i have read a few articles about this. i am adopted myself, and was adopted into a not very good environment. but i have read that adoption itself, (being taken away at birth and put into a foster home for me), for many people causes a severe trauma. i have horrible abandonment, separation, bonding, trust, security issues to name a few. and my desire for a loving mother seems to not go away only grow stronger, especially during hard times.
i posted this elsewhere but here is a short description of my adoptive mom:
she was not very nice. beat us. shrieked, spit, kicked. controlling. raging. unpredictable. humiliating punishments. made excuses for my dad. and knew always what to say to crush me. threatened to kill me a few times. said i was so bad i was going to kill her i made her so sick. that i could have ended up in a foster home. lucky to be there with them. call 1 800 child abuse if youdon't like it. you are a filthy pig. a nasty bitch. you are an animal. a MONSTER. you are so ungrateful. you have no friends b/c no one wants to be around you. we're going to build you a trough in the basement to eat out of b/c you eat like a pig. you are a hateful mean little girl. you are sick. the list gooes on. among other things for another time. my dad was like that times 10 or completely indifferent.
my earliest memory is in my crib (i know they say you can't remember stuff from that far back...but this one is REAL i know it is.) laying there with my head under my pillow frantically trying to put on my imaginary mask before she came in the room, i remember feeling terrified i wouldn't get it on in time. that i would be in big trouble. my mask was more like pretend makeup that i put on with my finger and spit. i remember thinking if i got it on just right, she might be nice and love me. tha ti might be okay.
i posted this elsewhere but here is a short description of my adoptive mom:
she was not very nice. beat us. shrieked, spit, kicked. controlling. raging. unpredictable. humiliating punishments. made excuses for my dad. and knew always what to say to crush me. threatened to kill me a few times. said i was so bad i was going to kill her i made her so sick. that i could have ended up in a foster home. lucky to be there with them. call 1 800 child abuse if youdon't like it. you are a filthy pig. a nasty bitch. you are an animal. a MONSTER. you are so ungrateful. you have no friends b/c no one wants to be around you. we're going to build you a trough in the basement to eat out of b/c you eat like a pig. you are a hateful mean little girl. you are sick. the list gooes on. among other things for another time. my dad was like that times 10 or completely indifferent.
my earliest memory is in my crib (i know they say you can't remember stuff from that far back...but this one is REAL i know it is.) laying there with my head under my pillow frantically trying to put on my imaginary mask before she came in the room, i remember feeling terrified i wouldn't get it on in time. that i would be in big trouble. my mask was more like pretend makeup that i put on with my finger and spit. i remember thinking if i got it on just right, she might be nice and love me. tha ti might be okay.