When you always carry a sense of not quite fitting despite all the measures saying you fit just fine. It is hard to help people without this visceral sense what it is really like. One event sticks out clearly to me.
While I was in graduate school taking a grief and loss counseling course, the professor asked us to turn in our obituary as an assignment. As I sat at the computer starting at the blank document I wanted to turn in a completely blank page they way adoption wanted it to be. An industry selling the narrative of a blank baby given to adoptive parents to be shaped by them with nothing before from birth and no affects thereafter. Rather than turning in a blank page, I wrote “Here she lies, whoever she was. Jean was born but never lived, Kristen lived but was never born. Who was she?”
It was after that assignment that I decided to change my name back and integrate my identity so that I was both born and living with the hope at the end of my lifetime there would not be a doubt of who I was, no doubts that I was born and lived. I was not a blank slate at birth to be shaped. I was fully formed, came with an identity, a heritage, and a history.
The professor shared he had never received a response like that before. It was never not the grief and loss that people shared about or that was taught about. I hope it continues to be shared about. I didn’t only loss a family I lost parts of myself too.
Of all the loss in adoption the one thing I could undo was the erasure of my name and claim my whole identity. To be fully authentic self meant I no longer had to try to fit one way or another, I could just be.