Surviving Oz.

Why "Surviving Oz"?

I struggled for a long time to find a name for this blog that seemed to "fit". I decided upon the name "Surviving Oz" for my blog as a kind of tribute and juxtaposition to the movie Wizard of Oz. As an adoptee, I often felt like I was out of place and at odds between the life that I was abruptly placed into and the life that I could have had.

"Surviving Oz" reflects, for me, the struggle of being trapped between two worlds, my adoptive world and my birthfamily world. Maybe it seems silly, but it just feels right.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

The Facade of Family.

Family is supposed to be one of those inalienable rights. Everyone should have a loving, doting family or at least one that is concerned for your actual well-being.

Whoever came up with that societal rule, should have made it a point to add the exception: adoption. As an adoptee, not only did adoptees natural family think that their lives would be better off without the adoptee, but you're always a guest in your adoptive family. People will make comments, or treat you differently, or maybe just flat out ban you from family functions. Then, when you eventually find your natural family, they either: want nothing to do with you (which, if you gave it any thought, makes a lot of sense since they didn't give a shit about you when you were a helpless baby), or pretend to care about and want to know you and then just completely drop you after they realize that you're not the daughter they've always wanted. You're difficult to know, guarded, and somewhat detached. They have the privilege of just assuming that you're difficult to be difficult, since they got you out of their hair as fast as possible and can make up any story they want to explain away your behavior. After all, it's easier to just blame you for everything than to ever consider that they fed you to the wolves when you were an infant because it was easier on them. Thank God they didn't have you to worry about and could go on to have a happy, well-adjusted family. How dare you come into the picture with your dysfunction and abuse history and try to ruin their picture-perfect family.


Do I sound bitter? Good, then I've made myself painfully clear.

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