This year feels different. There has been a film, a New York Times article, and a string of #flipthescript tweets that make my heart sing. I've often said that adoptees don't speak with one voice but together we form a chorus. We are now past the halfway mark of this year's National Adoption Month, and the chorus is going strong, our voices rising up with increasing volume and confidence. I'm hearing the familiar voices of long-time adoptee activists and discovering new-to-me voices who have just joined in or who have been making noise, unbeknownst to me, in other arenas.
Are we being heard by everyone? Have we managed to shift the entire dialogue? No, not yet. The script we are attempted to flip is deeply embedded in our culture. It has the backing of industry dollars and has been around for decades. The assumption that adoption is a wholly benevolent and beautiful thing and that adoptees are lucky and grateful is so prevalent that most people in the broader society have probably never even thought to question it.
But this year, for the first time, I am more aware of my own voice rising up through my vocal chords and of the voices of my fellow adoptee chorus members standing with me than I am of the din "out there." And that's a pretty powerful thing.