Finding Myself Part 3

It was about mid July and late at night…past a young girls bed time…I was hanging out with a couple of girl friends on a bad side of town. I had to be about 12-13 at the time…

I remember the air smelled crisp and the street was loud…music and traffic out…I was sitting outside on the porch with my girlfriends when a couple of guys walked up…

We  giggled of course…and were flirting a little as young girls do…craig(not his real name but do for now) was chatting with me…he was cute clean cut hair musclar and very polite…my girlfriends we chatting with his friends a couple of steps down…

When he asked if I wanted to walk down to his house for a minute…he just lived at the corner…I could see the house from the steps! I talked to my friends and they said he was cool…why not!

So we walked to his house…My stomach got a little queezy when he asked me up…he said “Don’t worry…my parents are in the living room…you can meet them” So I crept up the steps they where steep and small and seemed like there were 100!

When I got to the top of the steps…there were more guys…young teens, early twenties…no parents they were all drinking…He pulled me into the room..and asked me if I wanted something to drink…I said “Where is your parents you said they were here…I don’t think we should be in here..” 

He grabbed my arm and pulled me down….”What are you doin..what are you doin!” I screamed…he laughed and the door opened…there was a line forming outside the door and a voice yelled out….”I got next”

I hit him where it counts and ran out the door! pasted all the guys and down the steps….they grabbed me ripping my shirt and pants as I ran past and I tripped on the steps!

I was crying and the street was dark…they came down the stairs behind me…yelling and throwing bottles at me in the middle of the street…I couldn’t see my friends anywhere…

I cryed and fell on my knees outside their house and traffic passed me…when a car pulled up sideways on the street just as the boys walked closer to me…”Hurry up get in!” A women said holding her door open…

 I dred to think what would have happened if she had not come along….!

It amazing how we close our mind and eyes off to what is happening around us…or choose not to get into because of what may happen to us…

The next time you see a child in trouble…take some time out of your busy day to help them…you never know what an impact it might make!

Until Next time!

Smiles,

Lisa

The Ugly Truth of Adoption

Adopting a child is serious business. You are not just committing to your self you are commiting to another human being.Did you know that even after taking care of a child for 16 years an adoptive parent is allowed to give them up? To be once again in the system?

Adoption is creating billions of dollars each year. Where is that money going too? Shouldn’t it be going to the children who are suffering.

There are over 20,000 children a year adopted out to new families, and international adoptions exceed over 200,000 per year! These numbers are incredible and to some they are just numbers! What happens to the children.

 What says that these people are more qualified to take care of the children. Over 80% of couples that are looking to adopt say it is because of infertility. Who are we to say they are fit to have a child, or that they should.

Most people who adopt start out with good intentions however when the child gets to be too much what then? How many children are thrown back into the system because they say you can!

Adopting a child is a gift not property you can’t get a refund when you are not satified. Did you know that in a year over 114,000 children wait in foster care for an adoptive parent?

Know one gives the child the right to know where they came from or make the decision they don’t want to be bothered with their family. Most are taken away and don’t even realize they have another family.

Where is this right? We say we do this for the children yet the children are not involved in solving the problem. Nor is their opinion heard. Many children are taken for reasons that can be worked out.

Adoption is Big Business…and Who should stand in the way of their Multi-Billion dollar industry!

Finding Myself : Part 2

Hello everyone,

Glad you are enjoying the story this far….well where did I leave off? Yes I was around 12yrs old and I had started to drink a lot. My mother hadn’t even noticed that I was raiding her liquor cabinet pretty much everyday.

I would fill up my thermos….and take it to school.  On one particular day I decided to take 3 to school. well I guess you already know how bad that went!

After that everything went down hill, I wasn’t fitting in at school, my grades we upside down. With things messed up at home ( and they were messed up!) I had nowhere to go. I decided to find my mother, My real mother. I took all the money I could find in the house, a few CD mine and my brother and left.

Meeting people out there really wasn’t hard. There was always someone willing to take a young girl under their wing. I will say now I realize I should have never left in the first place.

