gallery Dear Adoption, You Are Not A Saviour


Dear Adoption, You Are Not A Saviour

Today, Adoption, We are going to talk about how you, and a majority of society, seem to think you are some kind of saviour. I always hear you referred to in this fashion.

“Adoption saved you.”

“Adoption rescued you.”

“If you hadn’t been adopted, you’d be dead.”

It conjures up images of you, Adoption, dressed in a shiny purple suit and a bright yellow cape, big yellow ‘A’ on your chest, standing atop a skyscraper in the bright moonlight, hands on your hips and cape blowing out behind you. Flying through the night sky, swooping little Ricky out of the hands of his abusive alcoholic father and into the soft kind arms of John P. and Jane Q. Adopter. You sweep them away into a safe tower far far away from the evil, abusive, unfit bios. John and Jane are grateful to you. Little Ricky is grateful for the rescue, and for hiding him away from his evil scary family. Everyone is shiny happy people holding hands.

But that’s not really what you do, is it?

No. You destroy families that, in many if not most cases, didn’t need to be destroyed. You give lazy selfish people another way to shirk responsibility for having unprotected sex. You convince poverty-stricken women that money and stuff is more important than the bonds between parents and children. You bait unstable, infertile couples with the promise of families that will never exist, even if they “get their baby”. You displace us, erase our names, alter our legal documents, steal our lives with our siblings and extended families. You put us into bondage for our entire lives. Once we are adopted, we will never be anything else. Ever. You take away our choices, our voices, and our lives, and replace them with false constructs and paper families.

Adoption, you are not a saviour. You are a destroyer. You are a permanent solution to a temporary problem. And you ruin every life you touch.

Most if not all of us didn’t need to be adopted. Most of us would have been better off with our real families. Maybe we would’ve spent our weekends clipping coupons and helping with our siblings instead of running around with our friends having fun. Maybe we wouldn’t have gotten those cars when we turned sixteen. We might’ve had to get a job instead. Oh horror of horrors, I might have had to share a room with my sister!

I would have loved to share a room with my sister. I’d know her. As it sits now, I know the bare bones. Nothing deep. Nothing real. Nothing more than I might know about a casual acquaintance. That’s not what I ever wanted.

Instead of giving children “better lives”, you draw distinct boundaries between children and families. And even in reunion, adoptees are most often out in the cold, watching the family dinner through the window, hearing the conversation and having no part, knowing there’s no room for you at the table.

Adoption, You didn’t “save” me. You forced me to “reunite” with people I’m related to by blood.

You lied to my father. You told him you would be a saviour and give me “a better life”. It was just different. If having a lot of money and nice things is better, then yeah, I got a better life. If having a mother that loved me, oftentimes a great deal too much, is better, then yeah, better. If having a father that insisted I be educated is better, then yes, better.

However, my real father, while having a different set of priorities, is unfailingly kind. The woman that would have been my step mother seems like a wonderful person, and both of my siblings love her to death. Neither of my siblings is doing badly or uneducated. They were not abused or mistreated. They were loved and cared for, even if their lives weren’t fancy or perfect.

So it seems, Adoption, all you “saved” me from was an imperfect life, from being included in my real family, knowing and caring for my siblings, knowing the truth of myself, my people, and my history. You “saved” me from knowing my real identity or having access to my real birth certificate and records. You’re “saving” me from getting a passport from a country I am a natural citizen of, because my falsified birth certificate was issued too long after my actual birth. You’re “saving” me from being a part of either family I’m affiliated with. My adoptive family wrote me off in 2014 when no one bothered to let me know my adoptive mother died. My real family is already a set unit I have never been included in as more than unanswerable questions. Now those questions are answered, and there’s not a lot of room at the table for me to wedge in. And I’m not sure that disturbing their familial balance is best for any of us.

So thanks, Adoption, for “saving” me from: A) being left in a dumpster; B) being abused and/or neglected (wait… you didn’t save me from that at all!!); and C) dying (because I was told more than once that I’d be dead if they hadn’t taken me).

Somehow that logic feels flawed. Especially considering the two people raised by the family that would have raised me are successful productive members of society who, as far as I know, never ended up in any ditches or dumpsters, and are both still very much alive.

