Something I Still Cry About
Bears. But not OUR bears. The other day I was at lunch with one of my favorite adoptee friends where we fell so easily into the rhythm of adoptee speak. I cannot put into words the catharsis of getting to talk to another adopted woman where you have common ground, an understanding of each other's perceptions of adoption, and a mutual admiration where you know you will not be judged for voicing your experience. There are no lengthy justifications for each story or opinion you share in these conversations, as an adoptee might find themselves having to do with someone who does not have this shared experience or one like it. You simply talk; you cross over an incredible amount of information in a short period of time without ever finding it daunting. I suspect no one at the surrounding tables or walking by would have any clue or be able to follow the conversation like we could. You talk like two people who have known each other their entire lives. ...