Re: Family issue to share
I was a bit floored by this news, QB. Upon reading your initial thread about your brother and family deciding to adopt a nine year old child, I also was overjoyed and excited about the prospect of another life being saved by kind hearts. Now, you say, things have turned sour, you’ve have been lied to by different child services, and are ready to give up on another human being’s life.
I would seriously urge you to ask your brother to reconsider.
Here is a child who does not know the meaning of love, or family, or any other construct that makes human beings human. Instead, from the behaviour that you are describing, he sounds like he’s been injured beyond belief, esp. by a woman. A child who epitomizes the term “victim”. It is a way of life for him – not by choice, but imposed.
There is a way to get through – it’s called time. Time is all this young lad needs to re-organize himself so that he can allow someone to help him. By giving up on him, you are effectively suggesting that he shall remain this way for an extended period of time. This is not true. All he is doing is acting out against previous injuries towards your family. You would, too, if you had lived the life he has.
Don’t take it personally.
It seems like your brother was looking into buying a washing machine that turned out defective. In today’s throw-away society, it is devastating that children now fall into this category. Adoption is not for the purposes of addition to one’s family, like a pet (“Yeah, we’ll take the third kid from the back row…Uhh, do you have him in blond?”).
It’s an altruistic act, not a selfish one. So, putting the onus of responsibility of letting this child go upon dishonest social agencies is merely passing the buck.
I know I’m going to get in trouble for this, but with all due respect, if that’s the way your brother and his family view adoption, then I would surmise that they have no business adopting anybody. At anytime.
He’s not a monster, QB. He’s nine.
The reason I’m being so hotblooded about this is, yeah, you guessed it, I’ve never met my biological parents either. Have no need to; don’t want to. My real parents, as far as I’m concerned, are the ones who took in me in when I was five, and bent over backwards to ensure that I would grow up without the dangers and risks that I had been exposed to during my first five years of life, some of which I carry as scars to this day.
If you were to ask my parents if they ever thought of adopting again after they had had me, they would begin shaking their heads b4 you finished asking the question. Yeah, I put them through their paces; made them earn their keep, some would say. But they did it, QB. Not out of pity, or love, or whatever other emotion you want to throw at the situation. They did to salvage another human being’s life. And for that, I owe them everything.
Was it worth it? All the aggravation that they had to put up with a sometimes violent, verbally-abusive (sound familiar?) five year old demon-child? Well, what chance do you think I would have had on my own? Raised in foster homes, falling in with dangerous crowds, committing acts of violence, getting killed. You know the drill. Ain’t no way out but jail or death for these kids.
I am here today, earning a living, living on my own, progressing in life, because two people knew that taking me in, once upon a time, would spare me a life of horror and misery, and that a human being would eventually emerge.
Phew. That’s about it (I’d like to thank the academy...). Yeah, I know, a bit melodramatic, even for me, and, of course, I do not mean any disrespect to you yourself, QB. We have chatted b4, and I know that you are decent folk. But this one had me boiling…
Cheers.
P.M.S. Although it’s nice to be back, I won’t be back fer long. I’ve been in and out of hospital for the last two months. Seems Mr. Benign Tumour has taken a liking to my stomach wall. Don’t know how it got there, but methinks all those nights holed up with dem delicious Hot Pockets has come back to haunt me. I’m going under the knife this week, Thursday, so I should be back aboot a week after that, although I’m reading a lot of news stories of peeps dying during abdominal surgery lately, so I’ve been praying to Jeebus, Buddha, Obi-Wan, and any other deity I can think of to stave off death.
Second point: Where the heck do you peeps come off saying that ForgottenTkler and I are the same person? Yeah, I read that thread, ya boobs.
FT is more like this: Hey!!! how you guuys doin out there omg I think I lost my shoe!!!!
…and so forth.
Third point: It seems a lot of peeps are being hospitalized these days, so my prayers are with all those who are unwell right now, especially Special K (Katherine) and her loyal friend KK (KandyKisses). Let’s hope that in a couple of months we can all be here together, under one roof again, and get back to the business of tickling (Gawd, I miss it).
Final point: For those of you who don’t believe that I was adopted, here’s a pic of my father, me, and his friend Kevin visiting Sydney, Aussieland (same one as my bio pic). Other than pigmentation, see any family resemblance? Didn't think so (well, I hope not!)