So it turns out, dear Adoption, that you didn’t “save” me from anything. In fact, I’d be better off if I’d never met you.

Sincerely not yours anymore,
Julie Gray
(That’s right, I’m taking my real name back, whether you let me use it legally or not.)

Julie is an adoptee, blogger, and advocate for adoptee rights currently living in Florida with her family. She’s been in consistent reunion with paternal relatives since March, when she stepped into the light. Connect with Julie on Facebook.


  1. Is it really adoption you are angry at? Why? Your birth family made the decision to have un protected sex and then made the decision to go full term and place you up for adoption.

    As an adoptee, I can certainly relate to *some* of what you have written here, for whatever reason the choice was made by your b/parents to give you up.

    Being angry at the process seems mis-directed. Sure, not “fair” that life altering decisions are made for us, but those decisions are made by parents every day for their children. Bio or not.

    I respect that you are an advocate for some adoptees, and I am sad that you hold so much anger in your heart.


    • you are a traitor only to your true self, complicit in its having been trafficked, objectified and abandoned


    • You don’t seem to understand that most “unwed” mothers were forced to give their babies away. And even today they are by being badgered and bullied into doing so. Most adoptions occur because they have changed their minds after giving birth and they want to raise their child, but the henchmen social workers who work for the adoption agencies are hellbent on getting their baby away from them because that is what they get paid big bucks to do. Also you sound more like an adopter than an adoptee, and there is NO ONE more angry in the world than a jealous infertile..


  2. Thank you for your honesty. My adoption story is similar. I find it really difficult to deal with the fact that people refuse to acknowledge the trauma inflicted on us through the separation of our mothers.


  3. I am very sorry that things weren’t how they seemingly should have been for you. I am sad, so sad, for the painful scars you have in your heart.
    As an adoptive mother, I hope that today things are different for some. I am not looking for praise, and I have never pretended that my kids are mine through birth.
    I have worked tirelessly finding birth family for my kids. All of our kids would not have been safe staying with their birth families.
    Again, I am deeply sorry for how things have turned out for you. Heartwrenching. Thank you for sharing.

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    • How the hell do you know the kids you adopted wouldn’t of been safe with their own families if you don’t even know who they are? Christ, you adopters can’t even lie right..


  4. As a former child protective services worker I know how destructive removing a child from their home is. I am so sorry that your experience was what it was. I can honestly promise you that while I agree adoption is no savior, no white knight, and no guarantee of anything other than a different life I know for a fact that it has saved some lives. I know for a fact it has saved some from childhoods of abuse or more often neglect. Every story is different. I hope that you some day find peace. I honor your pain and thank you for sharing your story.


    • Kids never need to be adopted. There is Guardianship which is better. But infertile couples are SO selfish that they won’t consider it because they don’t want to really help any child unless they get something back for themselves-ie: the fake role of parent and being called mom and dad. So you know what you creepy looking lady? STOP defending adoption and start thinking about the child’s needs like you are supposed to. Children who are abused by their parents need to be with adults who will not harm them AND talk about the pain they feel, NOT be thrown into some fake family, with a new fake identity where the infertile couple’s needs are seen as greater than their own. No child should be used like that, no child should be used ever or taken out of reality and that is all adoption pretty much ever does.


  5. Great post! And yet, here I am, 45 years old, wishing I had been adopted to rescue me from the hell I loved as a child by the hands of my mother and her husband who abused me in every way possible, physically, emotionally and sexually!


    • Jennavive if you wish you had been adopted you don’t understand the mechanism of adoption which is in fact the abandonment of the true self of the baby in favour of an invented persona. As bad as your abuse was it does not come close to the psychological abuse suffered by the ‘adoptee’ subjected to the best case scenario ‘adoption’


  6. I don’t know why everyone always says adoptees get all this material stuff. I never got anything, my adopters were cheap as hell. They bought themselves everything and they wouldn’t even get me a decent blow dryer or stereo. But the bottom line is it doesn’t matter because all I ever wanted was my mom. I would of rather lived in a trailer with her then tried to have my soul bought with material things anyway.
    Adopters remind me of how pedophiles try to groom children-giving them presents so they’ll go do the wrong thing and let themselves be hurt. Adoption like they are, is corrupt immoral and disgusting and it is beyond time it was illegal.


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