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Saturday, November 17, 2012

NaBloPoMo Day 17: Adoptee Connections

This is a picture of the baby alien in 1966...

I want to thank Amanda and Lost Daughters for allowing me this opportunity to write on the topic of Adoptee Connections. Growing up I knew many adopted children, more than I can possibly list, and I cannot imagine my life without these connections. They have been my kin, the people who understand how I feel about being adopted without my speaking a word. They know without question what it means to wonder and to search. I cannot tell you exactly how we all met or came to recognize each other. I could suggest an elaborate theory of psychological attraction, but it seems simpler and just as accurate to tell you we were just a bunch of freaky aliens, a new species of kid, finding each other on a foreign planet called Salt Lake City, Utah. How does one lost alien make contact with another? Whatever you are thinking, that is probably the answer.

In no time or place since, have I found others. I moved away from Salt Lake City in 1991 to attend college and never moved back, but I’m not so sure that’s the reason. I think I don’t meet new adoptees from my generation because we are masters of repression. I can turn my inner alien on and off like a switch, disguising myself as a non-adoptee any time the situation or company calls for it. At times it seems disingenuous, but it is what it is. I will never forget the day I first encountered an adoptee blog. As I began to read their thoughts, my thoughts, I felt as if I had just discovered a lost colony.