Peace.
http://moses25.freeservers.com/cgi-bin/i/aussie.jpg
I was a bit floored by this news, QB. Upon reading your initial thread about your brother and family deciding to adopt a nine year old child, I also was overjoyed and excited about the prospect of another life being saved by kind hearts. Now, you say, things have turned sour, you’ve have been lied to by different child services, and are ready to give up on another human being’s life.
I would seriously urge you to ask your brother to reconsider.
Here is a child who does not know the meaning of love, or family, or any other construct that makes human beings human. Instead, from the behaviour that you are describing, he sounds like he’s been injured beyond belief, esp. by a woman. A child who epitomizes the term “victim”. It is a way of life for him – not by choice, but imposed.
There is a way to get through – it’s called time. Time is all this young lad needs to re-organize himself so that he can allow someone to help him. By giving up on him, you are effectively suggesting that he shall remain this way for an extended period of time. This is not true. All he is doing is acting out against previous injuries towards your family. You would, too, if you had lived the life he has.
Don’t take it personally.
It seems like your brother was looking into buying a washing machine that turned out defective. In today’s throw-away society, it is devastating that children now fall into this category. Adoption is not for the purposes of addition to one’s family, like a pet (“Yeah, we’ll take the third kid from the back row…Uhh, do you have him in blond?”).
It’s an altruistic act, not a selfish one. So, putting the onus of responsibility of letting this child go upon dishonest social agencies is merely passing the buck.
I know I’m going to get in trouble for this, but with all due respect, if that’s the way your brother and his family view adoption, then I would surmise that they have no business adopting anybody. At anytime.
He’s not a monster, QB. He’s nine.
The reason I’m being so hotblooded about this is, yeah, you guessed it, I’ve never met my biological parents either. Have no need to; don’t want to. My real parents, as far as I’m concerned, are the ones who took in me in when I was five, and bent over backwards to ensure that I would grow up without the dangers and risks that I had been exposed to during my first five years of life, some of which I carry as scars to this day.
If you were to ask my parents if they ever thought of adopting again after they had had me, they would begin shaking their heads b4 you finished asking the question. Yeah, I put them through their paces; made them earn their keep, some would say. But they did it, QB. Not out of pity, or love, or whatever other emotion you want to throw at the situation. They did to salvage another human being’s life. And for that, I owe them everything.
Was it worth it? All the aggravation that they had to put up with a sometimes violent, verbally-abusive (sound familiar?) five year old demon-child? Well, what chance do you think I would have had on my own? Raised in foster homes, falling in with dangerous crowds, committing acts of violence, getting killed. You know the drill. Ain’t no way out but jail or death for these kids.
I am here today, earning a living, living on my own, progressing in life, because two people knew that taking me in, once upon a time, would spare me a life of horror and misery, and that a human being would eventually emerge.
Phew. That’s about it (I’d like to thank the academy...). Yeah, I know, a bit melodramatic, even for me, and, of course, I do not mean any disrespect to you yourself, QB. We have chatted b4, and I know that you are decent folk. But this one had me boiling…
Cheers.
P.M.S. Although it’s nice to be back, I won’t be back fer long. I’ve been in and out of hospital for the last two months. Seems Mr. Benign Tumour has taken a liking to my stomach wall. Don’t know how it got there, but methinks all those nights holed up with dem delicious Hot Pockets has come back to haunt me. I’m going under the knife this week, Thursday, so I should be back aboot a week after that, although I’m reading a lot of news stories of peeps dying during abdominal surgery lately, so I’ve been praying to Jeebus, Buddha, Obi-Wan, and any other deity I can think of to stave off death.
Second point: Where the heck do you peeps come off saying that ForgottenTkler and I are the same person? Yeah, I read that thread, ya boobs.
FT is more like this: Hey!!! how you guuys doin out there omg I think I lost my shoe!!!!
…and so forth.
Third point: It seems a lot of peeps are being hospitalized these days, so my prayers are with all those who are unwell right now, especially Special K (Katherine) and her loyal friend KK (KandyKisses). Let’s hope that in a couple of months we can all be here together, under one roof again, and get back to the business of tickling (Gawd, I miss it).
Final point: For those of you who don’t believe that I was adopted, here’s a pic of my father, me, and his friend Kevin visiting Sydney, Aussieland (same one as my bio pic). Other than pigmentation, see any family resemblance? Didn't think so (well, I hope not!)
Peace.
http://moses25.freeservers.com/cgi-bin/i/aussie.jpg
