Half way through my first rehearsal of into the woods, i realized there was an article taped to the wall directly behind me about people reuniting with biological family members. 😬
as an adoptee, this felt like a punch in my gut i wasn’t at all expecting. i was triggered. it made me think of my own adoption, the first 6 months of my life in asuncion, paraguay. i felt a wave of sadness move through me, a grief i don’t really understand. it makes me want to hide, and at the same time - shout my story from the rooftops. 🙈
i started to think it must be time for my one-woman show to come back out - so i reached out to some friends and started to map out what a summer tour might look like. but instead of feeling excited, i actually felt like this wasn’t it. there was something bigger that wanted to be created. so i journaled about it. i asked for guidance - like i always do. and, of course, it showed up. ✨
during tech, i learned that this guy writes musicals. 👆🏼
during our 12 hour tech days, he sang me his music, and i read him scenes from my play. sharing my work and hearing his music gave me butterflies. like big ol crazy, excited butterflies. this somehow turned into him writing a song for me - maybe for my solo show, maybe not. a few days later it was finished, and i was a disaster. as in - crying in the fetal position on the floor because of how devastatingly beautiful this song was. we then decided to start writing a musical about adoption, together. and all of a sudden - the something bigger was here. 🔥
sharing my story as an international adoptee feels like a calling to me - and finding the courage to actually do it is something i work toward everyday. and now having a creative partner - who literally takes what’s on my heart and turns it into poetry and sets it to music, and who listens and holds space for me to cry and feel as i share and open up some of my deepest wounds - is a literal dream come true. i get emotional every time i think about it. i truly believe we were meant to spend 3 months in an understudy room with each other - so we could start writing this mammoth piece together. 😭
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There are multiple challenges adoptees face in their everyday lives. many adoptees deal with these challenges in silence. there should be additional resources for adoptees well into adult hood! #adopteeshaveavoice#adultadoptee
Ooooow...guess what...... it's ok to heal....heal so you can help others....heal while helping others...helping others can help you heal! heal from your trauma! #adopteeadvocate#adopteeshaveavoice
186 4April 2019
We see it all the time. over sharing. adoptive or foster parents centered in the conversation, telling a story that isn’t theirs to tell. children had to first lose everything before they landed in a new family. when the number of follows and likes on a social media account are a direct result of the position as a foster or adoptive parent, then this is a problem. protect them. hold their experience close. allow them the opportunity to tell their own stories. they had no voice in any of the decisions that lead them to their current family. please don’t steal their opportunity to share their lived experience, when and if they choose to do so. .
10 yrs ago on this day my life changed forever.. i still can never find the words to describe all my thoughts it’s definitely been an emotional rollercoaster. looking at these pictures are bringing back so many memories. .the first time i saw and hugged my birthmom i’m so glad i have those memories to look back on. i think it’s important to recognize adoption is not all sunshine and rainbows ..it’s hard ..really hard. also it doesn’t mean “i’m not grateful and don’t love my adoptive family”.. i think it’s really just about finding your complete self. the good the bad and the ugly. .
anyway here’s to 10yrs of finding my birthmom .birthdad. and all my family who i love and have changed my life forever! 💕
227 30January 2019
As an adoptee....i always felt the need to have people around me to feel loved. as i've gotten older...i understand now more than ever...it's ok to be alone. as i continue to heal from my past traumas..i've become ok with walking or dancing to the beat of my own drum. the people closest to me...walk or dance along side me while others are just around to hear the music.... i've blocked many people from trying to disrupt or shut down my party. don't allow anyone to stop your music. #adopteeshaveavoice#shareyourstory#voicesofadoption