She Fucking Persists

 When I was writing this post in my head at 3am, it was perfectly ordered and the prose was persuasive and beautiful and I knew just what to say. Now, I'm not sure where to start, but here we go anyway. There's been a lot going on this week that's pretty overwhelming, so instead of thinking about ALL OF THAT as my therapist would, I'm sure, prefer I do, I'm thinking about adoption, yet again, as always, ad nauseum, ad infinitum.  However, three specific things have been swirling in my head for a while:  1. My adoption trauma isn't really about anyone but me. It's not about my birth family or my adoptive family or even random people who are connected to adoption. It's about me. I'll explain more on this in a bit. 2. Making my adoption trauma about you takes the focus away from what I need and might be pushing me away.  3. There are issues inherent to adoption and ignoring those issues compounds the problem instead of making it magically disappear.  Wh...