My adopted Mother gave me up when I was 16 years old. I guess I was having a severe Identity crisis but who really knows who they are under these circumstances. I don’t know if it was because she was hurt or just tired.

When I was 15 years old I meet my biological mother and I gotta say it was not what I expected. I was not prepared for the difficulties she would lay on me. She had diagnosed Schizophrenia. This is quite a disturbing illness…..And there was no blue sky at the end of my rainbow just plenty more pain and disappointment!

Come back again and read part 3!

Until Next time,

Smiles,

Lisa

Finding Myself

I have to say this is quite a difficult thing for me…but I realized how could I possibly ask you to share your story when you havent even heard mine!

So it started when I was but a speck in my mothers eye….just playing…

I guess I would have to say when I was first taken…I was only about 2-3 months I had a mother of course who was in an abusive relationship she was young and she was mentally disabled. She wasn’t quite honestly capable of taking care of me. My father drank heavily when he was there he was a good man..but when he drank…look out!

Well..I guess that isn’t really a news flash for everyone but I was adopted when I was just 2 years old. My new family was loving but you sometimes wonder…you know

I found out the hardest way anyone ever could…when I was ten my parents argued lots! It was no secret in the house that they wouldn’t make it…we all knew something was wrong.

One night we were sitting on the coach watching tv and they simply stormed in…My mother announced ” Your father and I are getting a divorce!” and then my father says “And you aren’t even our kids anyway…here are your parents” and tossed some pictures at us!

I was in shock…I didn’t really know what to say! But what does a ten year old say to that anyway! We sat there for a while looking at the pictures. I can’t really even remember what happened after that..shock still taking over and all I imagine…

Well I just remember that my brother went to his room…he was in there for quite some time he was 8 and my sister was 5 she did even know what just happened.

Probably can’t remember either!

But I know I went in my room and cried! I looked at the picture of my mom…and obituary of my dad…that was all that was left of him..he died 2 years before!

(I found out later I was invited to the funeral but my adopted mom didn’t think that it was right.)

In her shoes I don’t really know what I would say either…given the circumstances. I guess some kids just slip through the cracks.

Shortly after that I started drinking…terrible stuff to go through at 12 I had spent the better part of 2 years defending my adopted father. It really messed me up when he left!

I think I will save the next part for tomorrow….if you come back you wont be sorry…or stay and add your story!

Until Next time!

smiles,

Lisa

Adoption and the Children Affected: Series 1

In our world today thousands of children are adopted each year. Many people find this a blessing and are overjoyed when they adopt a child.

Though no one ever looks at it from the childs point of view. As adults we understand why it is better but how can we say for sure we know the people we are giving the children to is better?

Being passed from family to family is a truly scary thing. Having to live in a house full of strangers. Being told where to live, what school they have to go to, and quite simply who their family will be is very difficult.

What added mental anquish are we putting on these children by doing this? Over 65% of the children who grow up in the foster care system end up in jail or prison! Are we damaging the very lives we are trying to protect. What becomes of these children when they age out?

In the next segments I will be talking about these topics and how we can improve these numbers! After all the children are our future!

Until Next Time,

Smiles,

Lisa

Finding My Family

To the average person family is something you have at birth. However many times in the shadows and behind closed doors family life is simply a shattered mirror of what you see when you sleep.

Many children dream everyday of feeling the love of a true family. The satisfaction of simply knowing where they came from and what their family stands for in this world. For many of them this dream is just that….a dream.

There are literally thousands of stories waiting out there for you to hear…to find the stories of  a child or an adult that is hidden away.

They maybe  hoping to live some remenice of a normal life. Many are ashamed of their past, or feel they had something to do with it. Others just quite simply don’t want to be look on differently then the neighbor next door.

Whatever their reason they maybe suffering they need true support; not pitty but simply for someone to understand what it is like and the need to just talk about it. For that I dedicate this site to you!

Flip through the categories as they are posted and journey with me through their life, their statistics and what has been going on right under our noses for the past 30-40+ years.

Feel what they feel, and lend support to each other and all who need it! Get into the spirit of the Holidays and show someone special you truly care!

Until next time,

Smiles,

Lisa

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