times my adoptive mother saying to her friends and family that destiny had joined us together.
She saw signs of destiny in my body so different from hers: we both had a black mole on our backs and we both had a small skin outgrowth on our shoulders. She spoke more often of the latter sign. “…On her left shoulder exactly like mine, at the same place,” she would say.
I didn’t know yet the meaning of the word destiny. To my understanding, destiny had led me to her and I was her destiny, which meant destiny (I) had killed my first mother and torn my siblings apart and forced my father to get rid of me. That was my understanding of the word destiny at the age of ten.
I wanted to become like her, I wanted to be her real daugther, but I didn’t want to be her destiny. Each day, I scratched and pinched my sign of destiny until it hurt me. She applied wet compresses to prevent me from scratching it as it nearly got infected. The sign of destiny disappeared after several days.

Years later, my adoptive mother got into all kind of beliefs. She then said that I was her father in our past lives hundreds years ago and that I had came back to her as her daugther in this life to set unresolved things with her.

All these said along with her message: “adopted children are no different from biological children” – “adopting is same as giving birth” – “I felt the pain of childbirth when I saw her at the airport…”

Adoption is wall of truth built with bricks of lies.

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